Yang Huaijin didn't even glance at her, let alone show any sympathy.
On the contrary, Yang Zhao, who was sitting on the chair, was looking at her with a smile on his face. Liu Yao could see a kind of sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes.
As if she was just a clown,
At that moment, Liu Yao felt a surge of embarrassment in her heart, and her face turned red uncontrollably.
Fortunately at this time.
Yang Huaijin's voice rang out: "Sister, who is this person?"
Yang Huaijin sat on the chair next to Yang Zhao, and his eyes finally fell on Liu Yao.
Liu Yao hurriedly looked at Yang Huaijin with misty eyes, and before Yang Zhao could speak, she said in a soft and tearful voice, "Brother Jin, I'm Yao'er, don't you remember me?"
Yang Huaijin raised his eyebrows: "Yao'er?"
"Yes, I'm Yao'er. We used to play together when we were little. We even agreed to catch butterflies together. But then something happened at home, so I couldn't go. Brother Jin, you won't blame me, right?
There is naturally a lot of water in this matter.
When she was a child, she did follow Xu Cuirong to this marquis's mansion once, but at that time she only saw Yang Huaijin's back from a distance.
The whole thing about catching butterflies is fake.
But don’t men like this?
A woman only needs to talk about their childhood together in a sweet voice, and then slowly express her admiration for him. Even if the man has no impression, he will agree to it. In this way, she can lay the foundation for the identity of a "childhood sweetheart".
"Oh! It's you... I do have some impression of you." Upon hearing this, Yang Huaijin immediately showed an expression of "it turns out it's you."
Liu Yao was overjoyed.
But before she could feel proud, she heard Yang Huaijin's voice again: "But why do I remember that the agreement we made wasn't to catch butterflies? You actually begged me to shave your head."
"You said you had a scabby head and it itched badly, so you wanted me to shave it off. But when I turned around to get my sword, your aunt took you away. I was so upset about it for a long time!"
"I didn't expect that we would meet again today."
"Just right."
Yang Huaijin's handsome face smiled brightly: "These days, my haircutting skills have become more and more exquisite. I promise to cut your hair smooth and smoothly..."
After saying that, Yang Huaijin stood up and drew out the sword from his waist.
Liu Yao was stunned.
Looking at Yang Huaijin who was walking towards her with a sword in his hand, her eyes widened and her brain finally reacted.
"Don't, don't come over here, I didn't say that, you..."
A cold light flashed across.
Liu Yao's pupils suddenly shrank in shock.
"ah!"
Almost instinctively, she screamed and covered her head tightly with both hands, then bent down like an ostrich, holding her head and shrank to the ground.
It really feels like kowtowing.
Yang Huaijin's sword was still suspended in mid-air. Looking at Liu Yao, who was huddled up in a ball as if bowing, he raised his lips and said, "Sister Yao'er, what's wrong? Are you trying to break the promise we made when we were little? That won't do! We in the Yang family are very particular about promises and agreements. Since I promised to shave your head, I must do it."
"good!"
"Don't be afraid. Just show me your head. I can shave it clean in the blink of an eye. I guarantee it won't prick your hands."
Yang Huaijin's voice is gentle and magnetic.
Seriously, it sounds great.
But when it fell into Liu Yao's ears, it sounded like the words of a devil, making her face pale and ugly.
Shaved?
But she is a woman.
If her hair was really shaved or cut off, how could she survive?
"You're so naughty!"
Yang Huaijin put away his smile and ordered the maid beside him: "Go and help Sister Yao'er up. She's curled up like this, and it's hard for me to cut her."
When the old woman heard this, she immediately stepped forward.
When Liu Yao was lifted up by the old woman, she hurriedly asked Xu Cuirong for help: "Auntie, auntie, please save me. I don't want to have my hair shaved. I can't have my hair shaved."
Xu Cuirong wanted to go over.
However, she had already been controlled by the two maids. She could only shout loudly: "Jin'er, don't be impulsive. You are now a high school graduate and you will be an official in the future. If you do something wrong and it gets out, it will definitely affect your career..."
"It's okay. Sister Yao'er and I have known each other since childhood. Shaving our heads is an agreement between us. It's not a big deal if others say anything."
Yang Huaijin said this with a smile, then raised the sword in his hand again.
Liu Yao was so frightened that her eyes almost popped out. Finally, when he swung his sword, she collapsed and shouted, "Don't cut my hair. We don't know each other. We don't know each other at all. We didn't even meet when we were kids..."
The sword that Yang Huaijin had just swung stopped in mid-air.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion: "But didn't sister Yao'er just say that we had a lot of fun playing together when we were little?"
"I, I lied to you."
"We didn't know each other when we were kids. Everything I just said was made up." Liu Yao didn't care about anything else at this moment. She looked at the sharp sword in Yang Huaijin's hand with fear, and spoke in an anxious and trembling voice.
"oh!"
Yang Huaijin still smiled and said, "But you just called me Brother Jin so affectionately, which made me think of that bald-headed playmate from my childhood..."
"I was wrong, Young Master Yang!"
Liu Yao cried.
I really cried.
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