Both the Kills and You Are Mine

In the car, Mu Wanwan was playing with his mobile phone, and the whole person leaned towards the driver's seat slightly: "What kind of hair do you say that sponsoring dad will let me make me, won't I dye it in an inexplicable color like Shark? Why is it just me? You don’t have to do it if you want to go to the barbershop..."

"Will not."

Pei Lu really didn't want to say that the people over there originally wanted to bleach him. Of course, he refused without even thinking about it. Before he refused, he asked more specifically to make sure that the other party would not let Mu Wanwan blindly dye his hair, so he let it go. Minded.

When the car stopped near the barbershop, Mu Wanwan looked at the geographical situation and stretched out his hand to unfasten the seat belt: "The front is a one-way street. It is not easy to turn around after you pass. I'll be fine here."

As a result, while speaking, Pei Lu had already drove onto the one-way street: "It's okay."

Finally got out of the car at the entrance of the store, Mu Wanwan clutching the shoulder strap of the backpack: "Then I will go, if I don't return to the base tonight, don't need to find me, but the new haircut is too ugly and go out and find a place to hide for a few days."

Pei Lu smiled: "It won't be ugly, you are so good-looking."

"..."

Mu Wanwan's heart beat faster and slammed the car door subconsciously.

It wasn't until Pei Lu's car drove off that she began to regret it—ahhhhhh! What did she do! Why smash the door! !

No, it's obviously that he doesn't play cards according to the routine, how can he praise people so straightforwardly... ah.

She went into the barber shop with a look of lovelessness.

The barber had been waiting for her for a long time, and he recognized people as soon as he saw someone. He rushed to her with a whole set of hairdressing equipment hanging around her waist: "Is it Wan God?"

Mu Wan nodded later, and took a glance at the other famous brand on the man's body.

Fortunately, this teacher is not Tony.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, come on, let's go to the second floor to do it," the barber lowered his voice, "the second floor is our VIP area."

The decoration on the second floor is indeed much better than that on the first floor. There are few people. She sat on a chair with a ready mentality: "How long does it take to make hair?"

She hurried back to train.

"Soon, I will do care for you, then cut the split ends of the hair, and then fix it as a whole," the hairdresser helped her comb her hair, suddenly as if she had found something, she said in surprise, "Your hair volume Quite a lot. I have also cut hair for other people in your team. Except for Lu God, several hair loss are very serious. So staying up late at the computer every day is not good for your health..."

Mu Wanwan responded casually with a smile, and then took out his mobile phone, originally planning to send Pei Lu a message, but thought that the other party might be driving, so he had to give up, turned around and opened the video software, ready to watch the next game playback of the competing team.

She looked seriously, but the people behind her kept talking about what she was talking about. She didn't listen at all. She just responded with um, ah, ah, until the phone screen popped out of Pei Lu's text message, and she took it back.

Pei Lu: "Have you cut it?"

Only then did Mu Wanwan raise his head.

...? ? ?

She held her shoulder-sized hair ends, her voice stiff: "Well... where is my hair?"

The barber pointed his chin to the ground: "Here."

"..."

"I just kept talking, didn't you listen?" The barber blinked, "The request over there is a bit more clean, too long and too elegant, not domineering enough, so I'll cut it short for you."

He flicked a few of her air bangs, packed the ticket and said, "Don't worry, I will fix the bangs in a while, and you will be cuter than before."

Although she was not too obsessed with her hair, she had cut too much at once, and it was unavoidable to feel distressed. Mu Wan narrowed her mouth late and typed a few words to reply.

Late: "TS is about to lose an excellent ADC."

Pei Lu: "[喵喵喵?.jpg]"

Pei Lu: "Don't talk nonsense."

Late: "My hair is shaved!"

Pei Lu: "Wait, let me see."

Mu Wanwan thought that the other party wanted her to send photos. She turned on the camera, adjusted it to the front, and was about to take a photo of the end of her hair. Suddenly a pair of long legs walked into her lens.

Pei Lu didn't know when to stand behind them. He met the person in the mirror, and his tone was serious: "It's not short, it's beautiful."

"God Lu?" The barber was taken aback, and quickly reacted, "Why are you here too? It doesn't say you want to do hair."

Mu Wanwan was also startled: "Did you not return to the base?"

"No, wait for you to go back together," Pei Lu sat aside.

Mu Wanwan: "...Where did you go just now?"

"Parking, parking spaces here are a bit hard to find."

"Yes, the road in front has been changed to a one-way street for no apparent reason. As a result, I can only ride my little electric donkey when I go to work," the barber stared at Pei Lu for a while, "God Lu, since they are all here, just May I have someone trim it for you? Look at the small hairs around your hair, it looks messy, how do you attract female fans like this?"

Pei Lu originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard the last sentence, he paused and asked the person next to him: "Is it messy?"

Mu Wanwan raised his eyes and looked at it. When they came, Pei Lu opened the window a little, and even the neat hair was blown out at this time: "...a little bit."

Pei Lu made a decisive decision: "Then cut it."

Twenty minutes later, Mu Wanwan was a little heartbroken.

The hair stylist who cut Pei Lu's hair had a lot of ideas. This cut and repaired, and he directly repaired a shape. The broken hair on his forehead was cut out an arc, and a small half of his forehead was exposed in the middle. His gray trench coat, the whole person looks...very handsome.

The girls who are so handsome are looking for him to change WeChat.

Mu Wanwan's face was stern, enduring the irritability in his heart, and let the hair stylist do the final trim for her.

"Okay! Look, I didn't lie to you, this hairstyle really suits you," the barber bent over, and put his hands on both sides of her hair. "I just wanted to say it, the black one was long and straight before. How can the styling match your eloquence in the live broadcast room."

eloquence? ?

Mu Wanwan said seriously: "You may have any misunderstandings about me, I am a technical anchor."

After she had cut her hair, the crowd on Pei Road had also dispersed.

She got up, patted the broken hair on her body, put on her coat and went downstairs. She was about to go to checkout. She was told that these were all reimbursements by the sponsor's father.

When going out, the hair stylist stopped her: "God Wan, let's change to WeChat? In the future, if you or your friends want to do hair, just contact me and give you a discount."

Hearing the discount, Mu Wanwan immediately changed WeChat with the other party without even thinking about it.

"...Are you okay?" Pei Lu stood beside them, seeing what the barber wanted to say, and urging him first, "Let's go, and go back to training."

The two left the barber shop together, and the rate of turning heads on the road increased significantly.

"The car parked a bit far away, you are waiting for me here, I will drive." Pei Lu said and was about to leave.

"No," Mu Wanwan hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Go together, here is a one-way street, do you have to make a big circle to pick me up?"

Pei Lu said, "It's really far, in the parking lot behind this street."

"It just happened to be fat recently, so I can walk to lose weight."

"...I'm really not fat." Pei Lu had to let her follow.

She said she was losing weight, but as a result she just passed a milk tea shop, Mu Wanwan couldn't help it.

She grabbed the corner of Pei Lu's clothes again: "Little Road God, do you want to drink milk tea?"

Is she addicted to scratching the corner of her clothes?

Pei Lu smiled and cooperated with her: "Yes."

After buying milk tea, the two of them walked and passed a snack street.

…They stopped in this street for half an hour, and when they came out, they brought Xiaoroubao a lot of takeout.

As soon as she got in the car, she received a WeChat from the hair stylist.

“It’s best to take care of it once every three months. It’s good for hair quality. Hair is a woman’s second face. It needs to be well maintained.”

XX is the second face of a woman, and she is tired of seeing this sentence pattern.

Late: "It depends on the situation, it may not be free."

"Before you come to the store, remember to inform me in advance. I will give you the time."

There were continuous WeChat voices here, Pei Lu started the car, still couldn't help asking: "Is that the barber just now?"

"Hmm, yes."

Pei Lu didn't rush to step on the gas pedal, his lips opened and he closed, staring at her for a long time.

Mu Wanwan noticed the line of sight, and turned his head to look at him, a thought came out, and he asked, "Jealous?"

Pei Lu was heartbroken and nodded earnestly: "...Hmm."

"But you just added a lot of girls' WeChat accounts."

"No, I don't have one," Pei Lu hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and switched accounts, "I...I added them with a trumpet, and I basically don't use this trumpet..."

Mu Wanwan glanced at him and was startled.

There is too much news on this trumpet, right? ?

"When I first joined TS, many fans asked me for WeChat. I was embarrassed not to give it, so they were all added to this account." Pei Lu explained clearly, "If you don't believe it, you can look it up."

Mu Wanwan didn't click on the news, just swiped up and down to take a look.

There are still news from 2015, all of which are unread, and none of them have been clicked.

Mu Wanwan endured the depression all the way and then disappeared, even the milk tea in his hand felt a lot sweeter.

She returned the phone and looked at the people next to her without blinking. She didn't know what she was thinking, and said for a long time: "...Then you are pretty good."

"Well, because Brother Yang told us not to get too close to the fans, saying that there will be bad rumors." Pei Lu took the phone and threw it into the storage box in the middle of the car.

In fact, Brother Yang was annoyed by Chen He's affairs, so he mentioned it smoothly. The main reason is that Pei Lu himself is not very good at dealing with the enthusiasm of fans. Once they went to a small game before, he was forced to hold his arm by the fan, and he couldn't let the opponent let go for a long time.

Mu Wanwan asked: "Oh. Can't you fall in love with fans? I think there are members of other teams who are in love with fans."

"It's okay to be in a serious relationship... I just want to talk nonsense."

"Can you fall in love between the team members and the team members?"

Pei Lu was dumbfounded for a while: "I don't know."

They are all male players. How can the rules of this aspect be discussed among the teams?

"Oh...Xiaolu Shen," Mu Wanwan leaned on the window and called to him with a smile. The broken hair fell on her shoulders, so she looked like a little fairy, "Then we have a relationship?"

Pei Lu was stunned.

After a while, he said, "...Have you considered it?"

"Think about it." Mu Wanwan moved the two strands of broken hair in front of her forehead, looked out the window, trying to hide her nervousness, "Can you?"

She has almost adjusted her mentality, so she has no worries.

No one thought of getting a response for a long time.

She turned her head in doubt and saw Pei Luzheng flushed with a serious and serious expression.

"...Thank you for considering me," he finally said, as if taking an oath, "I have no experience, but I will be nice to you! I will definitely not make you regret..."

Mu looked at him late, and finally couldn't help but laughed out loud.

She listened to the sound of her heartbeat falling all over her body like a torrential rain, and nodded: "Are you okay, otherwise we call a driver..."

Pei Lu just wants to be alone with her now, what is it called a car on behalf of: "No! I can drive!"

There was a heart-piercing love song on the car, and it happened to sing the saddest part, Mu Wanwan sounded sweet in my heart.

The car stopped at the red light.

The people around suddenly spoke: "That..."

Mu Wanwan: "Huh?"

With a big hand stretched out in the middle, Pei Lu asked her in a negotiating tone: "Can I... hold a hand with you?"

"..."

"Don't worry, I just ask, it doesn't matter if you don't hold it."

"…Fool."

Mu Wanwan said as he stretched out his hand.