Chapter 5 You Are My Wife

Fu Chen Shang did not respond, "Arrange for a female stylist to come over"

Mr. Fu, what brings you here today..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was taken aback to see Song Anjiu following behind him, his mouth agape in astonishment as if it could fit an egg. However, his good professional demeanor quickly brought him back to his senses, and he asked, "Who is this?"

Then dye it black

Wife? She still has no real feelings! At that time, it was just an impulsive act out of anger, never considering anything else

Soon, a woman approached and said, "Hello, I am Tina! May I ask if Mr. Fu has any instructions for the student?"

Students should embody the characteristics of students

In the next moment, the air fell silent, and Song Anjiu's lips were sealed by another.

Seeing him appraise his own hair, Song Anjiu hurriedly said, "I just got my hair cut, no need for a trim."

Open the car door and place her in the passenger seat

If you find it unpleasant, you don't have to look! Who compelled you to look!

The stylist was so shocked that she fell silent; she had never seen anyone dare to speak to Fu Chen like that! This person, dressed in full rural heavy metal style, with a Shamate look, is certainly not mainstream. Who is this woman with such an exaggerated hairstyle, styled with washing, blowing, and cutting?

Anjiu! Fu Chen frowned.

Please wait

Subsequently, Fu Chenshang took her to the most upscale restaurant in City A without any reservations. If it weren't for Fu Chenshang's face, which resembled a pass, she would have been thrown out a hundred times just standing at the entrance in her glamorous attire

He asks nothing, not even why she did not explain at the beginning, as if he has long seen through her and understands everything.

Casually... I apologize for causing you trouble so soon after we just met. Thank you for your help.

He bit her lips fiercely, then applied some force to warningly grip her chin, looking at the small face obscured by heavy makeup. "Who do you say I am? Song Anjiu, it seems you have yet to recognize your own identity"

Ah! All the peeping stylists have had their fragile hearts shattered all over the place

Please go in

Indeed, he is no different from others! Song Anjiu immediately entered a state of heightened alertness

There is no need to thank me, you are my wife

Tina and the book are in a dilemma, "It cannot be washed away, it can only be dyed"

"I don't want to!" Song Anjiu immediately refused, but was held in place by a pair of large hands gripping his shoulders.

After finishing their meal, Fu Chenshang took her to a styling salon

Are you hungry? What do you want to eat

"Can this color be washed off?" Fu Chenshang inquired. He placed his palm on Song Anjiu's hair and seemed to rub it a couple of times in dissatisfaction

Could that oddly colored cheap lipstick be toxic? When did Fu Chen Shang's taste become so heavy? It's too much! How could anyone even kiss this face? Worship! How can this group of people in the fashion industry continue to survive?

Still being led inside, having just received a significant favor from him, Song Anjiu found it difficult to refuse and could only follow him in, uncertain of his intentions

He never expected him to respond like that, and Song Anjiu's heart suddenly skipped a beat

As soon as I entered, a familiar stylist came up to greet me

It is unnecessary for you to concern yourself with how I appear

Song Anjiu! Each word is pronounced with emphasis, indicating the owner's intense dissatisfaction at this moment

She became increasingly agitated, "Who do you think you are! What right do you have to point fingers at me! You ... ... "