Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 124

She opened the door and went in, leaning against the shoe cabinet to change her shoes, smelling the smell of Yangchun noodles.

Bowen can cook, but he has no time to cook, and occasionally when he is in high spirits, he will cook a sunny spring noodles

for her to eat.

Bowen heard the door and came out of the kitchen with a

bowl of noodles.

“Haven’t eaten yet? I cooked noodles, and I asked Alex to change everything in your fridge for you…”

When he saw Jolene standing in the hallway, he suddenly froze.

Jolene tilted her head back to bask in Bowen’s gaze.

She looked at him carefully, trying to see every detail of his expression.

She saw the consternation in Bowen’s eyes, he was really shocked and didn’t speak for dozens of seconds.

Jolene suddenly felt very happy.

If she had found out earlier, she would have changed herself beyond recognition.

It was Jolene who spoke first: “Bowen, what’s wrong, don’t you know?”

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Burned by the bowl of noodles in his hand, he set the bowl on the table and looked back at Jolene.

“How did you end up like this?”

“How is it?” Jolene looked at the floor–to–ceiling mirror in the living room, shouted with satisfaction, and even whistled frivolously: “I think it looks good, and it’s neat.”

She touched her short hair stubble and smiled sincerely: “I have always wanted to have short hair, I hate long hair, I hate

it.“‘

In fact, she doesn’t hate long hair, she just hates Bowen for making her someone else.

She was smiling, but Bowen’s expression wasn’t very good- looking.

The center of his eyebrows had been twisted into a knot, making his originally handsome and warm face a little more fierce and bleak.

His face, with a slightly softer expression, would make people feel like spring breeze, but if it was more serious, it would still be intimidating.

But the stinker he looked now, the more comfortable Jolene

felt.

He treated himself as a living Barbie and turned her into another person.

At that time, she will throw away all the clothes in the closet and buy all the clothes again.

Bowen took off the black apron around his waist and draped

it casually over the back of the chair, then walked over to Jolene.

Perhaps his steps were too heavy, and Jolene had the feeling that he was going to strangle himself.

He walked up to Jolene, and his eyes stayed on her face for a while: “When can short hair grow longer? One month, two months?”

“I don’t like long hair, so I don’t plan to grow it any longer.” Jolene smiled and said, “I used to be Bowen’s special assistant, and everything was according to Bowen’s preferences, but now I am a free person, and I should have the right to decide what hairstyle and color of clothes I wear.”

“What are you betting on?” He pinched her short stubble. It turned out that her hair was very soft, like silk in the palm of his hand.

Now it’s like a hard brush.

“I’m not angry, who am I angry with?” Jolene denied: “This is the hairstyle I like.”

He stared at her for a few more seconds, maybe her appearance really spoiled his appetite.

He clearly placed two bowls of noodles, but didn’t eat them. He picked up the coat on the hanger and put it on and walked out of Jolene’s house.

She stood in the living room with a stiff expression until the door closed with a click. Only then did she let out a breath. Her back, which was originally straight, softened and she slowly sat down on the back of the sofa.

Just now, she saw Bowen’s disappointed and even unfamiliar look.

Only then did she realize that in his eyes, she had always been someone else, never Jolene herself. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She suddenly became herself.

Bowen was disappointed.