Qin Dapao frowned slightly, and a wicked smile raised a corner of his mouth and said, “You don’t need to provoke me. In fact, there is nothing wrong with asking me to tell Wangpao’s bedtime story. But before you tell that boy Wangpao, you have to do something for me.”
No
Chi Zaozao felt so depressed when he heard Qin Dapao’s words.
Although there is no free lunch in the world, Qin Dapao doesn’t need Huang Shiren like this.
I was very dissatisfied, but Chi Zaozao had to follow Qin Dapao’s temperament. So Chi Zaozao was unwilling to ask Qin Dapao, “What do you want?”
Although Chi Zaozao looked reluctant, Chi Zaozao finally agreed, which made Qin Dapao’s originally depressed mood relax a lot. Qin Dapao did not directly answer Chi Zaozao’s words, but turned around and took out the hair dryer from the bathroom, and said to Chi Zaozao very much, “Blow my hair.”
“Blow my hair” Chi Zaozao exclaimed, very shocked at Qin Dapao’s proposal.
Because Qin Dapao is a soldier, his hair is not long, just wipe it with a towel, and there is no need to blow it. Besides, although the doctor said that her arm was recovering well, she was still a remnant now.
How could he be ashamed to enslave her as a big man?
I’m so merciless.
“What’s wrong, I’m not happy?” Seeing Chi Zaozao’s look of shock and dissatisfaction, Qin Dapao’s tone suddenly became a little cold.
“Yes.” At this time, Chi Zaozao had already come to her senses. She had a cunning and beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth and said to Qin Dapao in a special and delicate voice: “But, Adjutant Qin, you see, one hand is inconvenient now. If you blow your hair and accidentally hurt you, then I would be so embarrassed.”