He Xiu nodded, "Near."

He Xiu is a bit mysterious. His shoes are basically the same as Yes' feet. The average price is over 1,000 yuan, and there are also several thousand yuan. But he also wants to get a meal supplement from the school and has to go out to work part-time. His mobile phone is also an older model.

Yes hesitated whether to ask where he was working part-time. He Xiu suddenly looked up at him, "Your hair."

"Hmm?" Yes was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"That strand is white or yellow or yellow." He Xiu hesitated, "Where did it dye?"

"You want to dye your head?" Song Yi widened his eyes and hit Yes with his elbow, "Okay, Ye Shen, I've been hurt in just one week. You're so awesome."

"Get out." Yes kicked him and looked at He Xiu, "My name is Xinghe Yin, this is a highlight. These are just a few, which complement my skin color. If you dye your head, you will kill Matt."

"I think you were brainwashed by Tony." Song Yi whispered beside him, but was killed back by Ye Si's fierce eyes.

Yes continued, "But I regretted it after choosing it. In fact, your black hair looks pretty good. If you have to taste the freshness, come to me. I'll take you there, and Teacher Tony will give you a discount."

He Xiu nodded, "Okay."

Yes and Song Yi walked out, and Song Yi curled his lips, "I'm going to give it a discount. If Hu Xiujie knew that you took He Xiu to dye your head, Hu Xiujie would be able to discount your legs."

Yes glared at him and was too lazy to pay attention.

In fact, he thought that He Xiu would look pretty good, because He Xiu was white, his eyes were dark, and he looked clean. This temperament should look good in any color. On the contrary, he wanted to dye the strange color back black by the way, and for no reason, so he wanted to say goodbye to the past.

Say goodbye to the one who was arrogant and unruly in the past, Yes, who didn't know what life and death were.

The author has something to say:

Dye me to the same color as him, and the Buddha egg surrounded the small bib and said to the mirror expressionlessly.

The author carefully studied the miserable hair color, took out his eyeshadow and barely rubbed it on the eggshell.

It's time for me, the miserable bastard said, dye me back.

Buddha egg turned silently, went back?

The miserable nodded and dyed it back.

Fo egg paused, and silently picked up the small rag and rubbed its eggshell.
Chapter completed!