971: C971 A Turtle Can't Speak(1)

C971 A Turtle Can't Speak(1)

Zhencan looked through the mirror in front of her and saw that the woman behind her was wearing a bright red leather jacket. Her facial features were delicate and there was a shy expression on her face.

She was a female singer who had stood out during the performance of a television singer last year. Now, she could be considered to be half red. Her name was Zhuang Ying.

The reason Zhencan knew her was because Qingsong was one of the judges in the show. The person who gave her the Pass Card was Qingsong. Furthermore, Qingsong had included her in his team and won the second place in that year's competition.

Zhuang Ying smiled and walked forward. "Song, how is it? I'll bring it closer for you to see!"

When she got closer, Qingsong looked at his shoes seriously. "The color is not right. It should be red, not red."

Zhuang Ying smiled and said, "Why don't you come and help me look for it?"

She looked up at him, full of expectation. Her intimate tone sounded like she was flirting with her lover.

Zhencan suddenly lowered her head.

Once upon a time, she was the only person in the world who would call him that - Song.

Now, the whole world called him that, and he was the prince charming in the hearts of billions of girls.

Zhencan pursed her lips tightly, and did not regret the decision in her heart. Because she was indeed not worthy of him. It was just that in her heart, she knew everything about him. Watching and listening to another woman treat him like this, Zhencan's heart would still be filled with disappointment and sadness.

Because she was cutting her hair, there was a large protective clothing around her neck.

Her tangled hands could be hidden under the protective clothing.

She was glad that the protective suit was like a protective umbrella, blocking her stiff and helpless body.

However, she neglected the fact that true feelings could not be concealed no matter what.

A drop of sparkling and translucent thing fell on the protective clothing.

Awkward, it was instantly tainted!

Zhencan panicked to the extreme, afraid that Qingsong would see something. Her small hands hurriedly grabbed from below and grabbed that tear stain.

She did not dare to raise her head, and did not even dare to breathe loudly!

She timidly closed her eyes and quietly waited for Qingsong to quickly follow Zhuang Ying!

"Color blind?" Qingsong's voice was very unhappy. "It is not a professional problem to be unable to distinguish between red and red. It is a health problem. Are you sure you don't need to go see a doctor during the holidays? "

Zhuang Ying knew that it was very cold to relax in private.

Initially, she thought that since there was still a stylist outside, he would more or less take into account his public image.

However, she did not expect...

Furthermore, the entire Star Arts belonged to Qingsong. He was no longer the idol faction that had just emerged a few years ago, but an influential entertainment tycoon in the entertainment industry.

Zhuang Ying was one of the artistes he had signed after the competition.

Qingsong had previously told an artiste to give him a break. Until now, that artiste was still in ice age!

Zhuang Ying was so frightened that her expression changed. There was fear in her beautiful eyes. She immediately took a step back. "No, no, I suddenly remembered the red color. I'll look for it myself."

Her gaze landed on the woman who was looking down in front of the mirror. After looking at her for two seconds, she did not see the woman's face clearly. She turned around and ran away.

Zhencan pursed her lips and did not dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, Qingsong lifted her two strands of hair again, "Draw it into purple."2

"This... I still need to ask Miss Qiao's opinion." The stylist did not dare to casually expose Zhencan's identity as a princess. He could only say that with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Qingsong suddenly withdrew his hand and said without any emotion, "The turtle will only stay in the shell. How can it talk?"

He turned around and left.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting further and further away, Zhencan finally let out a sigh of relief.

When the entire hairstyle was finished, the stylist personally washed Zhencan's hair and blew her hair. When everything was done, Zhencan also lifted her small face and seriously sized up her current appearance.

The stylist suddenly realized that Qingsong's eyes were very unique. "It's true. If two strands of purple were to be dyed here, the entire person would become bright and moving, and the temperament would be different."

Zhencan's hands were slightly tangled as she asked, "Where is Encan?"

The stylist smiled. "Princess Encan is doing two-footed care. That also takes a long time. After she is done, she will come and find you to do the Thai fragrant spa together."

The two-footed care that Zhencan did was more complicated and there were also many procedures. Finally, she even had to put on a beauty armor.

In the past, she did not care about these things, but now that she had a boyfriend, she naturally hoped that her image in front of her boyfriend would be more perfect.

Zhencan was very afraid that Qingsong would return, so she immediately got up and said, "I have finished cutting here. I will go look for her!"

"If you do not do nursing care over there, you will not be able to enter." The stylist smiled. "Otherwise, you can consider selecting an infection. It will only take 20 minutes. When she comes out to look for you, you can go and do the spa together."

The stylist naturally recommended it with all her might.

Because the price of dyeing a strand of hair was 4,000 yuan, he had a 30% commission. Two strands of hair was 8,000 yuan, which was a commission of 2,400 yuan. In addition, half of Zhencan's 20,000 yuan cutting fee was his. In these two hours, he had an income of 12,400 yuan.

However, although the beauty salon was profitable, as the famous beauty club in the Ning Country, its reputation was top-notch.

Because there were no failed examples of all the designs made here.

Zhencan remembered that just now, Qingsong had grabbed her hair twice and it was itchy.

She nodded, "Okay."

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