After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

Chapter 54 You Promised Me

Day two.

The early morning autumn light shines into the restaurant, making it neither noisy nor noisy.

After a noisy night, the host and hostess were too drunk to wake up quickly and were not in a hurry to serve breakfast.

The servants tidied the room in an orderly manner.

But An Ran's arrival broke the calmness in the restaurant.

"Miss, why did your hair become like this?"

The servant looked at the little master with his eyes open and his short hair like a dog nibbling.

"Cut it off." An Ran was wearing sportswear.

She had just come back from running outside, her blood was rising and her face was pink.

"Did you cut it yourself?"

"Correct."

"This..." The aunt who was cleaning the house was very excited, "Does Madam know you cut your hair?"

"She doesn't know." An Ran sat down at the dining table, "My dad knows."

"Dr. An knows." Auntie felt a little relieved, but she still couldn't take her eyes away from An Ran's head, "Where did you get your hair cut?"

Why is it cut like this?
So ugly.

An Ran knew clearly what the other person had not said through the pityful look on his face.

Last night in front of the bathroom mirror, when she wielded the scissors to her hair, she was thinking about Princess Hepburn's style after cutting off her long hair in "Roman Holiday".

She thought that with her 16-year-old temperament and her hair cut like in the movie, even if she wasn't as good as a real princess, she wouldn't be that ugly.

Unexpectedly, she still overestimated her hands-on ability.

After she grabbed her hair and started cutting it, one strand after another, the direction of her hairstyle was completely up to her.

In short, after the haircut, her hairstyle was completely different from what she imagined in her brain.

"No."

An Ran didn't care if the other person said her hair was ugly. She was just embarrassed to tell the other person that she cut her hair herself, for fear of scaring the already cautious maid.

I could only say vaguely, "I just find it inconvenient to wash my long hair, so I cut it."

As expected, the aunt didn't dare to guess that she had cut it herself, but she still couldn't help muttering in a low voice:

"Your hair was so good before, black, shiny, and straight. It would be a pity to cut it."

"Being fashionable doesn't necessarily mean you look good. Girls still look good with braids."

Although she lowered her voice deliberately, she also meant to tell An Ran specifically.

She sat at the dining table and listened, not far away, but also picked up the "Daily Economic News" that was placed on the seat aside to read.

The other party kept mumbling for a while, but seeing An Ran didn't respond, he changed the subject and asked, "Miss, do you need to serve food?"

"Yes." An Ran nodded.

"Okay." The servant turned around and went to the kitchen.

As soon as An Jing walked into the restaurant, what he saw was An Ran, with short hair like a dog nibbling on his head, eating breakfast seriously.

There was also a newspaper in her hand.

"Why did your hair become like this?" An Jing was still yawning, but his drowsiness disappeared instantly, leaving a look of astonishment on his face.

"What kind?" An Ran put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at An Jing, who looked like he had seen a ghost.

"It's a mess, and the shape has become irregular." An Jing's tone was bad, "You went back last night and cut it yourself?"

"Otherwise?" An Ran said nonchalantly, "Is there anyone else who can come and serve you in the middle of the night?" "What's wrong with you?" An Jing sat down next to An Ran and stared at her with a look of incomprehension on his face. .

An Ran glanced at him and stood up, "I'm done eating, you eat slowly."

"What can we eat?" An Jing was angry and anxious, "Sit down and tell me why you want to cut your hair like this?"

An Ran said in the usual tone, "It's inconvenient to wash your hair, so just cut it. An Jing, why are you making such a fuss?!"

"Am I making such a fuss?" An Jing lowered his voice and leaned close to An Ran and said, "When mom gets up later and sees you like this, she will beat you to death! Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid."

"why?"

"Because I cut my hair with my father's permission."

"..."

When the servant on the side heard the conversation between the brother and sister, he realized that An Ran's messy short hair was cut by himself, and he couldn't help but sweat for her.

Her worry reached its peak when she looked up and saw Mrs. An coming down the stairs wearing a silk dressing gown.

"Morning, ma'am."

"Bring me a bowl of hangover soup, sir."

Mrs. An ordered her casually.

An Jing turned around in surprise, "Mom, why did you get up so early today?"

"There was something going on at your dad's company, and I was woken up by someone's phone call."

Mrs. An walked closer and closer, and behind her, her father, who had already put on his shirt and trousers, followed.

An Jing was afraid that Mrs. An would see An Ran's hair, so he blocked An Ran's face while talking to them, "Dad, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

An Ran looked at An Jing who was close at hand, and found that An Jing had also taken care of her silently in his own way.

"I have a terrible headache." An Tu raised his hand and knocked on his head, looking like he hadn't sobered up yet. "Who told you to drink so much last night?"

Mrs. An glanced at her husband dissatisfied, "I told you a long time ago. Drink less and drink less at home. It's better for you. Everything I said fell on deaf ears."

"Honey, I was very happy last night. Director Zhang and Director Li brought so many friends to support me. Can I not keep you company?"

"Come on, why haven't I seen them drunk?" After Mrs. An scolded An Tu, she angrily sat down at the dining table and asked the helper, "What are you eating this morning?"

"The kitchen has prepared soup for you and your husband." The maid looked away from An Ran and replied respectfully.

"Okay, two bowls here." After Mrs. An communicated with the servants, her eyes finally turned to An Jing and An Ran at the dining table, "What are you standing there for?"

"An Ran has finished eating. Are you going to the Imperial Academy for classes this morning?"

"Yes, Mom." An Ran replied.

"Okay, then you can go."

The whole restaurant suddenly fell silent for a moment, and An Jing and the helper felt anxious. They didn't dare to face the next scene.

Mrs. An didn't sleep well and couldn't notice their expressions at the first time, but when An Ran stood up, she still saw her messy hair with no hairstyle at all.

"An Ran!" she screamed, "What happened to your hair?"

"Cut it off." An Ran looked at Mrs. An with a calm expression.

"Who asked you to cut it?!" Mrs. An was going crazy.

"My Father."

"Antu!" Mrs. An aimed her fiery eyes at Antu, "Are you crazy? Let her cut her hair like this!".

An Tu was so frightened that he was mostly drunk, "I didn't, I didn't ask An Ran to cut her hair like this."

"Dad, people have to keep their word." An Ran looked at An Tu with a cold and pretty face, looking cold and aggrieved, "You promised me very seriously yesterday." 1314
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