Later, when he got to know each other, Jiang Han would show a very magical expression when he first saw Lin Yu.

"I just stood there wearing a small skirt, my eyes were as clean as glass beads. I looked like a good baby, and it was so incompatible with the temperament around me," Jiang Han shook his head, "I've been fucking missed one day."

But at this moment, Lin Yujing didn't even know what he called, and his mind was full of his dreaded mop head and capitalized mop number one.

Mop No. 1 reacted quickly. The moment the pillow hit the face, he raised his cigarette away, raised his hand to block it, and grabbed the pillow.

He turned his wrists around, hugged the pillow into his arms, and put the cigarette in his mouth again, with a serious expression: "Good kung fu."

Like a two fool.

The two fools looked like they didn't think they were stupid at all. They couldn't wake up when they saw someone screaming. They turned their heads and waved their hand with a smile. Cooperating with his dreadlocks and big flower arms, they felt an indescribable hideousness: "Sister, I'm sorry, our boss is not in good spirits."

“…”

Lin Yujing didn't know why this person had a temperament that could say "he was not in good spirits" so that people felt like "he was mentally ill".

She glanced at the butt of the Sibling Brother Shen Juan who raised his hand and waved at her passionately, then glanced at the ass of the soccer brother who was sleeping on the sofa and seemed to have died.

Not to mention, it's quite perky.

Lin Yujing made a rough preliminary judgment on the two of them.

Not straight.

She nodded and wanted to say it was okay, so I just took a look and let him sleep.

As a result, before he could say it, Mop No. 1 was already holding the pillow with one hand, putting his other hand on the sofa, and poking his elbow to the sleeping irritable old man again.

Shen Juan didn't sleep all night last night and went out again in the morning. After sleeping for a few hours, he was in a state of loss of emotional instability and extreme irritability. He was attacked by someone for the second time.

He whined and lowly, and couldn't sleep anymore. He turned over and lay flat on the sofa, raised his hand to pull the blanket covered on his face.

For a moment, Lin Yu was shocked and thought he would see a mop number 4.

After all, the family must be neatly arranged, with dreadlocks tattoos and big flower arms, couples styles, and symbols of intimacy.

He raised his hand and pulled down the dark gray blanket on his head. Brother Societies revealed his true face. He was not social at all in appearance and was not very close to his good friends.

He may not even look much older than her, and he is still a young social brother.

The young man, the short black hair of the boy, was clean and neatly cut. He sat up with the sofa cushion with one hand, lowered his head, put his arms on his knees, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a piece of cold white and thin wrist.

He raised his head slowly, his dark eyes, his eyes were narrow and long, and his eyelids were drooping, exuding an aura of "I'm not very patient".

After about ten seconds of slowing down, he finally reacted slowly and squinted his eyes.

Maybe he had just calmed down and got up, but he didn't feel angry very irritated to Lin Yu's shock. He just frowned and yawned, and the man stood up: "Tattoo?"

The sound was filled with hoarseness when she was not awake and a little nasal sound.

Lin Yujing replied casually: "Ah."

"Where?" Shen Juan turned around, picked up the blanket that had just been covered with his head, and put it on the backrest of the sofa.

From the back, the legs were straight and so long that they wanted to whistle. The black clothes were a little wrinkled, and the edges were tucked into the waist of the pants, revealing a piece of belt.

Lin Yu's eyes were uncontrollably swept to his ass that had been attacked twice and was indeed pretty, and he blurted out in a low voice: "This ass..."

The tone seems to be admiring and sighing.

The air is silent.

Mop No. 1, and 3 were pressed again and raised their heads mechanically.

Chen Juan turned around and looked at her, looking sleepy and indifferent.

Lin Yujing originally felt that he was not loud when he said this, just talking to himself, but the room was quiet and seemed particularly clear.

The next second she said it, she came to her senses. The other party had already reacted quickly when he turned around. He even adjusted his expression when his eyes met. He blinked and looked at him quietly and innocently, as if he was still shy: "Just tattooed-"

She paused, looking very embarrassed, "Is that OK?"

Chen Juan raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Have you seen it?

Seeing whether you see, how calm!

He is worthy of being a social brother who has seen the world!

Isn’t it just a tattoo of a buttock?

I have never seen any storms!!

Since the cow has already started, it has the need and obligation to blow. Lin Yu was shocked and began to look through the pattern booklets on the long wooden table beside the wall and various pencil draft papers scattered in a mess, pretending to be studying what pattern to make.

After all, this irritable social brother has woken up, and she may be beaten by saying, "I'll just take a look, you can keep sleeping."

"Hey," Lin Yujing pinched a piece of paper with an ugly jingle cat on it. He didn't understand why such high-end and exquisite works were found in such a bunch of high-end and exquisite works that were just a simplified work. "This Doraemon is so cute."

Chen Juan had already walked over, and the curtain was pulled, and the place in the corner, which was like a seated person sitting in the sofa, was separated from the working area outside. He walked to her and glanced at him: "hello    kitty."

"ah?"

"This is a hello kitty."

“…”

Lin Yujing took a closer look and said, oh, he had ears.

That's OK.

She laughed dryly: "Is this drawn by the children at home?"

Chen Juan yawned again, and the sound was very nice, but the nasal sound sounded a little dull: "I drew it."

“…”

Brother, don't lie to me?

Tell me, you are really a tattoo artist, just like your painting skills?

Lin Yu was silent for a few seconds and decided to change the angle: "Then, if the tattoo is different, will there be any different things to pay attention to?"

This question is reasonable and there will be no mistakes.

"Pain, maintenance, is different," Chen Jian stood against the wall, dragging listlessly, "If you believe in Feng Shui and Numerology, there is still a saying."

“Where is the most painful?”

“There is thin skin.”

"Oh," the little girl shrank her neck, looking quite scared, "Why doesn't it hurt more?"

Chen Juan also saw that this friend saw that he woke up and felt embarrassed to drive him back, so he forced him to ask casually without saying anything, so he simply didn't even plan to turn on the computer.

He paused, looked straight at her for a while, and then said as if he was smiling: "It's the place you want to tattoo."

Lin Yujing: "..."

Lin Yu talked with Shen Juan for five minutes in a blink of an eye, racked his brains to ask all the questions about tattoos in his mind. He pinched and watched as the time was almost over, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, the two of them had no conversation anymore. Chen Juan stood lazily against the wall. Lin Yujing could feel his deserted gaze.

She was too lazy to pay attention.

When she left, she stuffed a studio business card with mop No. 1, so that she could come over after she had almost thought about it.

Chen Juan maintained that position throughout the whole process, standing like a boneless person, still looking so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Jiang Han was about to close the door when he turned around and saw him yawning and patting the door frame: "Did you steal the land last night? Thunder went?"

Chen Juan sat in the lazy sofa next to him, took a dart from the table, squinted his eyes and yawned again, and threw it at the black dart board on the wall on the other side of the room: "Life is not easy."

The green plastic dart was covered with shoddy writing on the whole body, and there were wool edges of plastic sheets at the end. It flew over half of the room and steadily stuck on the dart board.

Jiang Han took a look and found that the distance was relatively far. He ran over two steps to see clearly. The little dart was landing on the small red bullseye, without any deviation.

"My Master Juan is still awesome," Jiang Han still felt amazing. He was far away and the light was dark. He couldn't even see where the bullseye was in that position.

Jiang Han turned around and closed the door, lay down and whispered: "That girl just now looks a bit good."

Chen Juan glanced at him and didn't say anything.

"Just, you know the strength of that little fairy on her body. She is not the same as the kind of pretending outside. She is a true immortal."

Chen Juan's eyes stopped in the air, and the little fairy suddenly appeared in his mind.

It looks beautiful, with thin and straight legs, and white skin giving a sense of transparency.

It's empty, there's nothing in your eyes.

When looking at him, it may be no different from looking at the stones on the ground. It is empty. The left eye says "Don't care" and the right eye says "Whatever you want", and it is "Who am I", "Where am I?" and "What the hell am I doing".

A decadent girl who was very confused and lost in obvious circumstances.

Anyway, it's not really as fairy as it looks.

Two seconds later, Chen Ren lowered his eyes again and was not in a high mood: "Don't you just like steampunk?"

"What do I like steampunk?"

Jiang Han stroked his dreadlocks with a serious look on his face, "I admire all the beautiful girls in my eyes. Just now, I was so cute. I was like a child who did something bad and was afraid of being known. I could even hear her nervousness when she spoke."

Chen Juan raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

Jiang Han felt more and more regretful as he spoke: "Why didn't I think about starting her job just now? Why did I give her studio business card? I should add a contact information directly, how pure and well-behaved, and a small domestic cat."

Chen Juan looked up at him and repeated with some amusing remarks: "Be good?"

His eyes fell on the ugly kitty lying upright on the wooden table, "Just this little cat, if you really do it, she can keep you from having no bones left."

Jiang Han felt that he was completely prejudiced against other girls, because her arrival disturbed his uncle's sleep. He leaned against him: "Brother Han is afraid of this little fairy who is not very experienced in the world."
Chapter completed!