“Choose the look!” Zhao Lingzi saw that Carl insisted on getting a tattoo, and did not stop him, taking out the sketchbook to show Carl.
“So much.”
“If the look is not to your liking, it’s okay to draw a pattern yourself.”
“What do you like to tattoo, Lingzi?”
One of Carl’s epithets made the older sister freeze, as if no one had called her by her name for many years.
“Flowers and birds, fish, I like them all.” If in normal times Zhao Lingzi would have thrown him out, but the hot afternoon no customers, there is a sentence to talk to him.
“Then give me a tattoo of a flower with a bird falling on the branch and water under the flower with a fish in it.”
Carl’s words amused Zhao Lingzi, “You would like to think, I will draw a look out for you ah?”
“Trouble, just give me the tattoo directly, and I won’t blame you if it breaks.” Carl is spontaneous.
“So where should I tattoo it?”
“Where doesn’t it hurt?” Carl was still a little abashed.
“You’re so thin, it hurts to get a tattoo anywhere.” Zhao Lingzi looked through Carl at the soul that resembled and did not resemble him, how he wished it was that person who was sitting here now.
“Then the back! Don’t laugh at me if I cry out in pain.” Carl’s frowning, scared and hard-headed look of showing himself amused Zhao Lingzi.
“Does your little girlfriend know you’re getting a tattoo? Don’t scare her.”
“She… She’s not my type at all.” Carl began to feel a little bit of pain for the million, and the flash of Wang Shi Lin’s face in his mind was nothing but boredom.
“So which one do you like?”
“Your kind of ah, cold beauty, a look can send me to the Antarctic which kind.”
“I think you are owed abuse.”
Carl took off his shirt and lay down on the bed, and Zhao Lingzi brought alcohol cotton balls to disinfect a piece of his skin.
“Of course I’m willing to abuse me if you are.” Carl bantered with her.
“Wait a moment don’t cry in pain!” Zhao Lingzi put on his apron and pushed his tattoo tool over.
“Lingzi, have you ever had a favorite?”
“Of course I have, I’m not an alien.”
“What’s he like, tell me about it.”
“He,” Zhao Lingzi’s mind reappeared with the man’s face, his determined gaze as he left, “is the real iceberg, melting for only one person in his life.”
“Don’t get it.” Carl said honestly.
Zhao Lingzi smiled, pinched the needle and said, “Here we go, get ready for the pain!”
The expression on Carl’s face on the bed was magnificent.
Gu.
“Leigh Leanne, here are the results of the questionnaire for all female staff in the company, and have had the data department tally the results.” Louise brought a piece of printed paper.
“Read it to me.” Leanne was drawing designs on the computer, either uninspired or too ordinary, and Leanne felt she was deep in a bottleneck.
“Women aged 25 to 35 want their wedding dresses to hide the shortcomings of their bodies, followed by a unique color, different from the common white and cream in the market; women aged 36 to 45 want their wedding dresses to look noble and quality, followed by the hope that the overall wedding dress is not too grand, simple style but beautiful; women aged 46 to retirement women want their wedding dresses can be a little bit of the times, it is interesting that many women in this age group are mentioned old movies, can be gorgeous, but more to highlight the modest beauty of women, followed by comfort, hope not with too high heels can also be well managed.”
“Great Louise, I know what to do.” Leanne was overwhelmed. People have ages, but dresses don’t. Why not switch to models of different ages for each dress in these six new issues.
“Leanne, did your research inspire you?” Vinson pushed in the door.
“Vinson, I want to use models of different ages for each new issue, from young to old, and the last issue is going to be a wedding dress for both young and old, showing Gu’s unending vitality like the trees.”
“Our Leanne is always so smart.” Vinson praises Leanne in the usual tone of a compliment to a small child.
“What the hell, treat me like a child!”
“Leanne, I came to see you to discuss something with you, these days you run home every day, Hill and I miss you, but it’s too tiring for you to run both ways, how about this, let Little Ann move in with us.”
“Vinson, Tiny Ann’s preschool is closer to my house and …”
“Leanne, I think you’re hiding something from me.” Vinson’s earnest eyes looked at Leanne without a trace.
“I didn’t.”
“No then bring back Tiny Ann, for the kindergarten, we can find one near home.”
“Vinson, I know you like Xiao Xiao An, and he likes you too, but after all, everyone knows he’s not your child, and living together will make people gossip, and you must not want Xiao Xiao An to be gossiped about in kindergarten either!” Leanne couldn’t think of any other reason, so she used Daniel as a shield.
“Leanne, I was lacking in thought,” Vinson said after a moment of contemplation, “and I will publicly acknowledge that Tiny Ann is our illegitimate child.”
Leanne’s heart tingled, “Aren’t you curious about who his biological father is?”
“You’ll definitely tell me when you want to.” Vinson stroked Leanne’s hair. At this point, Leanne looked like a fried peacock, and everyone else knew how timid she was, except for herself.
Leanne leaned into Vinson’s arms, and for the millionth time she wanted to tell Vinson that Daniel was his son, but Leanne didn’t know if she was qualified to say the words.
“What was I like before?” Leanne leaned against Vinson’s shoulder and spoke in a muffled voice.
“Before, the first time I saw you? Let’s see, I remember you were a model hired for Gu’s anniversary, standing among a group of tall, wide-eyed, yellow-haired models, and you were the only one who was the most inconspicuous.”
“So you didn’t see me either?”
“Of course not, I saw you at first sight, other models look at me with confidence, but only you, you always stare at me when I don’t look at you, and when I look at you, you pretend to be looking somewhere else.”
Leanne listened to Vinson, who seemed to be caught up in a fond memory of his meeting with the former Leanne, and a chill ran through her body as the feeling of turtling was eating away at her heart.
Mo’s.
Owen did not work a little overtime these days, uncharacteristically on time to work, home with a reason for him to return to the heart.
Lucy lay at home but not peaceful, she eager to get married, but afraid to rush too diligently Owen suspicion, can only ask side conversations, do not know Owen is really do not hear or how, until now have not said a quasi. The good thing is that during this period of time Owen does not control Lucy spending money, before wanting to buy almost everything to buy, so the days make Lucy some happy.