God of Life

Send out a (quiet observation. JPG), which is the secret signal from Wang Yan and Miss Liu Li.

Wang Yan had a lot of free time, but Liu Li was really busy. Sometimes he would chat with her at 10 o'clock in the evening, and the young lady was still doing moves in the practice hall.

It's not that late today, and the young lady replied quickly: "Miss me, woof? I just finished washing."

Wang Yan curled his lips: Hmph, let me explain specifically, don't you just want to imply to me that you have time now and are very handsome?

I've already seen through your little thoughts!

So, immediately happily sent a video invitation.

After connecting, a small head with a ball head and a layer of plaster on its face appeared on the screen.

"Ah! my eyes!"

Wang Yan let out an exaggerated howl.

"Thick and thick!"

Sanwan didn't dare to laugh out loud, and let out a silly, muffled laugh, with 24 million soft lights in his big eyes.

The background in the video is white walls and floral quilts. Wang Yan knew that it was their dormitory, so he teased her: "I don't want to look at you anymore. Turn your phone and let me see your dormitory. Who wears it?" If there are few, you can take close-ups of them.”

Liu Li's eyes froze, and a burst of evil spirit filled the air.

After 0.5 seconds, she suddenly turned her head and shouted to the sisters: "Wow Wang said he wants to see you change clothes!"

Wang Yan's smug smile suddenly froze on his face.

I go!

Is there anyone who cheats on your boyfriend like you? !

Before he could figure out how to deal with it, he heard Na Wu yelling from the side: "What's the point of watching through the screen? You let him come here now, you can watch it however you want, and there are other benefits!"

Welfare? !

What will it be?

Wang Yan was dreaming, when he heard another sneer.

"Come on! Tell him to come quickly! If you don't get that lewd dog out of the fire, my mother's surname will not be Lu!"

The girls were laughing and laughing, but Wang Yan was shamefully discouraged.

Shrinking his neck, he threatened Liu Li viciously: "Little Sanwan, you pit brother! Just wait!"

Liu Li was out of breath laughing, pouted and kissed the camera.

"Mua~~Stupid Wang, sleep well!"

After the black screen, Wang Yan's mind still echoed the silver bell-like laughter of the young lady.

Tsk, why are you so cute!

I really want to eat it right away...

Recently, through the chats on WeChat all over the world, the young lady has become more and more open, and the fresh and spiritual inner quality is blooming like a flower, which is super charming.

Wang Yan could stand it before, but today, after modifying the attributes, it felt like there was a fire burning in his body.

Hard to sleep.

Hemp egg, 79 physique, so disharmonious?

Tossed and rolled until very late before falling asleep in a daze.

...

Getting up with difficulty in the morning, when Wang Yan was washing his face, when he saw the mirror, he suddenly couldn't help being a nympho.

I! Why, so, so beautiful!

"If you don't hurry up to wash your face and brush your teeth, go out and get a haircut, why are you yelling in front of the mirror?"

Wang Xiufang was very dissatisfied with her son's behavior of occupying the bathroom and not doing business, so she cursed at the top of her voice.

Wang Yan shrank his neck and washed his face and hair in a despondent manner.

Today is August 8th, the day when the Wang family held a school entrance banquet.

In fact, today's school entrance banquet has little to do with the children themselves, it is mainly the relationship between the parents.

But as the protagonist in name, Wang Yan still had to clean up. Cleanliness was the basic requirement.

Just because of what to wear today, Wang Yan died of exhaustion by tens of thousands of brain cells.

Hermes must not be worn, let alone the old street stalls, so I still have to buy a suit at a moderate price,

And decent clothes.

Then there is the issue of hairstyle.

Previously, Wang Yan hadn't cut his hair because he had to cover his eyebrows. Now that his bangs had covered his eyes, it was very uncomfortable for the thief in summer.

I finally finished the small loan, and now I just change the shape.

Both things must be done before the noon banquet.

Wang Yan was about to go out after breakfast, when his mother, Wang Xiufang, stopped him: "Hey, what are you in a hurry for? Here's the money! Go and buy a pair of clothes. You can't deal with it like that when you go to college..."

It was a long chatter, but it made Wang Yan's heart warm.

Of course, I can't ask for money, and my family is not rich.

"Mom, I have money, enough to buy clothes."

"Where did you get the money? Haven't you spent all the money that came with you?"

"No... I'm leaving!"

Wang Yan made a fuzzy sound, then dropped his legs.

Now it's really impossible to explain the money thing, just wait until college, not under the nose of parents, nonsense is not afraid of being exposed.

I went out to take a taxi and went straight to the mall, racking my brains to pick out a pure cotton T-shirt and a pair of comfortable capri pants.

The two add one piece for 350 yuan. The brand is unknown, but the quality is quite good.

Downstairs in the shopping mall, there is a Lisa boutique hair salon flagship, the name is dick, and the appearance and decoration are also good.

As soon as Wang Yan entered the door, he saw an introduction of a hairstylist on the wall. The title at the top was Art Director. He didn't bother to listen to the marketing, so he pointed at Hanisen directly: "Haircut, that's the one."

"what?"

The welcoming girl was taken aback for a moment, looked at Wang Yan's messy hairstyle, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Hanisen costs 298 yuan for men's styling, are you sure?"

For consumption below 1,000 yuan, Expansion Yan doesn't even have emotions like "it's so cheap" now.

Isn't it just a matter of taking a few breaths?

Is there a difference between 298 and 998?

do not have.

So Wang Yan nodded: "Sure. Can I do it now?"

"Yes, yes!" The little girl hurriedly led the way, "Come with me."

There is no difference in spending money, but there is a difference in service after all.

It took me nearly 20 minutes to wash my hair. The technique of the girl is super good. She scratched her scalp gently with her little nails, and massaged her head and neck all over.

After sitting in his seat, as soon as that Hanisen opened his mouth, Wang Yan realized that a 20-year-old barber and a 300-year-old stylist were really different.

After repeated observation and confirmation of hair quality, Hanisen suggested: "Your facial lines are too soft, but your skin is not fair. Fortunately, your hair is moderately hard. I want to make you a hairstyle with a sharper design, and then Trim your brow shape, neutralize the softness, and highlight your calm personal temperament..."

There are not many words, but they are all on the point, which shows that there are indeed real materials.

"Okay, just follow your opinion."

Wang Yan switched to an honorific title.

Wang Yan always respected capable people and would not become arrogant just because he was rich.

Hanisen began to work on Wang Yan's hair.

While working, chatting softly.

"The so-called sense of design, people who have never studied art will always feel a little empty, but let me give you the simplest analogy——"

"We all think that the 37-year-old partial score 20 years ago is very outdated, and it's not good, right?"

Wang Yan thought about the so-called three-to-seven big deviation, and a picture of Brother Bo in his early years suddenly popped up in his mind, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

Hanisen continued to chat: "However, Beckham's classic jet head 10 years ago, even with today's aesthetics, still feels very good and handsome. We can add an undercut at most, so that it can be suitable for quite a few men's faces."

"Why?"

"Design at its peak."

"The classic airplane head has actually brought the artistic beauty of that face shape to the limit. The latecomers can only process small details according to the current popular elements and the characteristics of customers."

"Just like now..."

Hanisen straightened Wang Yan's head and motioned him to look in the mirror.