The official I raised has become a fine

Chapter 257

Jun Yao went to the side and took out his cloak, covering her head without any explanation.

Song Zhiying suddenly felt darkness in front of her eyes, and there were countless question marks in her heart.

Jun Yao looked at Song Zhiying who was tightly covered by his cloak, clapped his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

Song Zhiying was originally not tall, and Jun Yao's cloak was like a sack to her. It took her a lot of effort to reveal her head from the cloak.

"Boss, what do you mean?" Song Zhiying's hair was disheveled because of the diamond cloak, she looked like an angry lion, and with her current expression, it was even more vivid.

Seeing this, Jun Yao couldn't help smiling a little, but seeing that she was even more angry after seeing his smile, he stopped laughing and explained seriously: "Your hair wets your clothes, Although I have no ill intentions towards you, you'd better not be so reassuring about me, I am a man after all."

Song Zhiying looked down belatedly, only to find that her collarbone and even the clothes on her chest were wet with her hair, and the white undershirt was translucent after being wet, and she quickly covered it with the cloak Surrounded by himself, only a small head was exposed.

It turned out that Fu Guier was doing it for her own good, and she mistook his kindness for the liver and lungs of a donkey again.This time, even Song Zhiying herself was a little embarrassed. She coughed lightly, lowered her head and said, "Boss, I'm sorry, but I judged a gentleman with a villain's heart. The boss is a gentleman with integrity. I won't misunderstand the boss again." gone."

When Jun Yao saw her praise him in a different way, he, who was not angry at all, felt better.

"You just need to understand my good intentions, and don't be angry with me in the future." Jun Yao felt that he was still a little humble, and wanted to get rid of her every time to stop being angry with himself, but it had little effect.

Song Zhiying stuck out her tongue embarrassingly, "I promise I will never make the boss angry again!"

"Okay, you should dry your hair first. It's cold at night, and you've caught the wind and cold carefully. You still need me to take care of you." Jun Yao said.

Song Zhiying obediently wiped her hair with a towel, but her hair was a bit thick and long, and she had to be careful not to let the cloak fall off, so it was very laborious for her to dry it by herself.Song Zhiying is now beginning to miss the modern hair dryer. Here without a hair dryer, she has to spend a lot of effort every time to dry her hair.

Seeing that she was struggling to wipe her hair, Jun Yao stepped forward and took the handkerchief from her hand.

Song Zhiying raised her head to look at Junyao in puzzlement, and blinked her eyes in doubt.

"With your speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to wipe it off tonight. Let me help you," Jun Yao said.

Song Zhiying saw that his eyes were clear and his whole body was upright, as if he was serious about helping, so she obediently let go and nodded.

It just so happened that her arms were sore from wiping her hair, so it would be nice to have someone do it for her.

Jun Yao stood behind her, wrapped her hair in a handkerchief, and wiped it gently.

"Don't rub my hair, or it will damage the hair quality." Song Zhiying also made a request.

Jun Yao smiled helplessly and connivingly, and the movements of his hands were lighter.

"Of order, miss." Jun Yao said jokingly.

Song Zhiying responded cheekily, "There is a tip if you wipe it well."

She was not being polite at all, and she regarded Jun Yao as a little boy who rubbed his head.

(End of this chapter)