This scumbag is not easy

Qin Fei fled hurriedly from his aunt.

After strolling for a while, calming down for a while, feeling a little hungry, I went to eat a bit of Liangpi and drank a bottle of Master Kong green tea, which made me feel more comfortable.

After eating and drinking, I found a hair salon without a name.

Qin Fei is not acting rashly. He will observe for a while outside. There are three hair stylists, but one of them is actually cutting the hair of the guests. This is definitely not wrong.

The Oolong just now is a bit big.

Qin Fei had lingering fears now, the auntie almost ate herself.

This store has a very open door.

At first glance, it opened the door to do business.

It's definitely not the kind of place to hide dirt.

It doesn't look big but it's new. It should be newly opened, so it doesn't even have a brand.

That's it.

As soon as Qin Fei walked in, a group of people greeted him. They were beautiful, they also put on foundation, drew eyeliner, and dressed in a neutral style. The long windbreaker directly covered his knees, making him look very slender.

It fits the positioning of their hair salon decoration style.

He said politely: "Hello, handsome, do you want to cut your hair."

The voice is like a huangying, nice.

"Well, hello, I'll cut my hair, it's a formal one." Qin Fei thought it would be better to emphasize it. There was indeed a shadow on that matter just now.

"Hehe, handsome, you're so humorous, we are all very formal here, you can't do it if you don't want to be formal." After speaking, he laughed.

Hey, how can he smile so beautifully.

Qin Fei got a little goose bumps.

"Well, it's just a haircut, I don't know how much it will cost."

Qin Fei has a bad habit.

Any consumption asks how much money first, this is the thinking of the poor.

"I am a newly opened shop here. Now it’s 30 yuan for washing, cutting and blowing. If you cut it for only 12 yuan, you can become a member for 100 yuan. The member can also give you a 20% discount. It should be very affordable. You see there are not many people now. I can arrange it for you soon."

The delicate voice of the young guy is very gentle, making you sound very comfortable, but every sentence adds an'oh' to you, which is really a bit difficult.

I don't know where it is.

Taiwan Province.

"Let's wash, cut and blow." Qin Fei planned to go extravagantly today to experience the taste of others washing his hair.

To be honest, Qin Fei has never tried this kind of operation since he was a child. He used to cut it at the old man at the tree head and went to the river to wash it.

Save worry and trouble.

"Then you go and wash your hair first."

"Xiaobei, take the guests up to wash their hair." The boss brought in a young girl who was very capable, but she was actually pretty, she was thin, shriveled, and a little dark.

She should be a girl from the countryside, she is a little shy.

This Beckham is also wearing jeans and a gray shirt, and the dress is also simple and neutral. Maybe this hair salon seems to like this dress.

Xiaobei led Qin Fei to the second floor. There was not much space upstairs. There were two small shampoo beds. Xiaobei came and waited on Qin Fei to lie down, and put a few towels around Qin Fei's neck.

After Qin Fei lay down, he adjusted his posture, and then Beckham began to boil the water, test the water, and move very skillfully.

In this process, Qin Fei was indifferent, because he felt that Beckham touched his ears or neck, etc. intentionally or unintentionally.

You know, Qin Fei is a sensitive person, and both places are very sensitive.

Moreover, in a small space with only one man and one woman, it always feels a bit ambiguous.

Miss Xiaobei didn't know if she was introverted, she didn't speak, maybe she was not good at talking, and she hardly dared to look up at Qin Fei, maybe she was shy.

Qin Fei didn't think she was very old, at most one or two years older than herself. She didn't know why she came here to wash her hair. He can only say that she is making good fortune and life is difficult.

Qin Fei didn't have much chatting experience either, just kept silent and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Is the water temperature right?"

Beckham poured water on Qin Fei's head, and the voice was right in Qin Fei's ears, but the voice was a bit rough and not quite in line with expectations.

"Hey... right?"

Qin Fei didn't know why he stuttered. Maybe he wasn't quite used to this kind of occasion, but this was just the beginning.

In fact, the water temperature is not suitable, it is a bit hot.

But Qin Fei didn't want to say that it was inappropriate to this Beckham, and he didn't know why.

Maybe it was the first time I was a little nervous, or maybe Qin Fei didn't know how to refuse a girl, and he passed it after forbearing it.

The girl's hand finally touched Qin Fei's head, and with the warm water, she began to press and scratch gently.

It's a bit crisp and numb.

Beckham's palm is very big and his fingers are very long, unlike ordinary girls' hands.

Qin Fei felt that her hand could completely cover his entire head. Qin Fei thought of the old man's hand under the tree. The two have the same effect.

It was another round of scratching, and Beckham's little finger touched Qin Fei's ears from time to time. I didn't know if it was accidental or intentional. Qin Fei really felt a little bit anyway.

Qin Fei finally understood why Wu Jing had to go out to wash her hair twice a week.

This feeling of being served is really addictive.

After a while.

Qin Fei suddenly felt a little hot and sweated.

But she was still reluctant to ask her to lower the temperature of the water, just closed her eyes and enjoyed her smooth fingertips passing through her dark hair, and going back and forth freely on her head.

The clocks on the wall are walking lonely, one person is washing, the other is lying, the two seem to be in the same space, and they don't seem to be in the same space.

Finally, the heat slowly filled the small room, and the shirt on Qin Fei's head and body was a little soaked. It may be because of the steam that the space became hotter and hotter.

"Let me unbutton a few buttons for you, you see you are sweating." Beckham asked softly.

"Hmm..." Qin Fei closed his eyes and replied unconsciously.

Beckham seemed to be very understanding, and with a flick of two slender fingers, he quickly unfastened the two buttons on Qin Fei's white shirt.

And his fingers seemed to be deliberately drawn across his chest.

.....

Qin Fei himself was startled, his face flushed as if thinking of something.

But it is much more comfortable.

After a while.

"Do you have enough strength?" Beckham asked cautiously.

"What." Qin Fei did not understand.

"I said this strength is okay? I need to work harder." Beckham repeated again.

"Yes, let's do it vigorously. I am a thick-skinned person, and I am very stressed." Qin Fei was a little fluttering and started to be naughty.

Sure enough, the intensity was much heavier.

Every time it seemed to scratch Qin Fei's heart, Qin Fei wanted to call out every time.

Qin Fei was a little bit big, but he didn't expect a girl to be so strong.

It seems to be practiced.

Qin Fei finally knew what a word meant. It seemed to be called: pain and happiness.

"Ah." Qin Fei finally called out, this was subconscious and uncontrollable.

"Sorry." Beckham apologized quickly.

"No, it's okay, it's okay, go ahead." Qin Fei won't blame her, everyone is a rural child, and it is not easy for anyone.

Qin Fei suddenly thought of someone, the girl next door in the elementary school class, she was like this.

At that time, she and Qin Fei had a good time. The two often went home together. Later, after junior high school, they stopped seeing her. My mother said that they moved away and moved to a big city instead of a small village.

But it should not be her.

Another burst of pain came from the head.

Qin Fei trembled.

This Xiaobei's technique is really amazing, and I must give her a good review.

After finishing the work, Xiaobei wiped Qin Fei's body very gently, meticulously, so that no drops of water could remain on his body.

A pleasant 20-minute shampoo, fleeting.

After washing his hair, Qin Fei would really like to add another clock if he had money.

Pity.

Qin Fei stood still unfinished.

Go downstairs lightly.

Sitting on a swivel chair, this really entered the stage of hair cutting.