Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 123

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Bowen said he would go to her house at night.

Jolene thought about it seriously, and was going to move to Nicole’s place to hide for a night, but after thinking about it, the monk couldn’t hide from the temple.

She couldn’t hide with Nicole forever.

So she went home in the evening.

When she opened the wardrobe to change her clothes, she looked at the cabinet full of dark purple, light purple, light pink, white and light blue. These clothes were directly sent to her by Bowen.

New items arrive every month, so Jolene doesn’t have to buy

clothes at all.

Bowen has a good eye. These brands are all big brands, and there is nothing to say about the style and texture of the clothes, but the colors are too light. She originally liked to wear bright colors, but later she was completely transformed by Bowen.

She looked around, and she didn’t want to wear any of these clothes.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, and suddenly looked at her long hair in a daze.

She used to have short hair, and she has had short hair since she was a child.

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She and Nicole both have short hair. She thinks her short hair is neat, and her face looks good when she cuts short hair. Nicole said that she can comb her oily hair in the future, and she has the temperament of a domineering female president.

But in recent years, the temperament transformed by Bowen has become more and more gentle, and even Jolene feels like herself.

Originally, she thought it might be because of her career, she was Bowen’s secretary, and she must dress appropriately, so Bowen asked her to dress up how she dressed.

Now she suddenly understood.

Those colors in the wardrobe, and her long hair now fluttering, are all because of the girl in the photo in Bowen’s wallet.

For no reason, she became irritable. She stood with both

hands on the sink for a while, then turned around and walked out of the bathroom, took her bag and phone, and left the

house.

There was a shopping mall across from her neighborhood. She first found a barber shop in the shopping mall and sat on a chair: “Cut your hair short.”

“Miss, your hair is very good. If you don’t like straight hair, you can get a perm. Fireworks perms are popular recently.

“Short hair.” Jolene looked at him in the mirror and repeated, “Very short hair.”

The barber was defeated and gave her a hairstyle book: “Then take a look, which one to cut?”

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Jolene casually pointed to a short hair: “That’s it.”

“Is it too short?”

“That’s it,” she reiterated.

The way the barber looked at her, Jolene knew that he must have thought he was lost in love.

But any girl so determined to cut short hair, nine times out of ten are lovelorn.

She is not lovelorn, she is to become herself, not always be someone else’s substitute.

The barber cut her long hair with scissors, and the strands fluttered to the ground.

She had long hair for more than three years and finally had

short hair.

Half an hour later, Jolene walked out of the barber shop and went straight into a clothing store.

She pointed to the red sweater in the window and said to the clerk: “That dress is medium size, and help me with a pair of jeans and a lining.”

She hasn’t worn red clothes for a long time.

She used to like red, fiery red, vermilion, magenta, dazzling, and even dazzling, she likes it all. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Coming out of the mall, she had a new look.

Back home, she saw Bowen’s car downstairs.

Looking up again, the lights in the living room at home are on.

Bowen knew the code to her house.

So, for Bowen, she had no privacy.

Everything she had belonged to him.