Not "Come?", not any question, but "Come".

Brother Si's small delicate and gentle little nerve seemed to have recovered the signal and started working again.

For some reason, when I saw these two words, Lin Yu was shocked and felt something was so sore.

She could even imagine Chen Juan's sleepy and cold look when he was saying this sentence.

Lin Yujing suddenly wanted to talk to him.

Maybe it wasn't that suddenly, when she came out of the house, she thought that she didn't realize it.

The black iron door was not locked, Chen Jue usually didn't lock the door. Lin Yujing pushed the door in, and there were strings of lights hanging in the yard. The lush green plants in autumn changed little by little, and now they looked wrinkled and a little yellow.

The lights on the corridor were on, and Lin Yu walked to the door and knocked on the door.

About a minute later, Chen Juan appeared at the door, and a black mask hung on his chin, with his eyes hanging down.

After seeing her, he was stunned for a moment before turning sideways and letting her in.

"Wait for a while, there is still something to do." Chen Juan said.

Lin Yuxing stood at the door and stopped: "Do you disturb me?"

"Twenty minutes," Chen Juan turned around and looked at her and whispered, "Wait for me, soon."

There were still a few floor lamps in the room, with the warm orange light, and there was a kind of warm dimness. There was only a room with a half doors inside. The cold white light was bright. Lin Yujing put the things in his hand on the sofa and pointed at the other side: "Can I, see?"

"Yeah." Chen Juan walked over. He wore a thin black sweatshirt, folded his sleeves and rolled them to the elbows. The muscle lines on his forearm were smooth and not prominent, with a little teenage feeling.

Lin Yujing followed him. Before she could enter the room, she stood at the door frame and looked inside curiously.

There was a bench that looked very comfortable inside, and there was a boy sitting on it. He was very young and looked in his early twenties, and he was looking at her with his head tilted.

The boy blinked and he had his arms tattooed. One half of the forearm was painted with a pattern like a Peking Opera face. He raised his other hand and waved it at her: "Hi."

Lin Yu was shocked and blinked, waved his hand at him: "Hi."

Chen Juan raised his hand, hooked his index finger on the mask, took out a pair of new gloves and put them on, and supported his five fingers.

He looked up at her, picked up the coil machine beside him and sat down, lowered his head to continue.

Chen Juan's hands are very beautiful, and they don't look so profound. At this time, he is wearing black disposable gloves on his hands, and the lines on the back of the metacarpal bones are supported. The slender shape of his fingers makes him look particularly beautiful.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were covered with low eyes, his dark pupils were completely covered, and he couldn't see his expression while wearing a mask.

Indifferent and focused.

Lin Yujing suddenly felt a little thirsty.

She bit the soft flesh inside her cheeks, and within a few seconds, she felt the salivary glands start to secrete rapidly.

Lin Yu swallowed in shock, his fingers that were pulling the door frame loosened, and stopped looking, and returned to the sofa to sit down.

She is pretty good-looking enough, and her childhood friends around her are very good-looking, so Lin Yujing always felt that she had a strong ability to resist beauty.

At least look at a boy, a man, a handsome guy of any age, she has never been drooling...?

This reaction should only occur when you smell the aroma of fried chicken and barbecue hotpot.

Men are not as good as fried chicken nuggets.

Lin Yu shook his head in shock, took out a plastic bag of snacks next to him, took out a few big mouthfuls of beer, and took a few big mouthfuls.

The door of the workshop was not closed, Lin Yuxing sat on the sofa, leaning forward and looking away, while drinking beer in small sips.

Chen Juan also makes that small move when he pinchs the tattoo machine.

The fingertips will slightly press against the tip of the index finger, and every once in a while, the fingertips will be slightly raised and the fingertips will be slightly raised.

Lin Yujing supported his head and swept his eyes from the boy's shoulder line to his narrow waist and stretched legs.

She leaned back and sat down into the sofa, lifted one of her legs and swept back and forth twice, and frowned.

For the first time I felt that I was not satisfied with myself.

Chen Juan said it was twenty minutes, and it took almost ten minutes. At the end, the boy with the tattoo straightened his body, looked out, and asked, "Girlfriend?"

Chen Juan put down the coil machine, raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck: "No."

The voice is a bit dumb.

Half of his forearm, the picture is not small anymore. It took him two days, and he had a total of more than twenty hours. Today, he didn't take a sip of water from noon to now.

"Oh," the boy laughed, "Female, friend?"

Chen Juan didn't say anything, slowly took off his gloves and threw them away, and then hooked off his mask.

This boy has been here several times before. He is familiar with Jiang Han and the others. He is also half an acquaintance and is very eye-catching and price-oriented.

He immediately prepared to retreat and leave. The two of them came out. Lin Yuxing sat on the sofa, drinking beer while watching variety shows, and also opened the bag of pickled peppers and chicken feet to chew.

Seeing them come out, she raised her head and saw the tattoo wrapped in plastic wrap for the boy, and whistled: "It's so handsome brother."

The boy grinned: "Thank you sister, you are also beautiful."

Chen Juan stood at the door, and the door opened for him. He impatiently slapped the door frame twice and frowned at him.

"Okay," the boy folded his hands together, bowed to Chen Juan, and went out, "Get out of here."

Chen Juan closed the door, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the coffee table.

One, two, three, four.

Twenty minutes, four empty beer cans.

Lin Yujing looked no different from usual. He sat on the sofa with his legs raised, watching variety shows with relish.

Very drinkable.

Chen Juan walked over and looked at her condescendingly: "Is it so easy to call my brother?"

"Huh?" Lin Yuxing raised his head, his eyes clear and he bit the metal edge of the beer can. After reacting for a while, he understood.

"Ah, then I don't know what to call him," Lin Yujing turned off the variety show and thought for a while, "Call a handsome guy? Will it look a little frivolous?"

Chen Juan's tongue pushed his lower teeth: "You're not frivolous when you call me brother?"

"No," Lin Yujing said, "I seem to be well-behaved and polite."

Chen Juan smiled angrily: "Then why don't you tell me politeness?"

Lin Yujing didn't say anything, and dried the remaining wine in his hand. He placed it neatly on the coffee table, joined the army of empty cans to become the No. 5 player, and then carried it out of the bag next to him for a dozen.

“…”

Chen Juan called her deeply: "Lin Yu was shocked."

Chen Juan felt very oppressive when he spoke in a calm voice, but Lin Yu was not afraid of him at all. He didn't even look at him. He seemed to have never heard of him. He opened the beer and heard it. He pulled out the pull ring of the can, and a "bang" sounded softly.

Lin Yu looked up at him, raised his hand and handed the can of beer over: "Drink, brother."

The moment these two words were heard, Chen Juan seemed to have been pressed by someone.

The girl has a thin skeleton and is wearing a very home-based round-neck cotton top. Her hair is loose and tied casually, like a child who escaped from home, with her exposed neck white and slender.

Chen Jue looked at her with his eyes down.

Lin Yu raised his head in shock, shook his hand holding the beer, and looked at him in the warm orange light, laughing, and deliberately said, "Don't you want it? Brother."

Her voice is light, and her personality is almost two extremes. When she talks to him, she usually has clear edges and corners. Occasionally, she deliberately speaks softly and acts like a spoiled person, which is very fatal.

For example, I just met the phrase "table deskmate".

When "please" is

And now "brother".

Chen Jue Adam's apple slid a little.

He raised his hand to take the wine from her hand, and the girl's fingers slashed through his tiger's mouth, and her fingertips were cold.

Chen Juan took the wine and put it down, walked to the kitchen, took the kettle and empty cup, and poured her a glass of warm water: "Drink this."

Lin Yu tilted his head: "Your voice is so hoarse."

Shen Jue: "..."

"I wasn't so hoarse just now, why did you do secretly? Brother?" Lin Yu said in shock.

“…”

Chen Juan was numb by her voice, grinded his teeth and warned: "Lin Yu was shocked."

The girl still looked very sober, with her dark eyes as clear as glass beads, and she could not see any signs of getting drunk. Just looking at this way would really make people feel like this person has nothing to do with listening to beer.

But Chen Juan didn't think she would call him that when she was awake.

Lin Yuxing opened the beer for himself again, and took the time to take the time to look up at him, "What are you doing?"

Chen Juan casually pulled a chair from the side, sat down, reached out, and tapped his index finger twice on the edge of the can: "Put it down."

Lin Yujing let go obediently.

Chen Juan took it over, stepped on the trash can next to it, and poured all the wine in.
To be continued...