Later, when Jiang Han, that is, Mob No. 1, talked about the first time he saw Lin Yujing, he would show a very strange expression.
"Just standing there in a small skirt, his eyes are as clean as glass beads, he looks like a good baby, and he doesn't match the temperament of the surroundings." Jiang Han shook his head, "I also have a fucking day."
But at this moment, Lin Yujing didn't even know his name, and his mind was full of capitalized mop number one.
Mop No. 1 reacted very quickly. The moment the pillow hit his face, he lifted the cigarette away, raised his hand to block it, grabbed the pillow by the wrist and twirled it into his arms, and put the cigarette back into his mouth with a solemn expression: "Good work."
Like an idiot.
These two idiots looked like they didn't think they were stupid at all, they couldn't wake up when they saw people, they turned their heads and waved their hands with a smile, matching his dreadlocks and big flower arms, there was an indescribable ferocity: "Sister, Sorry, our boss is not in a good state of mind."
"..."
Lin Yujing didn't know why this man had the aura of being able to say "he's not in a good mental state" like "he's mentally ill". hand, and glanced at the ass of the social brother named Shen tired who was lying on the sofa sleeping and looked as if he had passed away.
Not to mention, it's quite warped.
Lin Yujing made a rough preliminary judgment on these two people.
It's not like straight.
She nodded, wanting to say it's all right, I'll just take a look, 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 his elbow against the irascible old man who was asleep again.
Shen Juan didn't sleep last night, and went out again in the morning. He just slept for a few hours. He was in a state of lack of sleep, emotional instability, extreme irritability, and was hit on the buttocks for the second time.
He let out an irritable and deep "tsk", and couldn't sleep anymore, turned over and lay flat on the sofa, raised his hand and pulled the blanket covering his face.
For a moment, Lin Yu was startled and thought he would see a number four on the mop head.
After all, a family needs to be neat and tidy, with dreadlocks and tattoos on big flower arms, couple models, a symbol of intimacy.
As a result, the dark gray hijab was finally ripped off by him, and the social brother showed Lushan's true colors. From the appearance, he was not social at all, and he was not very close to his good friends.
It doesn't even look much older than her, he is still a young social brother.
The young social brother's short black hair was neatly cut, and he sat up with one hand propped on the sofa cushion, his head hanging down, his arms resting on his knees, and the sleeves of his clothes were rolled up, revealing a cold white and thin wrist.
He raised his head slowly, his dark eyes were narrow and slightly raised, and his eyelids were drooping at this time, exuding an aura of "I'm not impatient".
After a delay of about ten seconds, he narrowed his eyes and looked over.
Probably because he just calmed down and got up, but he didn't vent his anger so violently that Lin Yu was startled. He just frowned and yawned. He stood up: "Tattoos?"
The voice was hoarse when he was not awake, and there was a little nasal sound.
Lin Yujing responded casually, "Ah."
"Where?" Shen Juan turned around, picked up the blanket that was just covering his head, and laid it on the back of the sofa.
Seen from the back, the legs are straight, long enough to make one want to whistle, and the black clothes are a little wrinkled, and the edges are tucked into the waistband of the trousers, revealing a section of belt.
Surprised, Lin Yu glanced uncontrollably at his really good-looking ass that had been attacked twice, and blurted out in a low voice unconsciously: "This ass..."
The tone is like admiration, like a sigh.
The air was still.
Mop No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 were pressed the pause button again, and raised their heads mechanically.
Shen Juan looked back at her with a sleepy and indifferent expression.
Lin Yu was startled to feel that her voice was quite low, just the volume of talking to herself, but the room was so quiet that it seemed a little clear. The second she said it, she came back to her senses, and the moment the other party turned around, she had already reacted quickly. , when the four eyes met, she even adjusted her expression, blinked and looked at him quietly and innocently, and seemed to be a little shy: "The tattoo is on—" She paused, looking very embarrassed, "Is it okay?"
Shen Juan 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 buttock tattoo!
I haven't seen such a big storm before! !
Now that the cow has started, it is necessary and obligatory to blow it down. Lin Yu was startled, and began to look through the pattern booklets and various pencils and draft papers scattered on the long wooden table by the wall, pretending to study What kind of pattern do you want.
After all, this irritable social brother has already woken up, and she might get beaten if she used "I'll just take a look, you go on sleeping" to push him back.
"Hey," Lin Yujing pinched a piece of paper with an extremely ugly jingle cat drawn on it, wondering why there are such high-end and exquisite works of children under the age of ten appearing indiscriminately, "This is too much The dream is so cute."
Shen Juan had already walked over, and the curtain was drawn with a swipe, and the area in the corner that looked like a resting area with sofas and people was divided from the outside work area. He walked to her side and glanced: "Hello Kitty."
"ah?"
"It's a Hello Kitty."
"..."
Lin Yujing took a closer look, oh, there are ears.
All right, hello Katie.
She laughed dryly: "Is this drawn by the children at home?"
Shen Juan yawned again, the voice was nice, but the nasal voice sounded a little muffled: "I drew it."
"..."
Brother, don't lie to me, can you
Tell me, are you really a tattooist with your drawing skills
Lin Yu was silent for a few seconds, and decided to change the angle: "Then, is there any difference that needs to be paid attention to when the position of the tattoo is different?"
This question is reasonable and can never go wrong.
"Pain and maintenance are different." Shen Juan stood against the wall, dragging his voice listlessly, "If you believe in feng shui and numerology, then there is a theory."
"Where does it hurt the most?"
"Where the skin is thin."
"Oh," the little girl shrunk her neck, looking quite frightened, "then where is it less painful?"
Shen Juan also noticed that this friend saw that he was awake, so he was too embarrassed to push him back, and forced him to ask casually if he had nothing to say, and he didn't even plan to turn on the computer.
He paused, stared straight at her for a while, and then said with a half-smile, "It's the place you want to tattoo."
Lin Yu was startled: "..."
Lin Yu talked nonsense with Shen Juan for five minutes in shock, racking his brains to ask all the questions about tattoos that could come to his mind, watching the time was almost up, and heaved a sigh of relief.
In the end, the two of them had no more conversations. Shen Juan just stood lazily against the wall, and Lin Yu was shocked to feel his deserted gaze.
She didn't bother to care.
When he was leaving, he gave her the business card of the studio with Mop No. 1, so that she could come over after thinking about it.
Shen Juan maintained that posture the whole time, standing as if he had no bones, still looking too sleepy to open his eyes.
Just as Jiang Han was about to close the door, he turned around and saw him yawning and patted the door frame: "Did you steal landmines last night?"
Shen Juan sat on the lazy sofa next to him, fished a dart casually from the table, half-closed his eyes and yawned again while throwing it at the black dart board on the other wall of the room: "Life is not easy."
A small green plastic dart, covered in shoddy writing all over its body, with fluffy plastic flakes at the end, flew halfway across the room and landed firmly on the dart board.
Jiang Han took a look, the distance was relatively far away, and he could see clearly after running two steps, the little dart landed right on the small red bull's-eye, without any deviation.
"My tired master is still awesome." It wasn't the first time Jiang Han saw it, and he still felt 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, leaned over and said in a low voice, "That girl just now looks pretty."
Shen Juan glanced at him and said nothing.
"That's right, the little fairy on her body, you know, it's not the same as the one outside, it's a real fairy."
Shen Juan's gaze paused in the air, and the image of the little fairy just now popped into his mind.
It is good-looking, the legs are thin and straight, and the skin is white and transparent.
Just empty, nothing in the eyes.
Looking at him may be the same as looking at a stone on the ground, empty, with "don't care" written in the left eye and "whatever" written in the right eye, which together mean "who am I" and "where am I"" What the hell am I doing?"
A decadent young girl with a very dazed mood and a very inconspicuous loss.
In short, it's not really as fairy as it looks.
Two seconds later, Shen Juan lowered his eyes again, not in a high mood: "Don't you just like the steampunk style?"
"What do you mean I like steampunk style?" Jiang Han stroked his dreadlocks with a serious face, "I admire beautiful girls with all kinds of styles, and the one just now is too cute, like a girl who is afraid of doing bad things secretly. For a well-known child, I can hear her nervousness when she speaks."
Shen Juan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
The more Jiang Han said, the more he regretted it: "Why didn't I think of doing it just now, why did I just give her the business card of the studio, I should directly add a contact information or something, so pure and good, a domestic kitten. "
Shen Juan raised his head and glanced at him, thinking it was a little funny to repeat: "Good boy?" His eyes fell on the ugly Hello Kitty lying on the wooden table, "Just this little milk cat, if you really do something, she can make you laugh." You have no bones left."
Jiang Han felt that he was completely prejudiced against other girls, because her arrival disturbed his uncle's sleep, and he leaned to the side: "This kind of little fairy who has not experienced much in the world, Brother Han is afraid of picking up."
"Oh," Shen Juan stretched his long legs forward, tapped his index finger twice on the edge of the table, and said lazily, "You flirt."
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"Try to flirt." Master Juan drew out his fifty-meter long knife and said calmly.