Feminist God

Not long after, Zhou Hani and several sports students also left.

But the luxury cars on the street never moved.

Yang's mother and daughter, who were in the driver's and co-pilot's seats, did not move at all, and their left and right hands were always on the car door.

Yang Yingxuan looked out of the car window at the place where Lin Qing had fought before.

At this time, there was no one there, but an unprecedented thing happened there just before, a delicate and handsome boy who had no strength to restrain a chicken was able to beat up four strong women with big arms and round waists without any effort!

Yang Yingxuan swallowed her saliva, and said in surprise, "Daughter, do you resist beating?"

She is more and more pleasing to Lin Qing's eyes. He is not easy-going, and he is also very handsome, and his figure is not to be picked. He is simply the perfect son-in-law candidate.

But there is one shortcoming, too good at playing.

Yang Yingxuan hesitated, Lin Qing is so good at fighting, whether her precious daughter can control it in the future

If she really married into the Yang family, would she be a little unhappy and want to beat someone, who can stop this, even if she gathers the power of three members of her family, she may not be able to subdue this future son-in-law!

Assuming this wasn't the most serious problem, Yang Yingxuan was thinking, if her daughter wants to hug him and make out, it depends on his mood, if she is not happy, she will put her on the bed and beat her up? !

Thinking of this, she couldn't help worrying, other people's house is where the wife pushes the husband to the ground and beats her, but in their house, the son-in-law pushes the daughter to the ground and beats her, but it's still the kind that doesn't dare to fight, because you can't guarantee, Will the son-in-law put himself, the mother-in-law, on the ground to serve him?

Oh, my God, where did You Ran meet such a top quality, who obviously has the appearance of a male god, but he is fiercer than anyone else in his hands!

Covering her face with her right hand, Yang Yingxuan lay powerlessly on the chair, her heart mixed with joy and sorrow. On the one hand, the boy looked more and more satisfied in terms of appearance and figure, on the other hand, she was crying.

"Mom, don't worry, I will resist and beat you." Yang Youran bit the bullet, she didn't expect Lin Qing to be so good at beating.

At that time, Lin Qing came to a barber shop called Xinxin.

This store is where he works part-time. The salary is 100 yuan per day, including lunch.

Every day is to wash and wash the hair of customers, sweep the floor, very easy work.

The owner of the shop is a young woman named Liu Xin, and there are two barbers: Xu Hui, who is newly married, and Song Yan, an older leftover woman.

"Sister Song is here for a haircut again." An old customer in the store caught a glimpse of Lin Qing who entered the door, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately spoke loudly, hoping to get the other party's attention.

Song Yan was cutting someone's hair, and she heard the sound and looked towards the door.

The young Lin Qingzheng opened the door and walked in.

After seeing that handsome face that was disastrous to the country and the people again, Song Yan swallowed silently. She has been single for many years without a boyfriend, not even a male colleague.

But what kind of luck has it been recently to have such a handsome male colleague? !

Song Yan secretly prayed to her ancestors to bless her that she might be able to catch up with Lin Qing!

"Sister Song, are you alone today?" Lin Qing walked into the store, looked around, saw that only Song Yan was working in the store, and spoke first.

At this time, several female customers who were still waiting on the rest chairs stared straight at them, and even secretly sent a text message telling their sisters to come to Xinxin Barbershop to see the real male god up close.

"Sister Liu's husband was angry this morning, so she won't come until later. Sister Xu has gone back to her hometown, and she wants to take maternity leave this year." Song Yan kept scissors in her hands, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Because of Lin Qing, Liu Xin's husband didn't know that there was a top-quality boy in the store, but he became so jealous that he didn't let Liu Xin into the house all night, let alone make out on the bed.

So Liu Xin woke up from her rented room early in the morning and ran home to comfort her husband, which made her unable to take care of her alone in the shop.

"Do you want me to help?" Lin Qing took off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack, looking eager to try it out. He has received money from others, and he has to work so that he can feel at ease.

"It's not good." Song Yan caught a glimpse of Lin Qing's arm from the corner of her eye, and swallowed quietly.

Those arms are like a panacea for a leftover girl like her who has never had a boyfriend. As long as she can lick them beautifully, she will be full of vitality immediately, and she will not be in a daze!

And she really couldn't bear Lin Qing to work.

"What's wrong, I'm an employee of this company." Lin Qing said.

"Okay then, you can help them wash their hair, and then sweep the floor later." Song Yan chose to compromise, she was indeed a bit overwhelmed.

Lin Qing nodded, and said to the women on the chair who were still showing dementia: "Who are you next, come and wash your hair with me."

You don't need to be taught to wash your hair, Lin Qing is no stranger.

"I"

"I wash, I wash, I have no other hobbies, but I love washing my hair!"

"My mother came first, so I will go first."

The several women immediately got into an argument, wishing they could be the first to enjoy Lin Qing's hair washing service.

As soon as they thought that they would enjoy the hands of this superb male god rubbing his head carefully later, they became impatient. This boy who is more handsome than a big star, if he can wash his hair, it will be impossible to wait. You have to blow it.

Just press those slender fingers on the head, it feels comfortable!

Who the hell will go for massages and pedicures in the future? Although those things are very comfortable, they are still illegal and expensive, so it is better to wash your hair in a barber shop, and you can enjoy the hair washing by the male god himself.

Well worth the few bucks!

Lin Qing's complexion became ugly, these women seemed to regard themselves as the top cards in the romantic scene.

Seeing that several people were arguing, he had no choice but to randomly pick a woman in her thirties and said, "Then it will be you. You wash your hair first."

"well."

The woman immediately smiled, followed Lin Qing and obediently lay down on the chair, resting her head in the sink.

The other women looked like they wanted to eat people, and they also wanted the male god to wash their hair, but that old woman took the lead!

"Huh, huh." Lin Qing wet the woman's head with warm water, like the sound of urinating in the shampoo basin.

"Ah, it's so comfortable!" The woman groaned in enjoyment, feeling the pair of male hands on top of her head rubbing her hair, and she felt so comfortable to death.

She was lying down, facing the sky, her eyes met Lin Qing's chin and chest.

Looking at Ji Pin's body from such a close distance, the woman's heart pounded, and she tried her best not to think about it, but the more she was like this, some nasty pictures appeared in her mind that would make men blush.

"Are you sick, big sister?" Lin Qing was puzzled, and the movements of her hands also became stiff.

He saw that the woman's face was very red, as if she had a high fever.

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm angry." The woman quickly explained that only she knew why her face was so red, it was all seduced by this seductive little fairy.

"Really, I suggest you go to the hospital." Lin Qing said hesitantly, feeling that this woman was a little weird, she seemed a bit like...

"No, continue to wash." How could a woman go to the hospital, and she would continue to lie here and enjoy the best male god to wash her hair.

"All right."

Seeing that the customer insisted, Lin Qing had no choice but to continue to follow his request, but the movements of his hands became faster.

Can be washed, washed, red began to appear in the pool

"Fuck, big sister, you have a nosebleed?!"

Lin Qing turned pale in shock, threw a towel to the other party, and quickly stepped back a few steps, he was worried that the other party would blackmail him.