Chen Xing stretched out his finger to touch the font, and grinned at her: "Sure, I want to tattoo—is there a pen?"

The shop owner saw him smiling, his face was a little hot for some reason, he turned around and gave him a pen and paper. Chen Xing signed two short words and said to the shop owner, "I want to get this tattoo."

On the paper, "Vincent Lim".

After confirming the style, the owner went to lock the door and adjusted the sign to close. She happened to have no reservation that day, so she didn't expect a guest to improvise.

Entering the workshop, Chen Xing pulled down his pants and half-lying on a chair, the shopkeeper disinfected him.

"Is your name Vincent?" the shopkeeper chatted with him, "It sounds good."

Chen Xing held up the tablet the shopkeeper gave him to watch the video, turned down the volume, and said, "No, it's the name of the person I like."

The store manager glanced at him: "The girl's name is Vincent?"

Chen Xing smiled, didn't answer, and winked at her.

She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your scars and tattoos may not cover well."

"It's okay," Chen Xing said softly and repeated, "It doesn't matter."

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much," the shop owner felt that he was a little nervous, so he comforted him, and put the tattoo paper on his crotch to seek his opinion: "Is this okay?"

Chen Xing lowered his head and glanced, Lin Xiucheng's name was printed on his scar, it looked as if he belonged to Lin Xiucheng, which was very appropriate.

"Okay, tattoo it."

For Chen Xing, who has experienced many battles, the pain of tattoos is generally the degree of mosquito bites.

He watched the popular mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas that the shopkeeper recommended to him, and he was not bored. He also discussed with the shopkeeper how to deal with his wife and mother if he became a husband.

The shop owner ordered him not to speak, so as not to affect her work.

Chen Xingwen has two words, the shop owner's pattern is fine, and it doesn't take long. After watching three episodes, the shop owner began to cleanse him and wash the paint.

Rubbing the wound with a hot towel still felt some pain. Chen Xing stared at the letters on the scar, his fingertips were itchy, and he wanted to touch it.

At this time, Lin Xiucheng called and asked him how Qingcheng was.

"Of course it's like a fish in water," the shopkeeper took away the towel, Chen Xing couldn't help temptation, reached out to touch the slightly red and swollen edge of the tattoo, but was beaten by the shopkeeper and called out "ah".

Lin Xiucheng heard the sound and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"I'm..." Chen Xing thought for a while, "Pick up a girl."

The shopkeeper looked up at him, Chen Xing winked at her, and the shopkeeper was also very playful, and deliberately said loudly: "Baby, have you washed it well? Why is it taking so long?"

Chen Xing curled up with a smile, his muscles were tense and pulled a whole tattoo on his abdomen, and the pain caused him to quickly hold on to the shelf next to the chair, and was gently pressed back by the shopkeeper.

Lin Xiucheng brought a smile in his tone and warned him, "Don't bring my daughter-in-law back quietly."

"If you bring one back, will you ask me who I want to save when you and her fell into the water?" Chen Xing automatically took the place of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama, and his brain was wide open. She whispered to him, "Dad, then I want to save you."

Lin Xiucheng laughed at that.

The two chatted a few more words, the shop owner asked Chen Xing to stand up, and he told Lin Xiucheng to hang up first.

"You and your father have a really good relationship," the shop owner envied Chen Xing, "My father is very opposed to my opening of the shop, and we haven't been in touch for a long time."

Chen Xing looked at his tattoos in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and he was still not used to it. He comforted the shopkeeper and said, "The objection means that he cares about you. I also hope that he can object to me, but he just objected to me not eating."

The last two sentences Chen Xing said were for herself, but the shopkeeper didn't understand it, so she hurriedly stopped Chen Xing from lifting the trousers up: "No, you can cover it with your shirt."

Chen Xing had no choice but to return to the hotel in random clothes.

Chen Xing stayed in Qingcheng for more than a week. He first got together with some little brothers who followed him in junior high school. After attending Xiaoyu's wedding, he returned to London the next day because he was going back to accompany Lin Xiucheng. Spring Festival.

Back in London happened to be February 14th, the morning of Valentine's Day, the smell of sweet pink at home and abroad. When he got off the plane, Chen Xing was timid and a little nervous. When he saw Lin Xiucheng waiting to pick him up at the exit, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. After all, he secretly covered himself with Lin Xiucheng He poked and planned to plot against him, but he couldn't help but feel guilty when he met the righteous master.

However, Chen Xing is always a person who gets more and more courageous. When it comes to this moment, he will not panic. He dragged the box and greeted Lin Xiucheng: "Vincent!"

Lin Xiucheng didn't say that he was neither big nor small, he hugged Chen Xing and led him forward: "Where's my daughter-in-law?"

Chen Xing shrugged: "I'm still chasing."

"Oh?" Lin Xiucheng was surprised, "Really?"

Chen Xing nodded, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Lin Xiucheng suddenly felt a little lost. Chen Xing had a secret when he returned to the country. He wanted to know more, so he questioned Chen Xing in the car: "Is it the girl who let you take a bath that day?"

Chen Xing tilted his head slightly to look at him, without speaking, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was very elusive.

Lin Xiucheng was silent for a while, then compromised, and said, "Go home first or eat first?"

Chen Xing looked at the time: "Go home."

When he got home, Chen Xing opened the suitcase and took out the gift he gave to Lin Xiucheng.

"For you." Chen Xing handed it over.

Lin Xiu took it over and wanted to dismantle it, but Chen Xing refused to dismantle it for him: "No, I can't dismantle it now."

"Chen Xing, something is wrong with you today." Lin Xiucheng raised the small box in his high hand and placed it on the top shelf of the wine cabinet. He was much taller and stronger than Chen Xing. He didn't want to give Chen Xing anything, Chen Xing was Can't get it.