Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Again, pure black!" It's too tough to discuss.

The hairdresser could not help but shrink. This man is so cold!

"Antique!" Not willing to close the color plate, Bo en said in a sharp voice, "dye me pure belly black!"

Hairdresser

What color is this?

Bo Jiayan listened but did not hear. He picked up the magazine and looked leisurely.

Hum, black wolf!

Bo en en is sitting on the hairdressing chair, her heart is not wilting, and her little assistant is applying her hair dye cream. She looked in the mirror. Bo Jiayan was saying something to the hairdresser. The hairdresser nodded and complimented.

The hairdresser was originally thin and small. In front of the tall Bo Jiayan, he looked like a trained primary school student. He had a look of worship and his eyes were shining.

Boyne suspected that he would bend in the next second.

When dyeing her hair, Bo en played with her mobile phone all the way, but she didn't even look at herself in the mirror. She let the hairdresser knead her round and flat.

With a head of black hair, what is the color of youth.

Ah!

With a sigh, the hairdresser took off the cloth around her neck and said, "Miss Bo, I've dyed your hair. I'll trim it for you. Let's see the effect."

Bo en then raised his head and casually looked at himself in his glasses. Ben was pregnant with a heart that wanted to die. As a result, when he saw his hairstyle, he was full of blood and came back to life.

Nani, is this yourself?

Bo en suddenly stood up from the hairdressing chair.

Black short hair, flashing light, so smooth that ants can not climb up. Once those yellow hair flying fork, this time Shun stick to her ear, Qi Qi bangs set off her big eyes, more water spirit.

The hairdresser cut her a wave that fits her face very well.

Bo en never knew that she could be so smart. To tell you the truth, she was much more beautiful and fashionable than her original yellow hair.

"Oba, you're good at it." Bo en immediately fell in love with himself.

The hairdresser bowed his head and laughed. He was a little shy. He couldn't help glancing at Bo Jiayan, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine not far away.

Boone felt that he had bent.

"Miss Bo, this is the hairstyle suggested by your little uncle. It really suits you very well."

Bo en en

What did bocayan propose? Bo en en was really surprised. Just now when he was muttering with the hairdresser, he was discussing how to clean her hair.

But this clean up, the effect is not bad. It's not only refreshing, but also fashionable. It's mainly to make her beautiful and improve her temperament.

It turns out that her little uncle has the potential to be an image designer.

She thought that the black bellied guy would make her look rustic. Unexpectedly, he thought that she was a little girl and loved beauty!

Bo en's heart, a warm flow. In fact, Bo Jiayan is not so old-fashioned!

She took a look at Bo Jiayan sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. Her eyes were focused, 360 degree beauty, and she was fascinated. God, oh no, how did grandma give birth to him.

Bo en en, a little shy, went to Bo Jiayan and stood in front of him, coughing gently.