Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 361 Rewards
After the visitor left, Anya took a breath, and finally got her mother to fetch two pots of hot water for her, and took a so-so bath.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, Anya felt that her whole body was much more transparent, but her head was still uncomfortable.

The back of her head was smashed by the brick, and she couldn't get any water. In order to apply the medicine, a few strands of hair beside the wound were cut bald.

Anya doesn't think it's a big deal that her hair can still grow after being cut. The key point is that now her hair is covered with salt crusts, dust, dirt, and cobwebs. She feels uncomfortable if she doesn't wash her hair.

Li Xinlan usually listens to her daughter, but she absolutely does not follow her on this point.

The daughter has already committed a serious crime. If the wound gets wet, it will fester. Does this hurt again?
It was so hard for the girl to get it back, but she suffered a crime because she didn't take care of her properly, so she couldn't be more distressed!

That's why Li Xinlan resolutely refused to listen to Anya this time: "Xiaoya, bear with it for a week or so, and wait until the wound heals, then you can wash your hair again."

Still have to endure for a week?

In two days, her hair stinks!
Looking at Li Xinlan's forehead which was still red, swollen and injured after applying the potion, Anya didn't dare to argue with her mother on this matter, but thought of another way:

"Mom, while Brother Shan is here, go back and arrange things at home.

It's not easy for a boy in Dongyang to take care of those female workers. You can go back and take a look, and you can also bring your change of clothes. "

Anya will be sleeping here in the ward tonight, and Li Xinlan is going to come to accompany her in bed.

Ling Yanshan was not afraid of spending money, so he bought two beds early in the morning, thinking of this.

Wei Min followed Xia Heng to Yangcheng and hasn't come back yet. The family really needs someone to take charge.

Moreover, the four female workers hired were three or four years older than He Dongyang. Li Xinlan was afraid that He Dongyang would be thin-skinned and difficult to manage others.

When Anya said this, Li Xinlan didn't think much about it, she agreed, told Anya to lie down and rest first, and then told Ling Yanshan to help Anya see the needle and left.

As soon as Li Xinlan left, Anya got up on her back: "Brother Shan, my scalp is so itchy!"

Ling Yanshan sat on the stool reading a book, and replied without raising his eyebrows: "No."

It can't be that right after my aunt left, he poured water on Xiaoya, and the wound got wet, it was really not for fun.

And it's just that he doesn't wash his hair. He is performing tasks outside. He doesn't wash his hair, take a bath, brush his teeth and wash his face for a month.

Ling Yanshan answered stiffly, with a look of non-discussion, Anya's teeth itch a while: "If I don't wash my hair, it will stink!"

"That's not good, it's not good for the wound." This time Ling Yanshan said the whole sentence.

"My hair stinks and I feel uncomfortable all over. If I don't feel well, I won't be able to take care of the injury. I will also feel depressed, which is even worse for the wound...Brother Shan, are you so tolerant?"

Anya lay back on the hospital bed sickly, and almost squeezed a few tears out of her eyes.

Hearing Anya's miserable words, Ling Yanshan couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, and looked up at her.

Anya saw that it was a joke, and immediately cheered up and made gestures for him:

"Brother Shan, can you wash my hair for me? Look, I can lie on the edge of the bed with my head hanging down, and cover the wound with gauze. When you water it, pay attention and keep your hands steady, and it won't hurt at all." It will wet the wound."

Ling Yanshan was thinking of finding something else for Anya to divert her attention, so that her scalp would not get itchy the more she thought about it, but she didn't expect Anya to make such a suggestion.

Speaking of which, if he came to wash Xiaoya's hair, he would wash his hands carefully so that the wound wouldn't get wet; he could hold the gun steadily and shoot accurately, so there's no reason to wash his hair with a jar of water. Something will go wrong.

What's more, Xiaoya looked at him so earnestly and asked him to wash her hair...

In Ling Yanshan's perception, it is a very intimate thing for a man to wash a woman's hair.

Not intimate, can mess with each other's hair?
Didn't people cut their hair and form concentric knots when they got married in ancient times?Xiaoya is already dating him, shouldn't he wash his girlfriend's hair?

Cough cough, think about it another way, Xiaoya asked him to wash her hair, doesn't it mean that the two of them are getting closer?
When Li Xinlan was around, Anya only clamored to wash her hair, and Ling Yanshan didn't think about getting someone to wash her hair.

Even if he can't think about it, he just wants to help, and then there is still his aunt, so where is his turn to step forward?

But isn't my aunt gone now...

Ling Yanshan was jumping for joy, but his face was as steady as possible: "Okay, then I'll wash your hair for you. When my aunt comes back, don't talk about it."

Anya nodded quickly: "Brother Shan, take two more buckets of water and turn it into lukewarm water. Make sure to wash my hair well."

Ling Yanshan had plenty of strength, so he immediately prepared two buckets and another basin of warm water, first carefully untied the bandage wrapped around Anya's head, and then covered her wound with gauze, then let Anya lie down on the edge of the bed lowered his head.

Carefully wet that head of black hair with warm water, and then rub it gently with a bottle of shampoo made by Anya.

Ling Yanshan's heart was also light and soft like the white and delicate bubbles that were rubbed out.

Both are hair, but girls' hair is different from men's.

Ling Yanshan was rather particular. When the bottle of orange-scented shampoo Anya gave him was used up, he just put soap on it, grabbed a few handfuls, and then rinsed it off with water.

It was Anya who washed his hair last time, and he had never washed Anya's hair before——

The white foam from the shampoo wrapped around the hair, and his fingers passed through the smooth black hair. The feeling simply fascinated him.

Anya also instructed him to scratch here and press there, making him hum and whimper comfortably, making him think that way unconsciously when he heard the voice...

After kneading her hair, washing it with two buckets of water, and rubbing it dry with a dry handkerchief, Anya's long hair was like black satin, and it became smooth and black again. The face is bright and white.

Ling Yanshan sniffed the faint fragrance, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart; in the future, whenever he is free, he will wash Xiaoya's hair!

Anya didn't expect that just washing her hair could make Ling Yanshan so rippling. After washing her hair, she felt relaxed and in a good mood for a while.

When Ling Yanshan came back from pouring water, Anya leaned on the hospital bed and held her hands together and let out a soft "ouch".

Ling Yanshan was taken aback, and quickly moved over to look at her hand: "What's wrong? Did you touch the wound just now—"

Before he finished speaking, his face was suddenly pecked lightly by something soft.

Ling Yanshan didn't come back to his senses for a while, and looked at Anya in a daze.

Anya laughed out loud: "Just now you were obedient and did things well, this is your reward."

(End of this chapter)