One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Although Nalan Xin'er closed her eyes and rested her mind, she was very clear-headed.

In essence, she is a fellow who likes freedom and does not want to be restrained.

Reflected in the hairstyle, she doesn't like complicated perm and fancy haircuts. She loves the blue silk which is flying freely and comfortably.

Therefore, she didn't have much interest in getting a hairstyle or something.

Lan Zhirou's messy little shreds made her look even less attractive.

Therefore, closing my eyes and resting my mind is mainly because I don't want to see the disgusting mother and daughter, who think they are all over the country, but they are really intolerable and bad for her.

But if there is such a burning smell, what's the matter?

She knew that the hair stylist was giving her a perm. Although it was a bit weird, she probably had a big wave perm, which was understandable.

But, whose hair stylist is so crappy that the temperature of the curling iron can't be mastered, and the hair is confused?

She suddenly became more concerned.

If this hair is burnt, it must be cut off. If it is cut short, it will not make a good shape.

Wouldn't the hair stylist take any advantage of the stepmother and prepare to ruin her flowing blue silk? And maybe if she misses her hand, it will burn her neck.

and many more! Hot to the neck...

As soon as she woke up, she opened a gap in her eyes slightly, and reflected in the mirror, she saw that the hair stylist looked ruthless, holding the smoking curling iron, and slowly stretched out towards the back of her neck!

The curling iron brushed a few green strands of her, and the smooth black hair was immediately burnt into coke!

If it hit her neck, wouldn't it be a **** and red blood hole? !

Don't say you can't wear beautiful dresses and shiny diamond necklaces. I'm afraid you will have to go to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately. You can't even attend the coming-of-age ceremony, right? !

Damn, Lin Meiqing, you black-hearted thing!

Hey, Big Ben, don't you remind my sister, you are a dragger!

Big Ben said bitterly: "Didn't you discover this by yourself... Besides, Ben Zhong is not a roundworm in the belly of the hair stylist. How do you know what he is going to do next? Besides, you didn't ask Ben Zhong..."

Nonsense, you big ben!

Nalan Xin'er saw that the curling iron was about to poke, and she didn’t have time to say more, so she hurriedly moved the soles of her feet—

The power cord of the curling iron just passed through the soles of her feet, and when she reached out and pulled it, the power cord was shortened a lot!

The hair stylist was nervously pinching the curling iron, preparing to burn Nalan Xin'er. Unexpectedly, when the curling iron in his hand suddenly tightened, he slid down uncontrollably, and his hand was too hot to let go. The curling iron directly rubbed the palm of his hand, and the whole thing fell off!

"what--!!!"

A scream.

The palm of the hair stylist was instantly burned!

Lin Meiqing was watching it triumphantly, but she didn't expect how the hair stylist was burned?

and many more! Not in a hurry, although the curling iron didn't hit Nalanxin'er's neck, would it still fall on Nalanxin'er's shoulder?

A triumphant smile appeared in her heart again.

But the next second, she couldn't laugh, she was completely dumbfounded, and collapsed! ——

I saw Nalan Xin'er, who had closed her eyes and meditation, swiftly bounced from her seat like lightning, almost as soon as the hot curling iron was about to fall on her shoulder, she could be avoided!

It happened that she yelled "Oh, you are hot to me" while she quietly hooked and picked her feet!

The power cord is tight, one is collected!

Immediately, the curling iron that was about to fall, jittered, bounced in midair, and actually fell to the side!

Beside, it was Lan Zhirou who was ironing the small pieces!

The sadly reminded Lan Zhirou hadn't even realized what was going on, she was hit by a curling iron!

The curling iron hit from the side, followed her arm and hit her leg... slid all the way, wherever it went, the extremely high temperature instantly burned her skin.

Turning the skin over the meat roll, a burnt smell suddenly diffused.

The blood was surging, blackened by the high temperature, dripping down.

Lan Zhirou let out a scream of heartbreaking pain and fainted directly.