Chapter 2:
Later, Jiang Han, that is, Mop No. 1, would show a very magical expression when he saw Lin Yujing for the first time.
"Just standing there wearing a small skirt, those eyes are as clean as glass beads, it looks like a good baby, and it doesn't match the surrounding temperament," Jiang Han shook his head, "I have a **** day when I miss you."
But at this moment, Lin Yujing didn't even know what his name was, and his mind was full of mop number one in capital letters.
Mop No. 1 responded very quickly. The moment the pillow hit his face, he lifted the cigarette far away, raised his hand to block it, grabbed the pillow by the wrist and turned it around and hugged it into his arms. The cigarette was put into his mouth again, with a solemn expression: "Good work."
Like a second fool.
These two idiots didn't seem to think they were stupid at all. They couldn't wake up when they saw others. They turned their heads and waved their hands with a smile. With his dreadlocks and big flower arms, there was an indescribable savagery: "Sister, I'm sorry, our boss's mental state is not very good."
"…"
Lin Yujing didn't know why this person had such a temperament that he could say "he's not in a good state of mind" to make it seem like "he's mentally ill", she glanced at the man he raised and waved enthusiastically at her. Hand, and glanced at the **** of the societal brother Shen tired who was lying on the sofa and seemed to be dead.
Don't say it, it's pretty flat.
Lin Yujing had a rough preliminary judgment on these two people.
Not like straight.
She nodded, wanting to say it's all right, I'll just take a look, you can let him sleep.
As a result, before he could say anything, he saw Mop No. 1 hugging the pillow with one hand, putting the other hand on the edge of the sofa, and poking the irritable old man who was sleeping with his elbow again.
Shen Jian didn't sleep last night, went out again in the morning, just slept for a few hours, was in a state of loss of lack of sleep, emotional instability, extreme irritability, and was hit on the buttocks for the second time.
He let out an irritable and low "tsk", and couldn't sleep anymore. He turned over and lay flat on the sofa, raising his hand and pulling the blanket covering his face.
For a moment, Lin Yu was startled and thought that he would see a mop head number four.
After all, a family is to be neat and tidy, with dirty braids and tattoos on the big flower arms, a couple's style, and a symbol of intimacy.
As a result, the dark gray hijab was finally torn off by him, and the social brother showed his true face. From the appearance, he was not social at all, and he was not very close to his good friends.
It doesn't even look like she's much older than her, still a juvenile social brother.
The boy's short black hair was neatly trimmed. He sat up on the sofa cushion with one hand, his head lowered, his arms resting on his knees, and the sleeves of his clothes were rolled up, revealing a cold and thin wrist.
He raised his head slowly, his dark eyes, long and narrow eyes slightly raised, at this time the eyelids were drooping, exuding the aura of "I'm not impatient",
Shen'er paused for about ten seconds before he squinted and looked over.
He probably just calmed down his anger when he got up, but he didn't express his anger so violently that Lin Yujing only yawned and stood up, "Tattoo?"
His voice was hoarse when he didn't wake up, and a little nasal.
Lin Yu replied in surprise, "Ah."
"Where." Shen Wan turned around, picked up the blanket that was just over his head, and placed it on the back of the sofa.
Seen from the back, the legs are straight, making people want to whistle. The black clothes are a little wrinkled, and the edge is tucked into the waistband of the trousers, exposing a belt.
In shock, Lin Yu glanced uncontrollably at his beautiful **** that had been attacked twice, and blurted out in a low voice, "This ass..."
The tone was like admiration, like a sigh.
The air was silent.
Mop No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 was pressed the pause button again and raised his head mechanically.
Shen Wan looked back at her with a sleepy and indifferent expression.
Lin Yujing felt that her voice was quite low, just the volume of her self-talk, but the room was so quiet that it seemed a little clear. The second she spoke, she came back to her senses, and the moment the other party turned around, she quickly responded. , even adjusted his expression when his eyes met, blinked at him quietly and innocently, and seemed to be a little shy: "Just tattooed on-" She paused, looking very embarrassed, "Is it okay?"
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows: "Yes."
did you see it!
Have you seen! How calm!
As expected of a social brother who has seen the world!
Isn't it just a **** tattoo!
What kind of wind and waves have people never seen!
Now that this cow has started, it has the necessity and obligation to blow it down. Lin Yu was startled, and began to look at the pattern booklet on the long wooden table by the wall and the various pencil scratch papers scattered in a mess, pretending to study Get a good pattern.
After all, this irritable social brother has already woken up, and she still uses "I'll take a look at it casually, you can continue to sleep", and she may get beaten up when she goes back.
"Hey," Lin Yu jerked up a piece of paper with an extremely ugly jingle cat painted on it, and didn't understand why such a bunch of high-end and exquisite works would appear in such a bunch of works by children under the age of ten, "This is a lot. The dream is so cute."
Shen Juan had already come over, the curtain slammed, and the corner where there was a sofa where people sat and rested was divided from the outside work area, he walked over to her and glanced: "Hello Kitty."
"what?"
"It's a Hello Kitty."
"…"
Lin Yujing took a closer look, oh, there are ears.
All right, hello Katie.
She smiled dryly: "Is this drawn by the children at home?"
Shen Jian yawned again, his voice was nice, but his nasal voice sounded a little muffled: "I drew it."
"…"
Brother, don't lie to me, right?
Are you telling me that your painting skills are really a tattoo artist?
Lin Yujing was silent for a few seconds, then decided to change the angle: "Then, if the location of the tattoo is different, is there any difference that needs attention?"
This question is reasonable and can never go wrong.
"Pain and maintenance are all different," Shen Jian stood leaning against the wall and dragged listlessly, "If you believe in feng shui and numerology, then there is a reason for it."
"Where does it hurt the most?"
"Where the skin is thin."
"Oh," the little girl shrank her neck, looking rather frightened, "where does it hurt less?"
Shen Jian also saw that this friend was too embarrassed to drive him back even after seeing him wake up.
He paused, stared straight at her for a while, and then said with a half-smile, "Just the place you want to tattoo."
Lin Yu was shocked: "..."
Lin Yujing chatted nonsense with Shen Yan for five minutes, racked his brains and asked all the questions about tattoos that could come to his mind, pinched a little and saw that the time was almost up, greatly relieved.
By the end, the two of them had no longer had any conversation, and Shen Jian stood lazily against the wall, Lin Yujing could feel his cold gaze.
She didn't care either.
When I left, I still put the business card of the studio in the mop No. 1, so that she could come over after thinking about it.
Shen Juan maintained that position the whole time, standing like he had no bones, still so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.
Just as Jiang Han was about to close the door, he turned around to see him yawning and patted the door frame: "Did you steal mines last night?"
Shen Wan sat on the lazy sofa next to him, grabbed a dart from the table, half-squinted and yawned again while throwing it at the black dart board on the other wall of the room: "Life is not easy."
The small green plastic darts are covered with shoddy writing all over the body, and there is a burr of the plastic sheet at the end. With a "boom", it flew halfway across the room and stuck firmly on the dart board.
Jiang Han glanced at it, the distance was relatively far, and it was only after running two steps that he could see clearly that the small dart just landed on the small red bull's-eye, and it was not biased at all.
"My tired master is still awesome," Jiang Han was not the first time he saw it, but he was still amazed. He was far away and the light was dim. He couldn't even see where the bull's eye was in that position. Jiang Han turned around and closed the door. He leaned over and whispered, "That girl just now looks a little good."
Shen Jian glanced at him and said nothing.
"Just, the little fairy's energy, you know, it's not the same as the one outside, it's a real fairy."
Shen Juan's gaze stopped in the air, and the image of the little fairy just now suddenly appeared in his mind.
It is good-looking, the legs are thin and straight, and the skin is white and translucent.
It's just empty, with nothing in the eyes.
Looking at him may be no different from looking at the stones on the ground, empty, with "don't care" written in the left eye, "whatever" written in the right eye, together it is "who am I", "where am I"" What the **** am I doing."
A decadent girl with a very dazed mood and a very inconspicuous loss.
In short, it's not really as immortal as it looks.
Two seconds later, Shen Wan lowered her eyes again, her mood was not high: "Don't you just like steampunk style?"
"Why do I just like steampunk?" Jiang Han straightened his dreadlocks with a serious face, "I admire all styles of beautiful girls, just this one is too cute, like a secretly doing bad things. As a known child, I can hear her nervousness when she speaks."
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
The more Jiang Han said, the more regretful he felt: "Why didn't I think of starting it just now, why did I give her the studio business card, I should have added a personal contact information or something, how pure and good, I have a small milk cat at home. "
Shen Wan raised his head and glanced at him, and felt a little funny to repeat: "Good?" His eyes fell on the ugly Hello Kitty lying on the wooden table, "Just this little milk cat, you really start, she can make you There are no bones left."
Jiang Han felt that he was completely prejudiced against other girls, because her arrival disturbed his uncle's sleep, he leaned aside: "This kind of little fairy who is not deep in the world, Brother Han is afraid to lift it up."
"Oh," Shen Wan's long legs stretched forward, tapped twice with his index finger on the edge of the table, and said lazily, "You tease."
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"You give it a try." The tired master said calmly, taking out his 50-meter long knife.