"Yes," Chu Li turned her daughter's face, a crying little face fell in front of Qin Luo, and Qin Luo frowned strongly, "how can such a pitiful cry of?"

"Her hair was cut successfully. She didn't have any artistic feeling. Well, she turned such a beautiful child ugly."

"Okay, I know, it's her, who has no level and cut the child's hair like this?" He said, and stretched out his hands and passed the light rain in Chu's arms, OK, Cute, uncle will turn you into a beautiful little baby.

And his accusations made Du Jingtang's face red all of a sudden. These were his faults, and he turned Xiaoyudian into a small watermelon. He received the accusations of Chu law again. Now, his face was Burned even more.

"Oh, don't cry, we will come out in a while," Qin Luo went in, holding Xiaoyudian, but looking back, the smile on the lips was soothing, "You can rest assured, I will let your daughter It's so beautiful that she won't let her live on this ugly watermelon head. It really has no level. Who cut it? It's ugly! "

Du Jingtang's head was almost lowered to the ground. Although it wasn't him who cut it, but what's the difference between it and him? The hairdresser chose him, but he didn't expect that he would make the raindrops cute. However, the level of the person is just the same, making the child ugly, and even crying.

Ruoxin, don't worry, you understand Qin Luo's level, what he said can be done, Chu Lu's hand was in the air, he wanted to fall, but Xia Ruoxin avoided his hand and sat on the side on the sofa. Rejecting everything he has.

Perhaps it was he who refused to change all of his present, whether it was sincere or false.

We have seen with our eyes, sometimes not all of them, and some things from other people's mouth, it seems to be more understandable, more incisive.

Chu Li looked at his hand, then slowly lowered and clenched, his lips were a bit cracked, in fact, now he really wants to go to sleep, because his head is really It hurts, but no, he has a daughter.

Therefore, he exhausted his strong self-control, and made himself suffer all kinds of discomfort all the time. Even his legs are constantly twitching.

There was some cold sweat in his forehead, but his black eyes kept staring at the door. Qin Luo was a strange-tempered person. He didn't like the presence of outsiders when he was working, so they only got the final result. As for passing, no one will know that this is the reason why Qin Luo is so mysterious. People who want him to make shapes by themselves, in addition to having strong money, of course, also need his pleasing eyes. Displeased, how much money to give, sorry, he didn't want to.

If it looks pleasing to the eye and can't afford it, sorry, he won't agree, because that's his principle, work and hobbies.

Xia Ruoxin lowered her head. She opened her palms. There was a layer of sweat in her palms. Is she nervous or doing something?

Looking up, when she looked at the room with mirrors on all sides, everything was with the texture of glass, and the light reflected everything from time to time, and in the mirror, she looked confused.

There is also a man's eyes that follow him constantly.

In the mirror, the man's slightly pale complexion and his chapped lips were even more obvious, and his face had long been unable to find the coldness and ruthlessness of Zeng Jin, in his eyes. There is only one kind of deep-seated emotions that are not open, repressed and heavy.

This is a very strange place. The people sitting here cannot escape each other and their expressions.

Chu Li raised her lips and began to pay attention to the surrounding area. Actually, this is a good place, but why he did n’t find it four years ago and did n’t think about it so much that they missed it. The most precious four years.

They were sitting quietly like this, Xia Ruoxin put her hand on her lap and did not look at anyone, but her heart was actually not so calm, and Chu Li just kept changing the colors in her pupils, waiting , Also seems to be remembering,

Only Du Jingtang was a little impatient. The impatience on his face was reflected in the mirror. It was very obvious that he couldn't sit, really couldn't sit. Little cutie has been in for so long, and the man wouldn't see her cute and pretty, just think of her, that's no good, he quickly got up, and rushed in without a word.

Just before the door was reached, the doorkeeper was blocked. "Mr. Sorry, Mr. Qin does not like to be disturbed by others when he is working." The professional voice and polite conversation made Du Jingtang even lose his temper for a while. I don't know what to do.

"Cousin," Du Jingtang hurried back, sitting next to Chu Li, whispering, "Cousin, do you think that **** man wants to turn away the little cute, it has been going in for an hour, he doesn't You will see that our family is so cute and pretty, so you can sell it for money? "

When Xia Ruoxin heard it, there was an urge to roll his eyes. This Qin Luo was not a lack of money. How could he sell a child, and she went there, there was no back door, and the temper of this man That's it. When Shangge helped her, it was like this. Moreover, it was more than an hour that made her a small wooden man.

This time too, think of it, her mind can be considered relaxed, this Du Jingtang thought too much, it is estimated that TV watched so much that it was too complicated for everything.

However, from another aspect, he really likes Xiaoyudian, otherwise he would not be able to worry about her like this. Xiaoyudian is really happy. Maybe she was bitter before the age of three, but now she is really happy. Child, his grandpa so much, one such uncle, Gao Yi, and even Chu Li.

Although he is really not a qualified father, he has to admit that he is doing very well, really well, and even, despite his own leg, just wants to rescue his daughter.

But no matter how much Chu Lu wants to be a father and a good father, what she wants to do is still insisting. Xiaoyudian is her daughter and has nothing to do with the Chu family.

Du Jingtang complained again and again.

Chu Li raised his head slightly, and swept Du Jingtang's brow, a picture of him as an idiot.