The man's hand stroked Qingyan's neck. She was wearing a wig, and Zhan Linghan touched the hair net on Qingyan's back.

In order to come to Ussuri, Qingyan was really fully armed.

Zhan Linghan touched the back of her head with his hand, and he suddenly realized that Qingyan's hair was much less.

He knew that Qingyan was wearing a thick wig and deliberately pretending to be bloated, but her hair was not very thick, and he knew how long Qingyan's original hair was.

He often blows Qingyan's hair, and knows how thick he will feel if Qingyan's hair is grabbed or if it is all wrapped around the back of his head.

But now Zhan Linghan knew something was wrong with the wig on Qingyan's head.

His hand reached into the hair net inside the wig, but he couldn't touch the thick layer of real hair.

"Where is the hair?" Zhan Linghan finally made a sound. He had tried his best to lower the sound, and only Qingyan could hear the volume.

Qingyan's neck shrank inward and did not answer him.

"Where is the hair?" Zhan Linghan repeated again and asked her again.

Qingyan was like a child who did something wrong. She wanted to take Zhan Linghan's hand away. Zhan Linghan noticed Qingyan's resistance and concealment, so he reached out to lift Qingyan's wig directly.

How could Qingyan compete with Zhan Linghan? The wig she covered her head was directly lifted off by Zhan Linghan.

Zhan Linghan did not see the long honey-colored hair pouring down like a waterfall, nor did he see the long hair being tightly wrapped around the back of his head.

He then saw a faint light outside the window, only seeing her hair as short as her ears.

Qingyan never dared to speak out. One was that she didn't want Bai Qiqi to hear the movement in the living room, and the other was that she felt guilty and scared.

She didn't know what she felt guilty. She cut her hair and seemed to have done something wrong in front of Zhan Linghan.

But she knew what she was afraid of.

At the Imperial Capital Airport, Qingyan grabbed her hair and cut it with a knife. She originally planned to repair her hair after she came to Ussuri.

But when she arrived in Ussuri, she was busy looking for Zhan Linghan's whereabouts, where she had time and where she had the leisure to trim her hair.

When you are not thinking about food and food for someone, how can you take into account your appearance?

But now, Qingyan regretted it. If she had known that she would have met Zhan Linghan, she would have repaired her short hair with a knife.

Now her hair is messy and ugly, and with her disguised face, she must be even uglier.

Qingyan buried her face in the pillow. Even though it was pitch black around her, she didn't want Zhan Linghan to see her ugly appearance.

Zhan Linghan's lips pressed against her ears.

"Why did you cut your hair?"

He touched Qingyan's short hair with distinct joints and his hands were tangled. As the daughter of Lantang's family, Qingyan's hair was always handed over to a professional styling team.

In the past, she gave her hair a long-term care once a month, but Zhan Linghan thought that her hair was so long was too troublesome. She had to take care of her for five or six hours. If it were Zhan Linghan, he would have collapsed.

But he cherishes Qingyan's hair very much, and he likes everything that belongs to Qingyan.

In order to protect her long hair, Zhan Linghan learned how to blow her hair, how to use curling combs and curling rods to help Qingyan develop a beautiful look.
Chapter completed!