My wife is squeamish

Chapter 401 Someone's Vinegar Jar [Second Update]

An Zhijiu pulled on the slippers and ran over.

Her hair was dripping wet after washing, she rushed to the desk, hugged the raisin, "Brother, this is my raisin."

"I know, I found it out of your schoolbag, what's wrong?" Gong Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"No, nothing." An Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, and put the raisins back.

Gong Zhan closed her homework, stood up, pinched her face, "I'm not that unreasonable, I won't even let you eat raisins."

"Who knows you, you don't even let me eat ice cream." An Zhi felt wronged.

"Can this be the same? Except for ice cream and chili, you can eat something else." Gong Zhan found out a hair dryer from the drawer while talking, and pushed her onto the chair. "Run out without drying your hair. , you want to dare to catch a cold."

"No." An Zhi groaned, looking up at him.

Gong Zhan was condescending, just in time to see water drops oozing from a strand of hair on her snow-white neck, sliding down her delicate collarbone and into her chest.

The boy rolled his Adam's apple, moved his eyes away, stretched out his big hand, and inserted it into her hair.

Press the hair dryer switch.

The warm wind wafted out from the blower vent, and the black hair rose slightly.

Soon, it dries.

Anzhi's black vertical hair looks like a lion's head now, and with her stern little face, she looks ridiculous.

"It's so beautiful." Gong Zhan couldn't help laughing.

An Zhi silently took the mirror on the table, took a look at himself, and bumped Gong Zhan with the back of his head, "Little brother, you are so annoying, you blow my hair like this."

"Okay, okay, I'll blow it back for you."

Gong Zhan curled his lips, took the comb on the bookshelf, put a flat hole in the hair dryer, pressed the hair with the comb, and combed it down slowly.

The hair dryer goes all the way down the comb.

Ever since An Zhi grew his hair long, he went to the barber shop and learned from a master how to straighten his hair and how to blow air bangs.

"Okay, it's very beautiful." Gong Zhan rubbed her head, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of messing up her hairstyle and blowing it again.

An Zhimei took a photo of herself, "Blow to the air bangs."

"Blow it now?" When I wake up tomorrow morning, it should be transformed again.

"Well, I want to take a selfie, hurry up." An Zhi urged, picked up the phone and turned on the camera function, puffed up, and took a picture first.

Then she waited for Gong Zhan to blow her bangs.

Gong Zhan raised his pretty eyebrows slightly, and asked calmly, "Okay, who do you want to take a selfie for?"

"Send it to the group, and the circle of friends, let them admire my beauty." Zi Lianzhi said enthusiastically.

Putting down the phone, I straightened the hair on the top of my head, and made it a little fluffy. The little girl's fingers were long and thin, like the tips of new shoots after the rain.

Gong Zhan couldn't help but grabbed her finger and squeezed it, "It's so late, don't bother them, besides, the classmate group is considered a public place, so posting selfies is inappropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate? Many people posted it, and I want to post it too." An Zhi disagreed with his words. She is also a member of the class, so why can't she post it?
"Hey, An Zhi is very beautiful. Everyone knows it. You don't need to express it specially. This will make others think you are vulgar." Gong Zhan can be said to be earnest.

An Zhi turned his head, sniffed his delicate nose, "Little brother, have you..."

"Huh? What?" Gong Zhan listened attentively.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted to ask you, did you smell a very sour smell, like someone's vinegar jar is about to break."

An Zhi said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)