Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"Good."

Nangong Beibei doesn't have the slightest opinion. His cooking skill is so good that he is satisfied with his food.

However, to say so, she still needs to learn.

Not to mention whether she can find her way home, she still has to learn how to cook first. In this way, if she has children later, she won't be starved to death.

Xiaobai is gnawing its bone attentively beside

As soon as they came and went, Nangong Beibei was full and didn't want to eat any more. When Nangong Beibei picked up the scissors and tried to cut off her hair, Leng Feng took her hand and pursed her lips. "How can you..."

I was wondering what she was doing with the scissors, but I never thought that she was

"The hair is too long. It's not easy to smear the ink evenly on it. If it's shorter, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. Besides, we often have haircuts over there. " Nangong Beibei smiles and sticks out his tongue.

Lengfeng is an ancient, so some aspects will care more than her, and even the ideas are different

It's like now.

Nangong Beibei simply explained to him. Otherwise, it would be hard to talk.

"Such a long hair, if you cut it off, what a pity, you can't cut it off..." Lengfeng holds Nangong Beibei's hand, with a strong attitude.

Lengfeng is willing to believe what Nangong Beibei said, but she doesn't want her hair cut off like this.

"After we finish the work, the hair will grow out, and I won't cut it off any more, OK?" Nangong Beibei looks at Lengfeng's eyebrows, and his eyes are incomparably gentle.

It's also wonderful to have someone around you who is willing to do this to you.

She doesn't worry.

I also hope that Lengfeng can understand.

As long as Nangong Beibei talks to her in such a tone, he can't stand it, but he agrees.

Nangong Beibei slowly split his lips and laughed. Then he gave a kiss on Lengfeng's face and said in a soft voice, "don't worry, I promised you that I would have a baby for you, so I will take good care of my safety."

Cold wind just aware, that face warm, so lightly swept, but also in his heart above drop a blow.

A ripple in the sky.

When Nangong Beibei picked up the scissors to cut his hair, he didn't hesitate.

Hands up, scissors down.

That long white hair, she had been cut to the shoulder, very neat.

Nangong Beibei for the sake of beauty, also deliberately to repair the bottom of the hair, the hair is so leisurely fall, yingzi agile, Sassou.

The cold wind suddenly shook his eyes.

"It's beautiful."

Lengfeng stretched out her hand and smoothed her forehead to the back of her head.

"Just like it."

Nangong Beibei speaks directly. For some words, Nangong Beibei doesn't intend to hide them in his heart, such as this kind of words.

They are both husband and wife. There is still nothing that can't be said.

Before them, they were defeated by one who said nothing and explained nothing?

Now, they have to learn from the past.

"Well."

When Lengfeng's lips came towards Nangong Beibei, Nangong Beibei avoided them. "It's time for you to give me these things. Come on. We'll go to Jianguo as soon as we're ready."

Nangong Beibei is also worried, thinking that if we finish these things earlier, we can solve all the problems earlier.

"Well." Leng Feng came to Nangong Beibei in response to his voice. His voice was hoarse, but there was a slight pain in his throat.

Nangong Beibei is lying on the bed, her hair is plucked to the back of her head, Lengfeng holds her hair, one hand is also holding that kind of painting brush, stained with ink, brush her hair, is also very careful, serious.

In this process, the atmosphere among them is a bit quiet, there is a kind of quiet years, with the old gentleman.

She was very happy.

After the ink was applied to her hair, the cold wind went to open the window, hoping that the wind would blow in.

Let the ink on her head dry quickly.

"Well, I don't know what will happen later..."

Nangong Beibei can't help sighing. It's her first time to use ink to make her hair.

If it wasn't for the poor conditions in ancient times, she would never allow such things to appear on her head.

Unfortunately, there is no choice!

"I'll see later. If not, I'll wash it off and put on my hat."

Leng Feng looked at her, and indeed found that her black hair, the face above the gorgeous, but it is unparalleled years.

And white hair of her, but it is more to show her fierce, her killing, but no matter how she, he is happy, and love her all.

"All right."

Nangong Beibei's brisk response slowly moved his lips.

Recently, she found her smile a little more, of course, this is also the credit of Lengfeng.

Moreover, the hat is her second plan.

When the ink on Nangong Beibei's head was all dried up, she quickly got up and fiddled with her hair. It was not as soft as before. It was a little rough. Besides, when she fiddled with it, the faint fragrance entered her nose.

While stirring up the ink, Nangong Beibei let Lengfeng put the spices in to cover the smell of the ink.

Alas, the two things complement each other.

It's really

"Ouch..."

Xiaobai's cry suddenly came to Nangong Beibei, but Nangong Beibei suddenly frowned: "what are you doing there?"

Words just fall, Nangong Beibei is immediately thought of, Xiaobai this is in schadenfreude joke.

You know, that day she poured a bucket of fuel on it!

"What are you proud of? If you are proud again, I will make you like this!"

Nangong Beibei deliberately sink eyebrows, eyes mercilessly toward Xiaobai warning, but also with a threat.

Seeing Nangong Beibei and Xiaobai like this, Lengfeng can't help laughing. Sometimes, Nangong Beibei looks like a child who hasn't grown up in his eyes.

Sometimes, she can take charge of her own affairs.

Everyone will have those shortcomings, so Lengfeng has never thought of Nangong Beibei like butterfly.

Nangong Beibei found a bronze mirror in the room and looked in the mirror. She hasn't seen her black hair for a long time. She is a little nostalgic.

Although it's made with ink, who wants to wear white hair every day?