Chapter 2931： appointment? (4)

"Ah ..." Han Qiqing sighed sadly.

Why did she forget it?

You should wash your hair in your pajamas first, and then change your clothes.

Han Qiqing was a little depressed and inexplicably upset.

She sat on the bed, moping her hair with a towel, and hesitated to dry her hair before changing clothes, or to change to clean clothes before blowing her hair.

It seems like I should blow my hair first, right?

Normal inferences suddenly failed at this point.

I don't know what's disturbed in my heart, like a cat messing up the wool, can't find his head, and can't tell the irritability.

This irritability has been lingering on her like an unjust ghost these days.

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Han Qiqing didn't hear the knock on the door.

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The second time knocking on the door, Han Qiqing, who was scrubbing her hair, still didn't hear it.

There was no third time, because someone outside entered the door.

The people who came in saw her frowning eyes at a glance.

Han Qiqing wiped her hair off the towel.

She was startled, and when she looked up, she bumped into a pair of deep cold eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Han Qiqing responded slowly for a while, "No, nothing ..."

The towel was over her head again.

Feeling his gentle wiping power, she was slightly out of control.

He asked, "Where is the hair dryer?"

Han Qiqing raised his eyes and blinked before saying, "In the drawer ..."

Pointed to the drawer of the nightstand.

He bent over to get it. After plugging the hair dryer into his hair, his long fingers penetrated her smooth green silk.

The sound of the whistle of the hair dryer is a little hypnotic.

Han Qiqing sat cross-legged on the bed, a little embarrassed, but didn't speak to stop him.

At this time the phone rang, she didn't return to her mind, and her mind was on the finger above her head.

Suddenly, the hot air above his head stopped, and his voice came, saying, "The phone rang."

The phone was thrown in front of her.

Han Qiqing lowered his eyes and saw Song Shijun's name on the caller ID.

She quickly picked up her phone and connected the call.

"Why? I'm blowing my hair."

It was actually blown hair.

Song Shijun had a slightly noisy voice, as if outside, asking her, "Are you alright? I'm almost at your house."

Han Qiqing wondered, "I'm not alright yet, what are you doing so soon?"

Song Shijun said, "Anyway staying at home is also staying, you hurry up."

"I know, I know." Han Qiqing hung up the phone after speaking, a pair of dark eyes raised, looked sideways to the brother behind him, and his cute eyes seemed to let him continue.

The corner of his mouth lowered slightly, as if laughing.

The hair dryer sounded again, the warm wind returned to her head, and his long fingertips swung.

Han Qiqing closed her eyes happily.

Someone feels really good about the pain. The irritability that lingered before seems to be blown away by the hair dryer at this moment.

Her eyes rolled, and she couldn't help thinking of the meal a few days ago, and opened her mouth to ask what she wanted to say.

Suddenly, she sat up straight and asked another sentence, "Brother ... uh, didn't you go to the company today?"

He replied softly, "Today weekend."

Han Qiqing said with a smile, "I'll wait to see the movie with Shi Jun. The new American blockbuster, brother, do you like to watch American blockbusters? Would you like to watch them together?"

At this time, the hair dryer above his head stopped.

"Dating?" He asked, and the ending seemed to be slightly higher.