Doting on his wife: Husband, beg for a kiss

Chapter 172 Suspected to be his girlfriend

There is a breakfast shop at the entrance of the community. It's meal time, and it's overcrowded. Zhuang Yiman waited in line for a while before buying breakfast.

After eating and leaving the breakfast shop, she hailed a taxi and went to the studio.

When the taxi arrived at He'an Street in 10 minutes, it stopped in front of the traffic light. Zhuang Yiman looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and noticed a hairdressing salon on the street.

She pursed her lips and stared at the hair salon for a while, then said to the taxi driver, "Master, please stop at the intersection ahead."

"Ok."

The traffic light turned green, the driver drove to the intersection and stopped the car, Zhuang Yiman paid the money, then walked back, and walked to the hair salon that he saw just now.

During the four years of her marriage with Xiao Jinxuan, she was addicted to material consumption because of her inner emptiness.

Because of this, she cares about the details of everything in her life. For four years, she has been going to the same hairdresser on a regular basis, appointing the same hairdresser to do her styling, and going there every three weeks.

Now that she's decided to make a change, those habits need to be broken, too.

After taking a deep breath, she raised the corners of her mouth and walked into the hair salon.

She cut her beautiful long hair short to shoulder length, with the tail curled inward, looking pretty and elegant.

And when she walked into the studio with her new hairstyle, all the employees in the studio showed surprised expressions on their faces.

Zhou Bowen approached him, first greeted him warmly, and then asked curiously, "Why did you always cut your hair short on a whim?"

Zhuang Yiman didn't answer, but asked instead: "Is it pretty?"

While asking questions, he did not forget to playfully wink his right eye at him, and then fired a phone call.

Zhou Bowen couldn't help laughing, and replied sincerely: "It's pretty, very pretty."

The designer Song Lei who was at the side heard the conversation between the two, and continued to praise: "The main reason is that she is beautiful, so any hairstyle looks good."

Zhuang Yiman's eyes were smiling, and there seemed to be rippling autumn waves in her clear eyes, and she said in a soft and sweet tone: "Thank you."

Song Lei then asked: "Boss, is it still the same hairdresser who did the styling for you?"

Zhuang Yiman smiled and shook her head indifferently: "No, I just passed by a hair salon and went in to have a short haircut."

As her words fell, Song Lei and Zhou Bowen looked at each other tacitly, and saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

Although the two of them haven't known Zhuang Yiman for a long time, they still get to know her a little bit after contacting during this period of time.

Like other ladies in the upper class, Zhuang Yiman is very concerned about her image. She works out regularly every week, goes to a beauty parlor, goes to a spa or massage, and goes to a hairdresser every few weeks, and almost always goes to a fixed place , even the people who serve them may be fixed.

The two of them knew the hairdresser Zhuang Yiman visited, and also knew that the hairdresser she appointed was quite famous in the hairdressing industry.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yiman would change his normal routine and go to an unfamiliar hair salon to get a new haircut.

Zhuang Yiman noticed their surprised gazes, but she didn't explain, she just smiled and said, "I'm going upstairs first."

Then he turned and went upstairs to his office.

Due to illness, Zhuang Yiman didn't have the opportunity to log in to social software to check information these two days.

After arriving at the office, she turned on the phone and logged into Weibo, only to find out that the topic that netizens from all walks of life talked about in the past two days turned out to be...Jiang Yuezhe carried a woman to the hospital in the evening, suspected to be his girlfriend.

(End of this chapter)