Chapter 472

"Don't want to grow needle eyes." Jian Zheng's voice was as cold as a man without needs.

Mu qiange smiled. It was because she was particularly relieved of him that she dared to ask.

It was precisely because she believed in his character that she dared to tease him like this across a door panel.

The integrity of simplified administration is something he has never met in the circle.

Jane Zheng heard the sound of water through the door. She didn't know whether she was taking a bath or washing her hair.

He looked up at the midday sun and looked down at his skin color. It was several degrees darker than when he came.

Even so, he didn't urge her to wash faster.

Muqian pigeon is not idle when taking a bath. He asks the people outside: "do you wash? I'll help you keep the wind for a while."

"No, I'm afraid you'll peek." he doesn't trust mu qiange's "character".

Mu thousand pigeons giggled and said, "you really know me."

No, it's not her style of admiring thousands of pigeons.

"Don't you really wash?" Mu qiange felt too quiet. He was not sure if he was still at the door and asked again.

"I washed it." Jane Zheng replied solemnly.

"When?" Mu qiange asked in surprise.

Jane Zheng: "I washed it while fetching water in the back mountain."

"Aren't you afraid to be seen by the water when you take a bath?" Muqian pigeon asked again.

"No one has that hobby except you." he observed for a few days and made sure that no one went at that time.

"I said as if..." Mu qiange paused and couldn't find a suitable word to describe the kind of behavior he said.

She thinks it's normal. She likes him. She just wants to be warm and take the initiative. Is it wrong.

"Hey! I'm taking a bath inside and you're listening outside. Don't you have any impulse?" Mu qiange's curious tone was a little unconvinced.

She's so unattractive?!

Unless he can't, how can a normal man have no impulse.

It was quiet outside. I didn't answer for a long time.

Jane Zheng shook his head helplessly. He is also a normal man. He is not without impulse, but he can well restrain himself from thinking about that aspect.

When she asked, Jane felt helpless and wanted to laugh. What woman has to be happy when others want to peek at her bath?

"I'm not interested in you." Jian Zheng's answer is clear and hurtful.

But who is mu qiange? How can such words quench her enthusiasm? "Don't think I'll give up you if you say so. I'm interested in you."

She doesn't care whether he is interested in himself or not. If she is interested in him, she won't give up. Sooner or later, she will make him interested in himself and can't live without him.

However, what she couldn't see was that the man leaning against the door outside showed a thoughtful smile on his tight and serious face.

She finally finished washing and opened the door. The man leaning on the door couldn't help dodging and almost didn't sit down.

The hot sun above the head suddenly reminds mu qiange that it is noon. There is a great temperature difference between day and night. It is hot during the day and cold at night.

"You won't find something to shade." Mu thousand pigeons complained, but they were sorry.

"The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and you are not afraid of the sun." Jian Zheng's words can always choke to death, and they are always so concise.

"Come in, you pour water and I'll wash the dishes." Mu qiange turned back to the brick house.

Due to the hot weather during the day, the Muqian pigeon who has just taken a bath wears less. He only wears a sling. When he bends down to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, he always seems to be looming.

Jane Zheng grabbed a thin gown next to her and threw it: "put it on."

Don't you know how good your body is?!

Mu qiange smiled very proud, looked at him and said, "aren't you not interested in me?"

"I'm afraid that the children will see it for a while and it will have a bad impact." Jane Zheng is very serious, like an old stereotype.

"Install." although her mouth disdained, she put on her clothes obediently and sighed: "it's so hot. I miss the days with air conditioning."

"I can't stand it for only a week." in fact, Jian Zheng is also wondering how long she can stay here.

After all, even if she doesn't become an actress, she still has a lot of money, enough for her to live a rich life.

Mu qiange didn't answer and bowed his head to wash the dishes.

When Jane Zheng went to pour her bath water, she found that she had only used two buckets of water.

"Just use this water?" Jian Zheng's tone is not difficult to hear surprise.

He didn't believe her. He only used two buckets of water to wash her hair and take a bath. He was afraid that six buckets of water would not be enough for her.

After all, her hair is so long. After all, she is used to taking a shower and never considers how much water to use.

Compared with his surprise, mu qiange's response was very flat: "Oh, it's too troublesome to draw water. If you can use less, you can use less."

In fact, it's not only the trouble of fetching water here, but also the scarcity of water resources. Otherwise, how can there be no tap water.

Her change surprised Jane Zheng.

At this time, Jian Zheng suddenly realized that maybe it was not her changing, but that he had never really known the girl.

His first impression of her was that she lived a carefree life since childhood and was praised by many stars in the entertainment circle. The eldest lady of the Lu family must be spoiled.

But in fact, she is a princess without Princess disease.

Mu qiange unconsciously subverted Jane Zheng's understanding of her.

The Muqian pigeon, who packed up the dishes and chopsticks, didn't stop and looked in the cabinet again.

Jian Zheng, who poured water back, asked, "what are you looking for?"

He thought she wasn't full just now.

"Looking for scissors." Mu qiange looked again and finally found an old pair of scissors in the cabinet: "I'm going to cut my hair."

"Hair cut?!" Jane Zheng was shocked again.

He remembered that on the day he first came, he said he should cut his hair, but she said she deliberately kept long hair for a script she liked very much.

"How can I pick up the script after cutting my hair?" Jane asked.

Mu thousand pigeons shrugged their shoulders and looked indifferent: "who knows if I will be accepted by everyone when I go back. If I can't accept it, this long hair is meaningless."

"Moreover, it's troublesome to wash my hair here. There's no conditioner. My hair is knotted."

As soon as she finished, Jane said, "the most important thing is that it's boiling water."

He saw through her idea at once.

Mu qiange smiled: "Hey, you know me better and better."

"Not understanding, but..."

Mu qiange didn't want to hear the words behind, so he interrupted him: "don't talk nonsense. Come and cut my hair."

Jane Zheng with scissors didn't know where to start. She held scissors in one hand and her long hair in the other. Her expression was a little tangled: "I... won't."

"Do you have something you can't do?!" Mu qiange laughed as if he had found a new world.

Jian Zheng's face changed and was quite embarrassed. Mu qiange immediately compared the seat on his shoulder and said, "just cut it like this."