"Xia Yuan, what do you think of my hair?"

Ying Sitong sat on the chair, and before the broadcast started, she raised her hair with her hands.

Xia Yuan was slightly stunned.

Because when Ying Sitong put her hair together, she could clearly see her exposed white neck.

The side face of the beautiful young woman with a blood race is perfect, her head is full and three-dimensional, and her face is clear. Against the backdrop of her neck, the color of her lips is bright and red, making people unable to help but want to go up and kiss her.

Xia Yuan swallowed silently, not daring to look at her, but just said irrelevantly:

"You are not a good-looking anchor. You are a competitive person who doesn't show your face. Why do you care about whether your hair looks good?"

Ying Sitong's eyes trembled, and she had the heart to beat him to death.

This man who doesn't understand the charm.

"So, it doesn't matter if I'm a bald man?"

Xia Yuan hesitated for a moment, but did not refute her. He automatically made up Ying Sitong's bald head in his brain.

Although bald heads are the highest standard for testing their appearance, he still can't imagine what kind of picture it is.

After two seconds of thinking, Xia Yuanqing couldn't help but shivered.

"Forget it, let's not bald."

"Hmph, I think you just want to see my bald head." Ying Sitong pouted her little mouth, probably Xia Yuan had already automatically figured out her bald head image in her brain.

However, she didn't have much expectations for Xia Yuan, and this guy didn't understand aesthetics very much.

"Although I wear a mask, this thing still can't cover my beauty in the prosperous era." Ying Sitong curled her hair back and forth.

Xia Yuan glanced back and said, "I don't know whether it is prosperous or not, but the beauty is still beautiful."

"Hmph, this is almost the same."

Ying Sitong was quite satisfied with his answer and was much happier.

But Xia Yuan immediately added a sentence-

"I'm talking about your filter."

"Xia Yuan, do you want to be... um..."

Before Ying Sitong could finish her words, she was blocked by Xia Yuan.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xia Yuan laughed presumptuously, thinking that this guy was really cute.

"You know how to bully me, and if you get angry with me, you'll be happy, right?" Ying Sitong was very dissatisfied with him.

"You don't understand." Xia Yuan said with a smile, "I'm afraid that once I admit it, you will float. Someone must pull you back a little so that the kite can fly higher and farther."

"I don't believe it, you bad silver."

"Then I'll tell the truth."

Xia Yuan said helplessly.

Ying Sitong's heart immediately became nervous and looked at him motionlessly.

Xia Yuan pinched her chin, "You have to see through my little strong, stupid guy."

"ha?"

"Oh, there's no help, this straight iron girl."

Xia Yuan shook his head and prepared to leave the bedroom.

Yes, you have to see through my little strong. Although I didn’t praise you for being nice, my eyes and body movements should be very honest.

Moreover, if you know that I love you so deeply, won’t you lose face in the future?

Wouldn't you want to wipe as much blood as you want?

"What the hell?"

Ying Sitong was still confused.

Seeing Xia Yuan leaving the bedroom and freeing up space for her for live broadcast, Ying Sitong quickly grabbed him.

"Hey, don't leave now."

"what?"

Xia Yuan turned around in confusion.

Ying Sitong took out a pair of scissors from the drawer and handed it to Xia Yuan. This behavior made him even more frightened.

"What are you doing?"

The scissors in the hand looked shiny and very sharp.

"Aren't we going to take wedding photos in a few days?" Ying Sitong tweaked the long hair in her ear with her hands, and looked at him with her innocent big watery eyes, "Do you think I look good in long hair or short hair?"

"I think..."

Xia Yuan looked around her, and Ying Sitong cooperated to put her hair together and let him see it carefully.

After watching for a while, Xia Yuan's expression became particularly hesitant.

Ying Sitong now has medium-length straight hair, slanted bangs, and luoli reveals the temperament of a lady. Her super high appearance makes people ignore the impact of her hair and become sweet and salty.

"Your hair is pretty good now," said Xia Yuan.

Ying Sitong was not particularly satisfied with his answer, so she held her long hair with both hands and said, "Come on, give me a scissors and let's take a look."

Xia Yuan looked at her in horror, "Will I cut it? What if the cut is broken?"

"Oh, that's right, I'll do it."

Ying Sitong took the scissors from his hand and cut her hair short in just a few seconds.

Xia Yuan looked at her in amazement.

I wonder if this guy is a little overwhelmed?

I don’t know how long it will take to grow back after this black and shiny hair. Can I take wedding photos?

"How about it?"

Ying Sitong blinked her big eyes.

"You first ignore that I am rough behind me, and then what about the face?"

She used her hand to pluck the short hair in her ear.

"Good-looking, short hair looks good, and it makes you feel bright."

Xia Yuan sighed, what else can I say? I have cut it all, and I can only say that your short hair looks good, otherwise how can you take this wedding photo?

However, Ying Sitong's short hair is indeed pretty, and she looks youthful and lively, which matches her very well.

This may be that as long as you have a good appearance, you can easily control any hairstyle.

"Hmph. I don't believe it. Why should I sigh if it looks good?" Ying Sitong wrinkled her little nose.

"this……"

Xia Yuan thought to himself that I sighed not because it was not good-looking, but just felt that there was no turning back when I opened the bow.

He was about to speak when an unusually strange scene happened in the room—

Ying Sitong's eyes were slightly open, and there was a slight red light in her eyes. At the same time, the hair behind her was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It has grown to the point where it reaches its waist in less than half a minute.

The scene in front of me is really breathtaking.

Fortunately, Xia Yuan was also a person who had seen the world, otherwise he would have been scared to faint and thought it was Sadako who came.

"What is this, a new skill?"

Xia Yuan stretched out his hand and touched her long hair, and found that it was the same as it was.

No.

It was really true.

"Yes." Ying Sitong nodded, "But she can only control her growth and cannot make it shorter and styling. Otherwise, she can save money on hair salons."

How stingy are you?

Xia Yuan rolled his eyes wide in his heart.

"Don't donate your hair to others."

Xia Yuan tsk his lips and suddenly found another channel to make a fortune.

"Yes, I think someone specializes in collecting girls' hair, especially those with long hair and good quality. You can start a wholesale business. If you sell them one hundred or eighty pieces a day, wouldn't we be happy?"

Ying Sitong rolled his eyes twice and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
To be continued...