"Is that his name? the one you love. “

Wen Xin nodded, he once told her a kind story in the bar: "Where are you going to get a tattoo?"

"Go to that chair and lie down. “

The woman took the tools and sat down next to the chaise longa: "Where do you want to tattoo?"

"Above the heart, below the collarbone. As she spoke, Wen Xin pointed to some places on her chest, and she wanted his name to be the closest to her heart.

"Okay. Sighing, the woman handed Wen Xin a clean towel: "If you are really afraid of pain, bite it if you can't bear it." “

Nervously taking the towel, Wen Xin took off his coat, which was a bandeau white top, just enough to expose the part to be tattooed.

Seeing the red-haired woman turn on the machine, she made a terrible sound before she got a tattoo, which made Wen Xin tense.

"It's too late to regret it now. Holding the tattoo thread cutter, the woman raised her eyebrows and asked Wen Xin again.

Gritting his teeth, Wen Xin still decided to get a tattoo.

It's like she's decided to love only one person in her life, it's the same mood.

Although Wenxin's skin was very smooth and moist, the woman still took out a box of something similar to lubricating oil and smeared it on Wenxin's skin: "This is a lubricating effect to avoid sudden cracking of the skin, although your skin is very tender and smooth, but precautions still need to be taken." ”

Nodding, Wen Xinzai watched carefully as she applied the lube and then covered the box.

Again I took out the thread cutter and started the tattoo.

Overcoming his own fears, Wen Xin looked at the word "thin" that appeared on his body one by one, and his mood was indescribable.

There is no pain as imagined, but the warm skin and tender flesh still feel pain, but fortunately it is within the range of tolerance.

The process is also very long, and this unforgettable feeling is just like her feelings for Bo Qing.

It took more than three hours to tattoo just one word, and when it was finished, Wen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman began to take out the fogging machine, fog and color the tattooed tattoo, because Wen Xin has no special needs, the project here is not very large, and it did not take too long.

However, by the time the protective ointment had been applied, it was already afternoon.

"Okay, after three hours, you can tear off the plastic wrap and wash the blood and plaster oozing from the tattoo area with warm water. The woman said, finding a plaster in a black bottle and handing it to Wen Xin.

"After washing, remember to apply this plaster, once a day, just apply a thin layer. Until the wound scabs over, then don't rub it off. ”

"Okay, is there anything else to pay attention to?" Wen Xin slowly stood up, pulled up his clothes, and his lips were a little white.

"Why are your lips so white, are you okay?" Looking at her appearance, the woman was a little worried.

"It's fine. Wen Xin waved his hand: "It's just a psychological effect, I feel very painful, but I know it's not very painful." ”

"Don't wear tight clothes during this time, try to dress loosely. ”

Wen Xin continued to nod, took out his wallet, and handed the woman a stack of red money.

However, the woman waved her hand and did not ask: "I don't do your business, so I should make you a friend." ”

With that, the woman lit a cigarette again.

Such a free and easy personality is Wen Xin's liking, so she is not pretentious, and takes back the money she took out: "Thank you, Mo Qiu." ”

Wen Xin had known her name for a long time, when they first met at the bar.

"Be careful. Mo Qiu sent Wen Xin into the car, but looking at her appearance, she didn't know if she could drive: "If it matters, call someone to pick you up?"

Although he felt that it was unnecessary, after Mo Qiu said this, Wen Xin still made a phone call to Bo Qing.

The call was passed, but no one answered the ring for a long time, until the sentence: "I'm sorry, the user you dialed can't answer for the time being." rang, Wen Xin hung up the phone.

Since you don't pick it up, then don't see it, stinky man, and you won't regret it when the tattoo is ready.

Wen thought to himself, gritted his teeth, and started the car.

At the same time, Bo Qing was in the middle of the meeting that was delayed yesterday because of his warm heart, and he heard his phone vibrate, but he didn't want to pay attention to it, so he missed it.

On the way back, Wen Xin drove very carefully, and he didn't dare to push too hard with his left hand, for fear that the wound he had just tattooed would crack.

I haven't eaten lunch yet, and Wen Xin is hungry and ready to find food to eat, but at this time, X City is still full of traffic, and unfortunately encounters a traffic jam.

From a distance, she saw a long line of cars stuck in front of the traffic light, and now she couldn't move forward or backward, and she didn't know what to do.

Moreover, her car is also very conspicuous, and the red Ferrari is in the middle of the traffic, which has attracted the attention of many drivers.

One of them parked next to Wen Xin was an open-top BMW, a man with sunglasses and a comb on his plane, who whistled at Wen Xin.

"Beauty, the car is good, my father bought it?"

glanced at it, and Wen Xin was too lazy to take care of it.

The person next to him had to inch in: "Yo, your temper is not small, you actually ignore people, is it too ugly?"

Ugly? Wen Xin has never heard others describe her with this word since she was a child.

couldn't calm down at all, and wanted to teach the man a good lesson from the window, but at this moment, a car behind him crashed directly into the car.

With a "bang", the BMW driver next to him was startled, and scolded directly: "Cao! Who doesn't have long eyes?"

At the same time, Wen Xin also felt a shock, looking from the rearview mirror, it was also a famous car that hit behind.

The blue Maserati, Wen Xin also felt that this license plate was very familiar, and it seemed that he had seen it somewhere.

The man who was hit got out of the car in a rage, it seems that this is destined to be a fortress for a long time.

Thinking of the vibration just now, Wen Xin also unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and took a look, and found that there were some traces on the tail of his car, but it was not very serious.

In comparison, the tail of the BMW next to it was sunk in, and it was miserable.

After the man got out of the car and saw that it was the precious Maserati who hit him, his arrogance suddenly subsided a lot: "You, you come out." ”

Getting out of the car was a man in an inky blue shirt, took off his sunglasses, looked lazy, took out a check from his wallet, and threw it in the face of the man who was hit: "How much you want to lose, write it yourself." ”

The moment he got out of the car, Wen Xin smiled, this man, she knows.

"Why are you hitting me?" The man who was hit should have been frightened by this momentum, his hand holding the check tightened, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"You say I'm ugly, I can't hit you yet?" sneered, and the man looked at Wen Xin with a smile.

"Shen Jiajie, I miss you. Wen Xin smiled and threw himself into his arms with open arms: "I haven't seen you for two years, and you're finally willing to come to me?"