Chapter 330, you’re almost like his grandmother (second update)

As he finished speaking, a deathly gaze swept across, carrying a chill.

Jiang Yisheng couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Sister-in-law, it’s just a normal perm."

His cousin had been glaring at him the whole time, and his little heart couldn’t take it.

If he had known, he would have washed his hair before coming over.

Ye Jiuliang saw through his "fear" and assured him with a hearty tone, "Don’t mind your cousin, I’ve got your back."

Li Mochan’s expression revealed a hint of helplessness as he picked up the red wine from the table and took a light sip.

Glancing at Li Mochan, then at Ye Jiuliang’s bright eyes, Jiang Yisheng found himself inexplicably amused.

He slightly lowered his head to make it easier for Ye Jiuliang to touch his curly mop of hair.

Crystal lights reflected dazzling brightness from several angles, the warm hues casting on the man’s handsome profile, his porcelain-white skin tinged with a soft pink, both obedient and adorably dazed.

Ji Mingqian was momentarily stunned before coming to his senses and saw Ye Jiuliang’s hand on the curly mop, impulsively asking, "Can I touch it, too?"

As he spoke, three sets of eyes simultaneously turned to look at him.

Ye Jiuliang burst into laughter, "Aqian, that’s not up to me. Asheng needs to agree."

Remembering how Jiang Yisheng had been making faces at him just now, Ji Mingqian coughed lightly and didn’t bother asking for trouble, "I was just joking. Let’s order, let’s order."

He grabbed the menu and started picking dishes nonchalantly.

Of course, he also successfully avoided anything related to bitter melon.

Jiang Yisheng took the teacup, his eyes drooping slightly as he concealed the complexity within.

"Mohan, how about I give you a perm like this when we get back?" Ye Jiuliang started contemplating Li Mochan’s hair earnestly.

Li Mochan lowered his gaze to look at her, his lips tinged with red, suppressing a smile, "You know how?"

He surely wouldn’t have to shave his head bald after she was done with it.

"Li Mochan, Ajiu’s perm skills are quite good. She even singed the beard the headmaster of her school had grown for ten years," Ji Mingqian said with a backhanded compliment.

Thinking back, all their master’s hair disasters also started at her hands.

She was a complete klutz but had an inexplicable fondness for cutting hair. The K organization had its fair share of victims of her incompetence, each having lived through their phase of looking like a dog had gnawed on their head.

Ye Jiuliang gnashed her molars, "Ji Mingqian, nobody would think you’re dumb if you didn’t talk. Failure is the mother of success, you don’t know squat."

He was bringing up such stale and rotten old stories.

Ji Mingqian curled his lip, "You’re nearly the grandmother of success."

"Ji Mingqian." The ominous tone was laced with a hint of danger.

Ji Mingqian raised his hands in surrender, "Fine, I’ll shut up."

Li Mochan chuckled silently, firmly deciding to persuade his little wolf cub to drop the idea of perming his hair.

Soon, Feng Yi arrived, and the private room was filled with endless laughter.

On the way back, Jiang Yisheng rode in Li Mochan’s car. Ji Mingqian wanted to make some casual conversation, but the car window had already rolled up.

Watching the car drive off into the distance, Ji Mingqian asked, "Feng Yi, can I ask you something? What’s Jiang Yisheng’s temperament like?"

"Asheng is very good-natured. He’s always smiling, and it’s rare to see him lose his temper," Feng Yi said.

"Why do you ask?"

"It’s nothing." Ji Mingqian shook his head.

Feng Yi invited, "There’s a nice bar nearby, want to join me?"

Ji Mingqian raised an eyebrow, "Are you paying?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes at him, "As if you need the money."

"I’m dead broke," Ji Mingqian laughed lightly.

Feng Yi scoffed, "Stop blabbering, let’s go."