Chapter 4470: Miss Antique's Special Bodyguard 29

Yi Zehao did not speak, but a funny smile was on his face.

Luo Liyan was fluffy in his laughing heart, and finally picked up his baggage, and wanted to throw him out of his own shop.

Yi Zehao pulled her into his arms while he was in the situation. "Good, don't think about this impossible thing, and don't say anything that makes me angry."

"It was you who ransacked me first, and also took out the things I didn't know and settled the bill with me." Luo Liyan twisted and resisted.

But even when she heard a muffled noise from her head, her face flushed and she stopped moving quickly.

Yi Zehao wanted to hold on again, but was afraid that his behavior would become uncontrollable, and he was angry with the little girl in his arms, so he could only bear it hard.

"That's my fault. Now I don't know what else is in this world. You can slowly tell me, as long as it's what you say, I'm willing to listen to him." His tone finally returned to the gentleness of his usual days. Drowning look.

Luo Liyan breathed a sigh of relief, and did not dare to let Yi Zehao choose any more hair. He could only glance at the phone himself, then picked the simplest hairstyle to help him trim it.

While pruning, he was also distracted and gave him some popular knowledge about the current world.

Yi Zehao listened very carefully, and naturally the more she talked, the more powerful she became.

It is just that she has no haircut experience. This distraction, the effect of the things under her can be imagined.

The corner of her mouth twitched and looked at Yi Zehao's head. She didn't dare to look directly, not even the courage to let Yi Zehao take a look.

"Well ... otherwise we'll go home first. I'll just buy the clothes for you." Luo Liyan's weak proposal.

There are too many mirrors in this mall. She is afraid that Yi Zehao will see that he has cut his long black hair like thick black ink into what this dog looks like now, and he may have trouble with himself. .

"Not cut well?" Yi Zehao had already guessed such a result, and smiled indulgently.

Uh ... it's not just that it's not cut, it's just the disaster scene, OK?

Luo Li swallowed his throat with gulp, and the guilty eyes didn't know where to put it.

Yi Zehao walked to the window on the side and saw the current appearance through the reflection on it.

To be honest, it was a bit ugly, but he didn't care much about what he looked like.

"Well, I didn't say I would blame you. Anyway, what I look like is for you, just like it." Yi Zehao comforted.

Do not! Thank you! I don't like it at all!

Luo Liyan silently answered in his heart, and did not dare to answer Yi Zehao's words.

As soon as a man saw her like that, he knew what she was thinking, and asked a little bit angrily and a little funnyly: "Don't it be a smoke, is this too ugly?"

"No!" Luo Liyan immediately shook his head in a strong desire to survive, "I think my own hands have cut off your appearance."

"It's okay. As long as you don't hate it, you can cut as much as you want." Yi Zehao held her little hand and squeezed it gently.

"Forget it, I'll take you to the barbershop to make up for it." Luo Liyan sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, the monk halfway was unreliable. Yi Zehao didn't get angry with himself like that, so he really loved himself.

"No need, since this was cut by you yourself, how could I let others destroy it again." Yi Zehao refused strongly.