Chapter 299 Zhang Molan's Image
Zhang Molan even tied a small bun at the back of her head, and there was a white plush ball on the hair tie as decoration, which was very girly.
Doesn't he have any idea of what he's like? With that unique hair color and that indescribable hairstyle, what's he trying to do?
"Are you mentally ill?"
No matter how well-mannered Zhang Moyu is, he cannot withstand Zhang Molan's continuous provocations.
"Am I not handsome? The stylist said this is the girly pink that macho men love the most."
Zhang Molan crossed his arms, tilted his head and smiled happily, looking relaxed and unconcerned, but he unconsciously licked his exposed little fangs with his tongue.
This is a subconscious action he makes when he is occasionally embarrassed, and he usually doesn't even notice it himself.
"You, get out of here!"
Zhang Moyu took a deep breath, pointed at the door, turned his head and didn't want to look at him anymore. As a result, when he turned around, he saw Zhang Benling holding a cup of water and trying to slip away quietly.
"Zhang Benling!"
Zhang Benling couldn't help but tremble, his eyes slightly lowered, he stood there with his head down, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything, and spoke in a low voice.
"Good evening, elders. Sorry to bother you."
If he had known that the two were making a fuss downstairs, he would not have come down to get some water to drink, and he would not have died of thirst in a short time.
Zhang Moyu didn't listen to what he said at all. Thinking about how Zhang Benling had been wearing women's clothes some time ago, and dressed up gorgeously every day, changing up various styles, he thought that his aesthetic taste was very good, so he immediately gave him a difficult task.
"You! Take this thing and fix that tuft of hair on his head. If you can't fix it, don't come back!"
"Yes, elder."
Under his serious and commanding tone, Zhang Benling had no room to refuse and could only agree timidly.
"Elder Molan, please!"
He came to Zhang Molan and respectfully made a gesture of invitation. Zhang Molan glanced at him, said nothing, but turned around and left obediently.
Zhang Moyu was the only one left in the living room. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. After calming down, he started to think about who Zhang Molan was looking for trouble and who he was trying to kill.
Why do you dye your hair and do those disgusting styles when you have nothing to do? Could it be...
A thought flashed through his mind like a meteor. Before Zhang Moyu could carefully recall what the thought was, his mind was confused by Zhang Molan's weird aesthetic.
Zhang Moyu couldn't forget that spiritually polluting look for a while.
Could it be...
Is it because Zhang Molan has been in the new society for too long, and has inadvertently come into contact with some questionable things, and then his aesthetic taste has been distorted?
Zhang Moyu's expression gradually became solemn.
no!
He can no longer let this scourge wander around. Tomorrow he will take Zhang Molan back to the Qinling tribe's territory and detain him there. He will use the beautiful scenery of green mountains and clear waters to cleanse his brain and try to change his aesthetic taste!
In the end, Zhang Molan did not dye his hair back to black. After his insistence, Zhang Benling chose dark purple as the base color for his hair and highlighted a few strands of burgundy.
The overall hairstyle was restyled again, and the ends of the hair were slightly curled to create very natural curls. The new style weakened the rebellious villain temperament on his face and brought out the evil and charming side of him to the fullest.
Zhang Moyu could barely accept his new look, but the next day he sent the other people away to study and work, and then took Zhang Qiling and Zhang Molan with him and drove to the Qinling tribe's territory overnight.
As soon as they returned to their own territory, Zhang Moyu relaxed completely, and so did the other two.
"When you have nothing to do, go to the tribe's middle school and teach the children a few lessons. Then spend some time enjoying the beauty of nature. Don't go out during this period."
Zhang Moyu gave Zhang Molan some careful instructions, and Zhang Molan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
"Is the sun rising from the west? You actually allow me to teach the children?"
Thinking back to when Zhang Moyu was the clan leader, she was like an old hen, guarding him very closely, fearing that his murderous aura would scare those little brats.
Unexpectedly, after he became the clan elder, their attitude towards him became more relaxed.
"I'm worried! That's why I asked you to teach at the adult school. You should stay away from the children's school."
Zhang Moyu answered expressionlessly, making his grudge against Zhang Molan clear.
The new generation of clan members gradually come to terms with age as ordinary people do. Now most of the adult clan members in the family are between 18 and 30 years old. Their minds are mature, their values are established, and they have a certain mental resistance.
In short, adults are less affected by various factors and are tough and resilient! Let Zhang Molan do whatever he wants.
At this time, Zhang Qiling also interrupted on a whim and spoke seriously to Zhang Molan.
"You can beat them, but you can't lead children astray."
Zhang Molan touched his nose somewhat awkwardly. He was obviously a very serious and responsible person, so how could he be so unreliable!
The clan leader gave him this special instruction again, which shows how much he doesn't trust him!
In the end, he still slipped away alone in disgrace. He always felt that if he continued to stay with these two black-hearted people, he would be squeezed to death by them sooner or later.
Zhang Molan couldn't understand it. He was the one with the sharp tongue, so why did he feel like he was the one who suffered every time?
Zhang Moyu and Zhang Qiling went to the main attic in the center of the clan territory together. It had been a while since they came back, and Zhang Qiling really missed his room here.
It’s not because the entire attic belongs to him and the bedroom is the largest and brightest, but because he likes the antique charm of this place.
The elegant and quiet sandalwood is always lit here, and all you can see are exquisitely carved wooden products. There are also some elegant and precious-looking porcelains in the room.
Perhaps it was because the things in the tomb were too easy to get if one wanted them, so antiques were not rare to them. The Zhang family had always treated antiques as if they were gold and silver objects.
I never thought that these antiques were worthy of being put on the shelf for people to appreciate and play with. These porcelains are all products of modern crafts.
Also, although antiques are indeed valuable and precious, they have been buried in the ground for so long that they have become somewhat contaminated with negative energy and are not very clean. They don't like to display them in their own homes, let alone the clan leader's.
Those modern handicrafts are both exquisite and clean, and can be customized. Compared with those hard-to-find beautiful antiques, they cost less and can be replaced at any time if you don’t like them.
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