The corner of Yu Jinwen's lips curled up into a smile, and he purred behind Nan Song's head twice. His daughter-in-law seems to have learned this from her mother-in-law.

He couldn't help but think that the genes of the Yilan tribe were so powerful, if he and Xiao Song had a daughter, would she be the exact replica of Xiao Song.

A little stinky king~.

Thinking of this, Yu Jinwen's eyes filled with smiles.

Luo Yin cut his hair very quickly. First of all, he was used to cutting Nan Ningsong's hair. He didn't need any special style. He could simply trim it. She didn't dye the white hair on his head black, so she thought it was just fine.

It's nice to have such a natural old look, otherwise how could it reflect her youthfulness?

The biggest dream of the sinister Ms. Luo Yin is that when people see her and Nan Ningsong standing together, they think they are an old couple and a young wife.

Hahahahaha... My husband who I have raised for many years has gradually turned into a father. What a fantastic thing this is.

"This one is done soon, who will be next?"

Luo Yin asked, but she immediately locked her target, looked at Nan Sancai who was farthest away, and called him, "Dad."

"I won't cut it!" Nan Sancai was smoking a pipe. When he heard this, he almost choked on the cigarette and ran away.

Luo Yin shouted, "Xiaoer, Xiaoliu, bring grandpa back!"

"As you command!"

After receiving the order, Quan Yeqian and Nan Song immediately attacked from both sides and brought back the little old man Nan Ningsong.

Luo Yin glanced at it and said, "Take grandpa to wash his hair."

"Okay." Quan Yeqian responded, picked up Nan Sancai and walked toward the bathroom. Nan Sancai resisted, "Let me go..."

The resistance was futile, and in the end Nan Sancai was given away his pipe, like an old mushroom, sitting there with a grievance and getting a haircut.

Almost all the hair of the men in the family could not escape Luo Yin's "venomous hand". Luo Yin got bored after cutting and cutting, and wanted to do another trick on Yu Jinwen's hair, but Nan Song severely stopped her, "Mom,

Please control your inner spirit and stop messing with my man. He is a CEO after all."

"Okay." There was no way to create, Luo Yin's face was very resentful.

After a few heads were cleared, it was getting dark.

Luo Yin was about to finish the last one. She glanced at the time and said to Nan Song: "Xiao Liu, give your uncle a call and ask him why he hasn't come yet?"

"Oh, okay." As soon as Nan Song took out his cell phone, Wang Ping walked in, alone.

He was not wearing a uniform and was wearing casual clothes. The long black windbreaker made him tall and straight. There was no excessive emotion on his face. He took off his shoes and glanced at the situation in the room. The corners of his lips moved and he said, "I'm getting a haircut."

, just give me some reason."

As if to show that the shop was doing well, Luo Yin said, "Let's get in line."

"Uncle." Nan Song went up to meet him, took the box of salted duck he brought into his hand, and looked behind him, "Xiaowen is not here?"

"No." Wang Ping said calmly: "I have a job."

Nan Song frowned, "It's almost the Chinese New Year and you still have work?"

Wang Ping gave a soft "hmm". Although there was no emotion at all, Nan Song could still feel the disappointment in his nasal voice.

Alas, uncle is such a boring gourd.

Wang Ping quickly got in line.

Nan Song secretly took a photo of him and sent it to He Xiaowen, who responded almost instantly, "Is this... getting a haircut?"

Nan Song:【Yeah.】
Chapter completed!