What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xu Chuilu didn't ask her why she "leaved customs" early, didn't ask her why she was sitting in her room and drinking her tea, but she came up with such an unreasonable and abrupt "request".

Xiao Fangdao intended to scare her, but he didn't want to scare people into fools... Or, was she planning some new trick?

She raised the end of her eyes slightly, followed the other person's words and said, "Do you have a comb?"

If she still knows how to dress up, it means that she has lived comfortably here during this period of time, and besides having enough food and clothing, she still has leisure time to tidy herself up.

"Yes..." Xu Chuilu murmured, and suddenly thought of something, and added in a cautious voice, "I don't have it, it's in the house, it should be the suzerain's property - I misappropriated it privately, and I hope to forgive my sin."

"Go get it."

Actually agreed?

She turned around incredulously, tiptoed to the side table of the couch, took out the wooden comb from the dowry, and wiped off the dust with her palm.

This idea came up because she couldn't bear to see the beautiful hair being tossed so disheveled by Xiao Fang's knife, and she wanted to tidy them up, just like cleaning up the miscellaneous lines on the canvas.

But when Xiao Fangdao's black hair flowed out from the comb teeth, Xu Chuilu's mind became dazed.

Warm, soft, and as dense as black silk...but it was covered with a thin layer of dust, and there were many knots that could not be untied. It was obviously a piece of brocade, but she turned it into a weed.Or was it that she had to ravage her hair to relieve the pain she couldn't get rid of?

She patiently combed them over and over again, and finally restored them to their original appearance.He stroked it tentatively with the back of his hand a few times to confirm that the feel was correct, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

However, the people sitting at the table were completely silent.

The old monk Xiao Fangdao froze there as if in sedation, neither opened his eyes nor spoke, even if Xu Chuilu occasionally pulled her scalp, she did not respond at all.

Xu Chuilu paused for a moment, but he still didn't wait for the other party to speak—let alone a word of thanks, he didn't even have a comment.

As if she was an emotionless hair combing machine.

This made her a little annoyed, after all, she had never served others before, and the last time she provided this kind of service was to her friend's cat.Although the cat can't talk, it can at least purr comfortably in her arms.

Xiao Fangdao What is this?

Recalling her various deeds, Xu Chuilu became even more angry.

[Host, you'd better...]

When Zhao Lu sent out the reminder, she had already called up the drawing board and completed the creation.

Holding the ball of black matter, she walked around in front of Xiao Fangdao with a docile smile, and bowed to present the object in her palm to the other party.

"Sovereign, comb it."

Xiao Fangdao raised his head slightly and saw the ball.

Her calm expression suddenly became dignified, and the fan graph beside her was also undergoing violent transformation, shaking, and zooming.

The innocence of a child and the cunning of a fox bloom quietly in Xu Chuilu's eyes.

[Host, your deception made her feel uneasy, which is not a good thing. ]

【disturbed?Of course, who can keep calm in the face of such severe hair loss?I just let her feel the troubles that contemporary youth will have. 】

The fan chart shows a strong sense of sadness and worry.

Xiao Fangdao stiffly twisted a few strands of hair, then waved them away with his hand.She sighed deeply, pressed the center of her eyebrows and said, "What did you do just now, why are your hands so cold?"

Xu Chuilu was taken aback, what are you asking?Do you think her hands are so cold that her scalp is so cold?

"After washing the clothes, the well water is a bit cold, so..."

She sneered twice: "So just use my head as a heater?"

"...I'm not, I'm not."

This misunderstanding is big.

Could it be that she was motionless just now because she was enduring her own "torture"?

Xiao Fangdao glanced at her neckline, doubtful: "Isn't this clothes on you? What kind of clothes did you wash?"

Of course it's obscene clothes.

Xu Chuilu explained with a little embarrassment: "I only have this clothes, so I only washed the inner clothes."

The other party really frowned.

"If you wear less, you will naturally be cold. How do you change a suit of clothes, why not use the old clothes in the closet?"

"I am very grateful for borrowing this house, and my disciples dare not touch the suzerain's property."

Even modern people would not lend out underwear easily. Xu Cuilu did find several sets of old clothes in the closet, but she never thought of borrowing them.

Although autumn is a bit cold, it is not unbearable.

Xiao Fangdao seemed to think that her cautious attitude was a bit ridiculous, so he eased his tone, closed his eyes and said, "It's an old thing from my teens, you can use it as you like."

Xu Chuilu didn't expect her to be so generous. She was surprised and felt a little guilty for her bad joke just now: "Thank you, suzerain."

The two fell into silence with nothing to say, Xiao Fangdao propped his forehead with one hand, and gently fiddled with the rim of the porcelain cup on the table with the other.

In the silence where the needles could be heard, Xu Chuilu finally remembered the important matter that she had neglected for a long time.

"The suzerain is...has he left the customs early?"

Xiao Fangdao looked up at her, and replied casually, "No, I just want to come out to take a bath today."

Obviously, Xiao Fangdao was not someone who would interrupt the retreat for such a trivial matter, but Xu Chuilu couldn't think of anyone or anything that could affect her original arrangement.

"If some dirty things are not dealt with in time, they will become fly maggots and attach themselves to the body." She smiled carelessly, threw the teacup in her hand away, and asked her softly, "Is that so?"

Terrible.

From the corner of the fan-shaped graph, a narrow but rapidly increasing fan-shaped shape emerged—a blazing red killing intent.Even if the target of this killing intent is not herself, it is enough to make her feel terrified.

Xu Chuilu quickly adjusted to the social animal mode, bowed his head and said: "The suzerain is right, this disciple is going to boil the water now."

Just as he took a step with his right foot, Xiao Fangdao's voice sounded again.

"and many more."

Xu Chuilu turned around in a daze: "What other orders does the suzerain have?"

"...Put on the middle coat before going."

Xu Chuilu's face froze.

She wanted to escape, but couldn't.

Where to wear it?Could it be here?