He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 287 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 6

The next day, following the address provided by Li Wanxia, ​​Wen Yan wandered around several times before finally finding the legendary tattoo shop with poor service but good skills in a very inconspicuous corner.

"Addiction." Wen Yan pondered the name of the shop.

Does this mean tattoos are addictive?

Before she could think about these extra things, Wen Yan noticed a "Closed" sign on the door as she approached, with a row of small print next to it indicating the opening hours: 21:00 PM to 4:00 AM.

To avoid misunderstandings, the shop owner provided a simple explanation: "Opening hours are at midnight, depending on my mood."

The handwriting looks like the owner's own, casual yet vigorous, with a unique and free-spirited style.

Wen Yan, who opens her shop on time and checks in regularly, is truly enviable.

This boss has a really unique personality.

I felt a strange sense of curiosity.

It's clear now that no one will come; I'll come back tonight when the shop closes.

Wen Yan returned to Silver Wind Chime, opened and closed the shop as usual, and then went to "Addict," but she went three times in a row and still couldn't wait for it to open.

Weird.

Is this person no longer making money?

Upon closer inspection, the words on the wooden sign had been updated; a piece of white paper had been taped over with transparent tape: "The boss isn't sleeping well, so he's catching up on sleep and taking a few days off."

Opening a shop in the middle of the night will definitely disrupt your sleep schedule; just disrupting your sleep patterns is a hassle, just like the neighbor downstairs.

Several other pieces of paper were pasted on the white paper next to her, all urging the boss to open for business. Wen Yan thought for a moment and also wrote the five words "Boss, please open for business" and drew a cute cartoon figure.

Finish writing and go home happily.

Among the chorus of angry exclamation marks, her cartoon character stood out. It didn't look like she was urging customers to hurry up; it looked like a child had drawn it for fun.

Chen Yan paused in his tearing motion, staring at the piece of paper for a long time before finally tearing it off completely and tossing it onto the table. Along with it were scattered scraps of paper, with words faintly visible.

He tapped the table rhythmically with his index finger while scrolling through his phone with one hand. After so many days, the post's traffic gradually decreased.

After sleeping for a few days, it's really time to open the shop.

Thinking it over, he moved the wooden sign to the "Open for Business" side, pulled up a chair and sat down, took out paper and pen and sketched a few lines. The new tattoo design took shape.

Poor Wen Yan had barely left when the shop opened for business.

After resuming their regular routines, the two bumped into each other in the elevator much more often.

One of them was going to work, and the other had just finished get off work.

But they didn't say hello.

Wen Yan lowered her head and pretended not to see, but secretly glanced at him from behind.

Chen Yan looked up, ignoring what was happening and lost in thought.

An unspoken understanding.

Wen Yan sometimes wore a dark blue cloth skirt, and sometimes a navy blue long skirt, with a few wind chimes always hanging from the hem, swaying back and forth.

After a few rings, it would always attract Chen Yan's probing gaze, which was unfathomable.

At first, she would be startled, standing there holding her skirt, at a loss. But after it happened a few times, and seeing that Chen Yan would only glance at her a few times and not say anything, she stopped being so tense.

In contrast, Chen Yan is always dressed in black.

The only difference is that one day they wear a black vest and the next day a black T-shirt; one day they wear black cargo pants and the next day black jeans—their style is extremely monotonous.

Of course, what Wen Yan stole the most glances at wasn't his clothes, but... the eyes of the python clinging to his shoulder blades. The cold, bloody red made one's heart tremble, and one was always worried that they were the prey, that it might slip over and bite them at any moment.

That day, Wen Yan received an extremely urgent phone call. Before she could even speak, she heard her mother's voice, which was eight octaves higher: "Your father has gone to find you!"

what? !

"Didn't Father say it would be a week? How come they've come after only four or five days?"

Wen Yan was stunned. After going to "Yin" several times without finding him, she thought she would stall for time, and in doing so, she brought her father, this ticking time bomb, to her.

She feels very sad.

Father is stubborn and won't give up until he gets to the bottom of things; he'll probably keep dragging things out until she agrees to take the civil service exam.

The sound of Wen's mother's shrill voice still echoed in his ears: "Oh, so that's how he got money to buy tickets! Turns out he was hiding money! If he dares to hide money today, he'll dare to keep a mistress tomorrow!!"

Wen Yan opened her mouth, but this didn't seem to have a strong connection to whether or not she was hiding money.

"Sigh, Xiaoyan, your father has already saved up his secret money to come find you. Why don't you come back? Taking the civil service exam is of course the best option, but if that doesn't work, you can find something else to do here. If all else fails, you can open a shop here. I can help you look after the shop."

We've come full circle again.

go home?

Wen Yan could almost picture what life would be like after she returned home. Her father would follow her everywhere, constantly nagging her: "Take the civil service exam, take the civil service exam, take the civil service exam, take the civil service exam, take the civil service exam, take the civil service exam..."

That's how you get into the university you apply to.

We must be wary of our father's skills.

Wen Yan's head was throbbing with pain, and the thought of getting a tattoo even outweighed her fear of the pain.

She even considered finding a needle and inserting it herself.

Holding the gleaming silver needle, she felt as if she were about to transform into Rong Momo, but she was too soft-hearted to do it to herself.

Even just holding the needle still, you can almost feel the pain of it piercing your skin.

I checked the time on my phone: 21:30 PM. Dad will arrive tomorrow morning; it's really too late.

Wen Yan gritted her teeth, picked up San San and put her in the cat carrier, intending to try her luck at "Addicted" again.

If you still can't get the urge, try other tattoo shops. If all else fails...

Never mind, I can't think of anything else. Let's go first.

Wen Yan rushed to the "addictive" spot, praying in her heart: It has to be open!

Warm lights bathed the steps outside the store in yellow light. The glass door was half-open, and the words "Open for Business" on the wooden sign clearly indicated that it was the store's name.

Open for business!!!