Chapter 2222: You Like That Much?
This was an interesting phenonon.
The show hadn’t even started, but the opening song and interlude had already gone viral.
Qiao Mianmian was naturally popular, too.
But the netizens didn’t know that she was the one who sang them.
Because of this, the netizens had a very high opinion of the songs.
So professional music critics also said that Qiao Mianmian was the one good voice the music industry had produced in the past 10 years. In short, even the professional critics had a high opinion of her.
Qiao Mianmian didn’t even dare to think about how the netizens would react and comnt if they found out that she was the singer.
Qiao Mianmian replied to Linda: [Alright, Sister Xie. I’ll be there on ti tomorrow.]
Then, Mo Yesi waved at her. “Co here, I’ll blow dry your hair.”
“Oh.”
Qiao Mianmian walked over and sat by the bed.
Mo Yesi turned on the hairdryer and blew her hair slowly.
The wind from the hairdryer was warm and suitable.
Mo Yesi’s slender fingers also gently pressed on her scalp. The suitable strength and temperature made Qiao Mianmian’s scalp completely relax, making her a little sleepy.
Mo Yesi would blow-dry her hair every ti she took a shower.
He even massaged her scalp and neck.
A man like Mo Yesi had been served since he was young. But now, this man was serving her.
Qiao Mianmian’s heart was filled with sweetness and happiness. She narrowed her eyes and looked sleepy. “Mo Yesi, when we’re old, will you still blow my hair like this?”
“Of course,” the man replied without hesitation.
“Really?”
“Mm, really. I’ll brag about it for the rest of my life.”
“Mo Yesi.”
“Mm?”
“You’re the best.”
Qiao Mianmian was so sleepy that she couldn’t even open her eyes.
When a person was about to fall asleep or was drunk, it was easy to tell the truth.
Because at this ti, their consciousness wouldn’t be clear, and they wouldn’t have much resistance towards the outside world.
Qiao Mianmian narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice, “Mo Yesi, it’s so good to have you as my husband. I want to be your wife in my next life, too.”
Mo Yesi stopped what he was doing. The man’s dark eyes flickered for a few seconds before he continued to blow her hair. “You want to marry in your next life? Are you sure?”
“Mm, I’m sure.” Qiao Mianmian shook her head again.
Mo Yesi leaned over and pressed her head against his chest.
The man smiled affectionately. “You like being with that much?”
“Mm.” Qiao Mianmian lay on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist out of habit. “I do, I really do.”
Mo Yesi looked down at her and turned the hairdryer to the minimum, then patted her head and didn’t say anything else.
Qiao Mianmian slowly closed her eyes.
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