Chapter 741: Really Honest

There are so many unfair things in this world. Some people can earn billions of dollars a year, while some people, like her, have always been struggling to make ends meet.

When she came out, she saw a woman riding on a shared bicycle. Her slightly curly hair fluttered in the wind from time to time. She seemed to be on the phone at this time. She wore a blue stone ring on her ring finger. Sun Yuhan was not unfamiliar with this ring. It seemed to be the same style as the one she sold in September. It cost 1.2 million. Even the mobile phone was the latest product.

Didn’t she have a godfather? Why didn’t she pick her up in a luxury car?

She pouted her lips and called a taxi for the first time. As soon as she got on, she saw that the woman had already ridden on the bicycle. The slight wind blew her hair around her forehead, revealing her extremely beautiful face.

Who did she look like? Sun Yuhan thought for a long time but couldn’t think of it. She just felt a little familiar. Oh, she remembered. Didn’t the people in the clothing store say that she looked like Yan Huan?

But what is Yan Huan? She is an international film queen, a winner in life. How can a woman with nothing to do compare with her?

When she went back, Jiu Yue had already prepared the meal.

She went to the room to change her clothes, thinking whether she could surprise Jiu Yue. Really, expensive clothes have their reasons. This dress is really high-end when worn on her body. It's a pity that she wore a pair of slippers. She wanted to change her high heels, but she thought, why change high heels at home? This will do.

She ran into the kitchen and turned in front of Jiu Yue.

"Jiu Yue, how about it, beautiful?"

Jiu Yue turned around and glanced at her.

"Blue doesn't suit you, you are dark."

He is an honest man, he is really an honest man, he speaks the truth, he speaks the truth, but his truth hurts the vanity that a woman has finally sprouted.

Sun Yuhan was so angry that she locked herself in the room and didn't come out.

Jiuyue brought out the food, took off her apron, and walked to the door of Sun Yuhan's room, reaching out and knocking on the door.

"Yuhan, it's time to eat."

Sun Yuhan was still in a bad mood, and she took out a pair of scissors to cut the clothes on her body, but then she remembered that the clothes were worth three thousand yuan, and she couldn't cut them.

She was not cutting clothes, but money.

Jiuyue knocked on the door again, "It's time to eat."

But he stood for a long time, and no one came out, so he had to sigh.

It seems that sometimes when talking, you really can't tell the truth.

He turned around and sat at the table. He just picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't want to eat.

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open, and Sun Yuhan came out and sat down directly to eat, but she didn't pay much attention to Jiuyue. Jiuyue picked up the bowl and suddenly looked at her seriously.

Sun Yuhan's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt a little confused when she was looked at. Of course, she also blushed and her heart beat fast.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She poked the bowl with chopsticks, and her eyes began to dodge.

"It might be better to dye your hair," he suggested, but there were some things that he didn't say again, such as that the dress really didn't suit Sun Yuhan.

Sun Yuhan grabbed her hair.

She had never taken care of her hair, nor had it been dyed. When it grew long, she cut it herself.

"You go with me," she poked the rice in the bowl again.

"Okay," Jiu Yue agreed, probably because she said the wrong thing, so what she said was what it was.

Sun Yuhan was happy now. While eating, she was thinking about how she would cut her hair. It seemed that the woman who bought the same skirt as her today, who looked like Yan Huan, had a good hairstyle, so why not cut it like that.

When they came out, it was getting dark outside, and the sky was a little gloomy. The wind blowing on their bodies was also a little humid.

Jiu Yue looked up at the sky in front of her, which was sparse and moonless.

"Let's go," Sun Yuhan took Jiu Yue's arm, "What are you standing here for?"

"I'll go get an umbrella," Jiu Yue remembered what the weather forecast said, it might rain today, so he prepared it. He took out an umbrella from the room and followed Sun Yuhan out.

They arrived at a large barber shop, which was full of young men in their twenties. They all looked very handsome, and there was no Shamatte style. They were all clean and tidy, and they were all young handsome men.

When Sun Yuhan sat on the chair, someone washed her hair, someone massaged her shoulders, and those young handsome men almost all served her on their knees. At first, Sun Yuhan was uncomfortable inside and out, but she felt vain.

Jiu Yue sat on the sofa outside and smelled the smell of shampoo and the sound of a hair dryer, which made him feel a little irritated.

Outside, the sound of raindrops came from somewhere. He clenched the umbrella he had been holding. Sure enough, it was raining again, and it seemed to be heavy.

The sound of rain became clearer and clearer. When the wind passed, the rain also fell, and then it became heavier. In the wind and rain, the lights of the night were also swaying.

I don’t know what the hairdresser said to Sun Yuhan, but she couldn’t help laughing. Her hair was curled into a lot of curlers, and then she sat under a machine full of tentacles. This style is really weird. However, in the eyes of women, this may be normal, but for men, it is weird, weird, and unacceptable.

It’s like men can’t understand why women curl their hair and then straighten it, straighten it, and then curl it again. If they don’t do it a few times a year, they can’t sleep. It’s obviously very beautiful black hair, but they have to dye it into colorful colors. Isn’t it very strange?

Men don’t understand women, and women of course understand men. They don’t care why men stare at football every day, and don’t understand why they never bargain when buying things.

Men and women’s worldviews, sometimes think about it, are indeed very different.

The rain is still falling outside, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road. Only the street lights on both sides of the road are still on, illuminating that road, and I don’t know where it extends to.

Sometimes a car would drive by, some were very gentle, some were very savage, the rain water splashed up would create a lot of mud, and then the pedestrians would get dirty. When the pedestrians saw this, they could only lower their heads and curse, and could only consider themselves unlucky.