The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

Last night, she thought of a frog that had been scalded, jumped up from Ge Zijie's body in an extremely ugly and funny posture, and hid in her room without saying a word to him. She didn't know how to open the door now Face to face with her, can he face it naturally.

"Open the door, don't make me say it a third time." Ge Zijie's voice sank, and he stared piercingly at the closed door. s eyes.

"Director..."

Ge Zijie looked down at her, the anger just now dissipated, and a sense of helplessness rose from his chest, "Come out."

This time the tone was much calmer, which also made An Jing less nervous. To be honest, she didn't dare to see Ge Zijie not because she was afraid, but because she was worried that she couldn't help but think of those absurd things when she saw this face, and Baidu came. Those inexplicable popular science...will blush.

She can bear emotions such as fear, sadness and excitement, but only blushing, no matter how much she pretends to be expressionless, she can't stop it.

"I'll be fine soon."

"Then I'll stand here and wait for you." Ge Zijie didn't back down.

An Jing resentfully let go of the doorknob, "Please come in."

AXSY is going to shoot a debut promotional poster, and now she has to do styling. Considering that An Jing's hair takes a long time, she has to go to the beauty room before her teammates in the early morning.

At the thought of dyeing her hair into the light color in Ge Zijie's painting, An Jing seemed to have anticipated the pain of pricking her scalp.

Fearing that Ge Zijie would wait for a long time, An Jing went into the bathroom to wash up quickly. The brushing water rushed to her ears, bringing a burst of refreshment. Halfway through the wash, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the water drops from her eyelashes fell onto the sink inside.

"cell phone--"

It was the first time in her life that she reacted so quickly. An Jing grabbed the door frame and rushed back to the bedroom, but she was still a step behind.

"Director..."

An Jing threw the mobile phone on the table just now, the screen is still on, and the shameful science is displayed with a big thorn on it.

And Ge Zijie was standing by the side with a serious face, as if he was seriously understanding the content above.

I saw it... I must have seen it...

An Jing bit her lip and swallowed with difficulty, "I..."

"Okay?" Ge Zijie turned to look at her with the same expression on his face, as if the words he saw just now were just boring numbers on the financial newspaper.

An Jing stirred with her fingers behind her, and the water dripped down her cheeks and onto the floor. She quickly wiped it with her sleeve, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Don't forget your phone." Ge Zijie handed her the phone for her, and pressed the screen off button very gentlemanly.

An Jing took the heavy mobile phone with both hands in an extremely humble gesture.

"Strange website, don't look at it." Ge Zijie walked out the door first, and left such a fluffy sentence when he passed by An Jing.

"I just saw it..." An Jing squatted down on the spot, huddled herself into a ball as much as possible, and stuffed her blushing face into her knees.

This was definitely the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Chapter 31

He thought that Ge Zijie would return to work after sending himself to the beauty salon, but he didn't expect this person to sit down on the waiting sofa, taking the time to browse through the nearby magazines.

An Jing, who had just experienced such an embarrassing scene, really couldn't ignore the existence of this giant Buddha, but she didn't dare to look at her, only dared to observe her secretly from the mirror.

Ge Zijie's sleep quality has not been very good, and now she has to accompany her to do styling in the early morning, An Jing is worried that she will be too tired.

"Find a girl and be gentle." Ge Zijie told the stylist.

"Oh! Director Ge, don't you even worry about me?" The male barber in a floral shirt crossed his hands, "I am the most gentle one here, give me this little baby, you are absolutely at ease."

An Jing's eyes wandered between the two of them, and through the glasses, she saw a smear of gray and blue under Ge Zijie's eyes. She pursed her lips and was about to say something, but Ge Zijie turned her eyes in a tacit understanding at this moment. The mirrors collided and sparks sparked.

"What's the matter?" Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows at her and asked with his mouth.

An Jing looked like a bad student who just happened to be caught copying test papers, she shrugged her shoulders, shook her head quickly, and looked away.

Why does it happen to be captured every time.

According to the expected effect, An Jing's hair needs to be bleached to at least nine degrees, maybe three or four times.

The hairdresser's hands are indeed very light, but until the fourth time, Anjing felt the tingling pain in the scalp unbearable. In addition, the already fragile scalp was pulled over and over again by the hair dye comb. An Jing almost shed tears.

"It hurts?" Ge Zijie obviously noticed that An Jing's expression was not right, even though she lowered her eyelids to cover her eyes, her red nose betrayed her patience that had reached its limit.

Ge Zijie patted the barber, put on his gloves and took the dye cream in his hand, "I'll do it."

An Jing's hair has a lot of volume, and the hair that has been dyed has become a bit stiff. When using a hair dye comb to color it, it must be combed out, and it will be pulled to the scalp.

Ge Zijie looked at An Jing's scalp that was flushed red, and began to regret his decision, "If you can't bear it, use a wig."