Chapter 298: The Shamatte Style Appears

The atmosphere in the car froze for a moment, and Zhang Molan suddenly spoke.

"Let's stop for a moment. I suddenly remembered that I have something else to take care of, so I won't go back with you."

Zhang Molan touched his short hair that had been cut to ear level, with a hint of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

He is old...

Will I become ugly in the future?

When Zhang Molan thought about the possibility that others would laugh at his appearance in the future, his face turned ferocious for a moment.

No! Maybe he won't be able to lift a knife in the future, and then I'll just have to bear the pain alone.

He had to take advantage of his current physical condition to teach those who needed to be taught a lesson and punish those who needed to be punished, so as to collect the interest in advance.

Zhang Benling didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, so he signaled his trusted younger brother who was driving in front to stop the car. As soon as the car stopped, Zhang Molan couldn't wait to open the door and get out.

He slammed the car door shut and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something very important. He quickly turned around and knocked on the car window.

Zhang Benling, who had anticipated this, lowered the car window a few centimeters and handed out a bank card through the gap. Zhang Molan took the card and left without looking back.

Blue Mountain Villa a few hours later.

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Moyu were both busy with their own things.

One of them deals with matters reported by tribesmen from all sides, and at the same time takes care of the newly born cubs in the tribe.

One of them was writing furiously in a notebook, helping to write teaching materials on human skin mask disguise and false voice.

As soon as Hei Xia Zi came back, he bought some vegetables and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Nan Xihe had not finished any of the homework assigned by school and family, and was scratching his head in his room.

Just when everything was peaceful and quiet, the gate of the villa was suddenly opened, and a tall figure stood in front of the door. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, making his colorful hair sparkle in the sun.

The dazzling light almost blinded the eyes of Zhang Qiling and Zhang Moyu who were sitting in the living room.

When Zhang Moyu saw Zhang Molan's new look, his lips trembled and he could hardly hold the pen in his hand.

The rainbow gradient hair and the exaggerated bangs that almost covered half of her face, and the other half of her hair was tied into thin braids close to her scalp, with two metal plates at the end of each braid.

Coupled with Zhang Molan's unruly face and evil expression...

Zhang Moyu closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away. He found it hard to accept for a moment and even his breathing was trembling.

When did Zhang Molan's aesthetic become so difficult to describe?

He felt that he couldn't stand this stimulation!

Even Zhang Qiling, who was always calm and composed and thought he could remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe, felt his breath stop and his eyes stung.

He knew that ordinary people would occasionally pursue fashion and individuality, and mess up their hair, makeup, and clothes.

Whenever he saw them, he would just glance past them and pay no attention to them, but he never thought that those unique shapes would one day appear on his family members.

Hei Xia Zi, who also pursues individuality and fashion, wears a leather jacket and sunglasses, looking handsome, cool and unrestrained.

Zhang Molan has rainbow hair with thin braids, and her "Shamatte" style is extremely eye-catching.

"I'm back! Little Young Lord, Little Clan Leader, did you miss me?"

Zhang Molan had no idea that anything was wrong. He walked in arrogantly, leaned casually on the sofa, and sat next to Zhang Moyu.

"What's up with your hairstyle?"

Zhang Moyu really couldn't stand his new look.

Zhang Molan lifted his exaggeratedly thick bangs, clicked his tongue softly, and showed a smug expression with a beaming look on his face.

"Is my new look handsome? The stylist at that store said it's the most popular style this year and it suits my temperament very well."

"hehe--"

Zhang Moyu didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh. He just felt that Zhang Molan lowered the average appearance of the Zhang family, and he wanted to pull out all of his weird hair.

"You'd better dye your hair back now! Immediately! Right now! Or I won't mind shaving your head!"

Zhang Moyu spoke with gritted teeth, his tone very serious.

Zhang Qiling, who was sitting opposite them, nodded silently, agreeing very much with what Zhang Moyu said. He also cooperated by pulling out the black gold ancient knife beside him and slamming it on the table. The threat was self-evident.

Although Zhang Qiling cannot defeat Zhang Molan, if he really gives orders as the clan leader, Zhang Molan will not dare to resist, right?

Zhang Molan looked at this one, then looked at that one, raised his head high and sneered, saying the most cowardly words in the most arrogant manner.

"Isn't it just a change of hairstyle? This hairstyle is really a nuisance. I told the hairstylist that he has bad taste, but he didn't believe me!

Just wait, I'm going to find that loser and have a good argument with him."

Zhang Molan came and left in a hurry.

Only after getting in a taxi to the new barber shop and leaving the villa area did Zhang Molan let out a leisurely sigh.

Lifespan is always a heavy topic, and he doesn't want others to know his situation, especially Zhang Moyu, whom he has watched grow up since he was a child, and he has always valued friendship since he was a child.

He didn't know what this kid had been through over the years. Since their reunion, he found that Zhang Moyu cared more about his family and clansmen, as if it had become an obsession.

In order to prevent others from worrying and being sad about his physical condition, it is better to keep the newly grown white hair hidden for as long as possible.

After he made such a fuss, Zhang Moyu and the others would at most suspect that their aesthetic taste had become strange, but they probably wouldn't think about growing white hair as they got older.

After Hei Xia Zi finished cooking dinner, Zhang Benling brought back a series of five or six Xiao Zhangs, including Zhang Benshan, Zhang Hailou, and Zhang Haiqing, to have a free meal.

These are the future pillars of the Zhang family. We need to let them meet the clan leader more often and cultivate more relationships with them.

After the meal, several people stayed and prepared to stay here with the patriarch for a few days. Since they could meet the highest authority and this place was not far from the company, they naturally had no reason to refuse.

After dinner, Zhang Moyu sent everyone away and sat alone on the sofa in the living room. He closed his eyes, put on headphones, listened to soothing music, and waited for Zhang Molan to come back.

Zhang Molan didn't come back for another three or four hours. When Zhang Moyu opened his eyes, he saw that Zhang Molan's hair was full of tender pink hair. This new hair color was quite inconsistent with his face and temperament.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and veins on Zhang Moyu's forehead throbbed. After all, the elder was the face of the family. Was Zhang Molan really just teasing him? Wasn't he afraid of bringing shame to the entire family?