2. Daydreaming about me

Yu was so weak that he could hardly stand, and begging for mercy was of no avail. She completely collapsed and quit completely, leaning against him and crying and scolding him: "Shen tired, you don't...later, Jiang Han, that is, mop No. 1, showed a miraculous expression when he first saw Lin Yu.

"just standing there in a small skirt, with eyes as clean as glass beads, looking like a good boy, not in keeping with the temperament around him," Jiang Han shook his head. "I got it wrong one day, too."

but at this moment, Lin Yu was surprised that he didn't even know his name, and his mind was full of uppercase mop number one.

mop No. 1 reacted quickly. She held up her cigarette at the moment when the pillow hit her face, raised her hand, grabbed the pillow's wrist and hugged it into her arms, and put the cigarette back into her mouth with a dignified expression: "good kung fu."

like a fool.

these two fools didn't feel stupid at all. Seeing that they couldn't wake up, they turned around and waved with a smile. With his dirty braids and big flower arms, there was an unspeakable ferociousness: "Sister, I'm sorry, our boss is not in a good state of mind."

I wonder why this man has the temperament to say "he's not in a good state of mind" like "he's mentally ill." she glanced at his hand waving enthusiastically at her, and then glanced at the butt of the sleepy social brother who was lying on the sofa as if he were dead.

Don't say it, it's pretty cocky.

Lin Yu-Jing made a rough preliminary judgment on the two men.

doesn't seem to be straight.

she nodded and wanted to say it was all right. I just looked around and let him sleep.

before I could say the words, I saw the mop number one holding the pillow in one hand, leaning the other hand to the edge of the sofa and poking his elbow at the grumpy brother who was sleeping again.

Shen Yu did not sleep last night, went out again in the morning, slept for just a few hours, was in a state of sleep deprivation, emotional instability and extreme irritability, and was assaulted on his buttocks for the second time.

he gave an irritable and low "tsk" and couldn't sleep. He turned over and lay flat on the sofa, raising his hand and tugging at the blanket covered over his face.

for a moment, Lin Yu thought he was going to see a mop number four.

after all, a family should be neat, with dirty braids and tattoos, big flower arms, lovers' style, and a symbol of intimacy.

as a result, the dark gray lid was finally ripped off by him, and the social elder brother revealed his true face. he was not social at all in appearance and was not very close to his good friends.

doesn't even look much older than her. She's still a teenager.

the teenager's dark short hair was neatly cut, sitting up on the sofa cushion with one hand, his head drooping, his arms on his knees, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a cold white wrist.

he raised his head slowly, his dark eyes slightly raised, and his eyelids drooping, giving off the aura of "Laozi is not very impatient."

paused for about ten seconds before he squinted.

probably just calmed down and got up, but didn't get angry to Lin Yu. He only twisted his eyebrow and yawned, and the person stood up: "tattoos"

voice with hoarseness when not waking up, and a little nasal sound.

Lin Yu responded casually: "Ah."

"where." Shen Yu turned around, picked up the blanket that had just been over his head and put it on the back of the sofa.

from the back, the legs are straight and long enough to whistle, the black clothes are a little wrinkled, and the edges are tucked into the waistband, revealing a belt.

Lin's startled line of sight swept uncontrollably toward his really good-looking butt, which had been attacked twice, and blurted out in a low, unconscious voice: "this ass"

sounded admiring and sighing.

the air is silent.

mop No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 was pressed the pause button again and raised its head mechanically.

Shen looked back at her, looking sleepy and indifferent.

Lin Yu felt that her voice was very low, that is, the volume of talking to herself, but the room was quiet and seemed a little clear. the next second she spoke, she regained her mind, and the moment she turned around, she responded quickly, and even adjusted her expression when she looked at each other. She blinked at him quietly and innocently, as if with a little shyness: "just tattooed." she paused, very embarrassed. "is that OK"

Shen tiredly raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

see

see how calm

is a social brother who has seen the world

is not tattooed buttocks

others have not seen

this cow has started, it is necessary and obligation to blow down, Lin Yu was shocked and began to look at the pattern booklets and various pencil drafts scattered on the long wooden table by the wall, pretending to study what pattern to make.

after all, this grumpy social brother is awake, and she may be beaten if she uses "I'm just looking around, you go back to sleep".

"ah," Lin Yu was surprised to pick up a piece of paper with an ugly jingle cat on it, wondering why such works by children under the age of 10 appeared in such a pile of high-end exquisite works. "this Doraemon is so cute."

Shen Yu had come, the curtain was pulled, and the sofa in the corner was sitting in a sitting area like

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Fang was divided from the outside work area, and he glanced next to her: "hellokitty."

"Ah"

"this is a hellokitty."

Lin Yu took a closer look. Oh, he has ears.

all right, Hello Katie.

she smiled dryly: "did the children in the family draw this"

Shen Yu yawned again, the voice was very nice, but the nasal sound sounded a little stuffy: "I drew it."

"

Brother, don't lie to me.

can you tell me that your painting skill is really a tattoo artist

Lin Yu was silent for a few seconds and decided to change the angle:" then, if the position of the tattoo is different, is there anything different to pay attention to "

this question is reasonable and can't go wrong.

"pain, maintenance, are all different," Shen stood listlessly against the wall, dragging. "if you believe in feng shui numerology, there's another theory."

"where hurts the most"

"where the skin is thin."

"Oh," the little girl shrank her neck and looked as if she was quite scared. "where is it less painful"

Shen also saw that this friend was embarrassed to send him back again when he woke up. He was forced to have nothing to say and asked casually. He was not even going to turn on the computer.

he paused, looked straight at her for a moment, then smiled and said, "that's the place you want to tattoo."

Lin Yu was surprised: "

Lin Yu chatted with Shen Yu for five minutes, racked his brains to ask all the questions about tattoos in his head, pinched and watched the time was almost up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

in the end, the two men did not have any conversation, and Shen stood lazily against the wall. Lin Yu-Jing could feel his cold eyes.

she doesn't care either. When

left, mop No. 1 slipped her a business card from the studio, so that she could come over when she had thought about it.

Shen remained in that position all the time, standing as if he had no bones, still too sleepy to open his eyes.

Jiang Hangang was about to close the door. He looked back and saw him yawning and patting the door frame: "did you steal the ground last night" Ray went to

Shen sat down on the lazy sofa next to him, fished a dart from the table, half-squinted and yawned and threw it at the black dart plate on the other wall of the house: "Life is not easy."

Green plastic darts, covered with shoddy craftsmanship, with plastic sheet furry edges at the end, flew halfway across the room and firmly stuck on the dart plate.

Jiang Han looked at it. It was quite far away. It was only after two steps that he could see it clearly. The little dart landed right on the little red bull's-eye and didn't miss at all.

"I'm still very tired." it's not the first time Jiang Han has seen it, but he still feels amazing, far away, and the light is so dim that he can't even see where the bull's-eye is in that position. Jiang Han turned back and closed the door, leaned over and whispered, "that girl just now is kind of pretty."

Shen gave him a tired look and said nothing.

"the strength of that little fairy on her body, you know, is not the same as the one outside, it is a real fairy."

the tired eyes stopped in the air, and suddenly the appearance of the little fairy sprang into my mind.

is good-looking, the legs are thin and straight, and the skin is white and transparent.

is empty. There is nothing in the eyes.

looking at him may be no different from looking at the stones on the ground, hollow, with "I don't care" in the left eye and "whatever" in the right eye, which means "who am I", "where am I" and "what am I doing".

A decadent girl who is in a dazed mood and is not obviously depressed.

in short, it's not really as fairy as it looks.

two seconds later, Shen Yu lowered his eyes again, and his mood was not high: "you just like steampunk style."

"what do you mean I like steampunk" Jiang Han stroked his dirty pigtails with a serious look on his face. "I admire beautiful girls of all styles. Just now, they were so cute. Like a child who secretly did bad things for fear of being known, I could hear her nervousness when she spoke."

Shen Yu raised his eyebrow and was noncommittal.

Jiang Hanyue felt more and more regretful when he said: "Why didn't I think of doing it just now why did I give her her studio business card I should add a contact information directly and personally. How pure and good I am, domestic kittens."

Shen Yu glanced up at him and repeated with some amusement: "good boy." he looked at the ugly hellokitty lying on the wooden table. "just this kitten, you really do it, she can make 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 aside: "Brother Han is afraid to lift up this kind of little fairy who is not deeply involved in the world."

"Oh," Shen Yu stretched his long legs forward, tapped his index finger twice on the edge of the table and said lazily, "you lift it." half of China, learning things are more or less different places need to adapt, so she has been listening to lectures all morning, but did not feel anything. The enrollment rate ofNo. 8 Middle School...