Song Ching-wan was on her way to the airport to pick up Houston.
More than half a month had passed, and Hughes had finally taken care of all the matters in M Country. If nothing unexpected happened, he would not go abroad for a long period of time.
If not for this, Song Ching-wan would have come over to help the little girl comb her hair, and she would not have sent a text message to Lu Junhan.
Lu Junhan put away his phone, and his eyes were a little gloomy and imperceptible.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the little girl who was drinking milk enthusiastically, and even her bright red lips had become a chicken's beak.
His eyes swept over her messy hair, and his thin lips pursed slightly. Finally, he turned to Chen Shuo and said,
"Go down and find a woman."
Under Chen Shuo's astonished gaze, Lu Junhan paused and added, "Someone who can comb her hair."
Chen Shuo followed Lu Junhan's gaze and saw the little girl with disheveled hair. His frightened and astonished expression slowly faded.
He thought that Young Master Lu's iron tree blossomed today, and it was rare for him to pick a woman.
It turned out that he wanted someone to comb Little Miss' hair.
But the next second, Chen Shuo shook his head and said,
"Young Master Lu, I'm afraid that won't do. When Little Miss was on TV before, many people in our company were her fans. And when you brought her up just now, the people in the company, especially the women, looked as if they wanted to eat Little Miss up. They even scrambled to please her openly and secretly. If they knew that you asked them to come up and comb Little Miss' hair, I'm afraid … "
Of course, there was the most important point that Chen Shuo did not mention.
Little Miss did not have a mother, and the position of Mrs. Lu was now empty. It was inevitable that many people in the company were eyeing this position.
Young Master Lu was difficult to get close to and please, but now that there was Little Miss, it was undoubtedly a shortcut, and everyone would seize this opportunity.
Moreover, if he really went down and called a woman up, and if he called a younger and prettier woman, it was hard to guarantee that this person would not have any evil thoughts and use the opportunity of combing Little Miss' hair to get close to Young Master Lu.
If he was older, he would be in his fifties.
Young Master Lu had never taken the initiative to approach women in the past. Now that he had approached her, he immediately addressed her as an auntie who was in her fifties and had even given birth to a child.
Even if Chen Shuo said that he wanted her to comb the little girl's hair.
However, the others in the company didn't think so. They only thought that Young Master Lu must have some weird fetishes. No wonder he kept saying that he didn't like women. It wasn't that he didn't like women, but that he didn't like women who were too young and beautiful!
In short, no matter what, as long as they went down to call for help, it would bring endless trouble.
Lu Junhan obviously thought of this as well, so she didn't say anything more.
On the other hand, Chen Shuo thought for a moment and suggested:
"Young Master Lu, I remember that many of the secretaries have children at home."
Moreover, the secretaries were all men. No matter what, they were more suitable than going down to find a woman. "Two or three of them even have daughters who have been in primary school for several years. They should know how to comb hair. Why don't I call them over?"
Chen Shuo actually wanted Young Master Lu to comb his own hair. After all, didn't Little Miss say before that her father, Ye Heng, knew how to comb hair? His hair was very beautiful.
However, on second thought, the current Young Master Lu had lost his memory.
Previously, when he helped Little Miss comb her hair on the show, he combed her hair for nearly half an hour. Her two ponytails were still crooked and loose, and she couldn't be seen at all.
Combing hair was really too difficult for the current Young Master Lu.
It was more reliable to look for the secretaries.
"No need." However, Lu Junhan directly refused. "Find me a comb. I want a new one. "
In the washroom on every floor, there was a large box of new disposable combs. They were specially provided for the company's employees. There were also disposable slippers, shower gel, hand sanitizer, and accessories.
It was about time.
Chen Shuo didn't take much time to bring the comb over. "Young Master Lu, you want to comb Little Miss personally …"
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