This is the anti-theft Zhang Xiaofu stared at his ripped jeans and accused him, "What are you wearing? I didn't give you enough living expenses? I can't even afford a decent piece of clothing? I'm not allowed to wear this kind of rag in the future, which makes me embarrassed!"

Before Xiao Jiashu could refute, Xue Miao exploded first, "What do you know? This is a new style released by Aestudio this year. Jonny Johansson personally participated in the design. Xiao Shu looks long and straight when she wears it. She looks handsomer than the chief model. How ugly is it? Since your father and you are so orthodox, why don't you wear a long gown? The Qing Dynasty has already died. Wake up, old antiques! So, if you are not satisfied, I won't call you your name in the future, and will you call Brother Qijie directly? Otherwise, you call you Prince? You are so shameless!"

Xiao Jiashu had no expression on his face, but silently gave his mother a thumbs up in his heart. He said that he was very handsome in these jeans and there was no problem at all.

Xiao's father was so angry that he covered his chest, "You are so arrogant in front of me. Why didn't you see the word you refute dad just now? Am I not for Xiaoshu? Dad likes people who are well-behaved, so Xiaoshu can't be considerate and considerate to him, so that he can feel more comfortable?"

"Like rules? Don't make fun of Xiao Qijie! He is just disliked by Xiao Shu! No matter what the little tree wears, says, or does, he can pick out countless shortcomings. Xiao Shu is just wearing a pair of ripped jeans, revealing his kneecap. One of your two good nieces has exposed most of your breasts, and the other can't even cover the edge of your pants. Why don't you see the old man say anything? They are fashionable and trendy. Xiao Shu has turned into rags and is not bullying like this!"

"Have you said enough? I found that you like to mess around more and more..."

"Not enough! I'm going to have a good fight with you today. Your family is too much..."

My parents started arguing with each other, which made Xiao Jiashu a headache. After he persuaded him for a while, no one listened, so he had to stop the driver and got out of the car. Xiao Dingbang's car fell behind, slowed down when passing by him, but did not stop, and eventually he slowly left.

Xiao Jiashu stood there for a few minutes, not sure whether it was a little more relaxed or a little lonely. He thought that he would get the recognition of his father and grandfather by his father, but in fact he didn't. He thought that he would get the recognition of his honor and return home, but in fact he didn't. As his mother said, no matter what he said or did, it was useless, and some people would never be able to please him.

So what else can I insist on? Xiao Jiashu felt both aggrieved and resentful. After walking aimlessly for a while, he saw a styling studio, and his eyes rolled and he pierced in.

"Dye hair, gray grandma, green onion, yellow shit, dye me whatever non-mainstream." He thought about it and added, "By the way, tattoo me again and pierce my ears."

Green onion, yellow shit? Are you sure you are not here to smash our signature? The stylist complained secretly in his heart, but agreed with a smile on his face. If it is not mainstream, it is not mainstream, but it must not be ugly! For the sake of his signature, the stylist looked at the young man carefully for a few seconds and then blushed. This customer is also a little too beautiful, right? It is not the popular beauty of the flower, nor is it a tough guy, but the handsomeness of the two. The facial features are both delicate and cool, and they look very aggressive. The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and red, and the pair of peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, which is simply captivating!

With this beautiful face, it won’t be ugly even if you dye the rainbow color! The stylist said with confidence, “Then I’ll help you with gradient color. The roots are black and slowly turn gray. Your hair is very good, very smooth, and long enough. When you lift your hair up, you can see the color over and change. It’s very beautiful.” While saying that, you take out the iPad for customers to see the effect.

Xiao Jiashu stared at the video for a while and made a decision, "It's just this color." It's fashionable and dazzling, and the important thing is that my father will definitely not accept it.

The stylist seemed very happy and hummed a song happily when debugging the dye. He liked all beautiful things and preferred to make them more beautiful with his own hands.

Four hours later, Xiao Jiashu, who was completely refreshed, walked out of the styling studio, with a gradient color on his head, an obsidian on his ears, but no tattoo on his body. He was afraid of pain, so the stylist was afraid as soon as he took out the tool, and he couldn't wait to swipe the card to pay the bill, and ran away in a panic. When he got home, Xue Miao was applying a facial mask. Seeing his son's new look, the mask paper fell to the ground with a slight sound.

"Where is Dad?" Xiao Jiashu was very calm, but many cold sweats appeared in his palm. He has been obedient since he was a child, and it was the first time he had done rebellious things.

"Why did you make it like this?" Xue Miao asked in disbelief.

"If you like it, do it." Xiao Jiashu pulled his hair away and asked his mother to take a good look at his cool hair color, and said with a relaxed look, "Don't it look good?"

"It looks good, it's good, it's a bit painful." Xue Miao had no choice but to hold his forehead.
Chapter completed!