Fu Shiyan didn't answer. He parked the car in a very remote but lively place.
People are coming and going here, it's almost night, and the sky is filled with excitement.
Jiang Shu was stunned.
She has lived in Haicheng for two years, how could she not know that this is a night market?
What shocked her was that Fu Shi Banquet appeared at the night market.
He said coldly: "Get off the car."
Jiang Shu didn't know what he was going to do, and he had no chance to say a bunch of curse words hidden in his heart.
Fu Shiyan was wearing a white shirt and black trousers today. He was very casual. He didn't feel out of place even amidst the walls covered with leaflets and the shouts of snack vendors.
Jiang Shu walked aimlessly behind him.
Walking to the end of the alley, there is a very small shop, very old, with a bicycle that was only available in the 1980s and 1990s at the door of the shop.
There is a dim lamp hanging inside.
People inside were lying or sitting, groaning, and someone was sitting in front of them and drawing lines on their bodies.
This is a tattoo shop.
Fu Shiyan walked in naturally, and an old man with a stooped back came out and smiled at him: "Ready."
Jiang Shu didn't know why Fu Shiyan brought her here. She felt her scalp numb when she heard the painful voices of the guests.
Standing at the door cautiously, unwilling to go in.
She doesn’t want to give herself a tattoo!
Fu Shiyan turned around, looked at Jiang Shu, and said two words that could not be ignored: "Come in."
Jiang Shu shook his head.
Fu Shiyan had a dangerous look in his eyes and repeated it.
Jiang Shu was really scared and wanted to run away, "I won't go in."
Fu Shiyan stepped forward, picked her up directly from the waist, and walked inside regardless of her struggle.
Jiang Shu almost screamed: "Let me go! I don't want Fu Shiyan's tattoo!"
Fu Shiyan threw her on the bed without saying a word, and with a cold face, he tied her hands and feet with ribbons and opened the curtain to block the view outside.
Jiang Shu was stunned by this battle, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt that Fu Shiyan looked like a real executioner.
"You...don't mess around!"
Jiang Shu was so frightened that her voice was shaking. She was really afraid that Fu Shiyan would deal with her here.
Someone put on an apron for Fu Shiyan, and a series of tattoo props were placed next to him.
Jiang Shu struggled twice but couldn't break free.
She was about to cry: "Fu Shiyan, at worst, can I apologize to you? I'm afraid of pain, so please let me go."
Could it be that Wen Shu also has tattoos on her body? He has angered her and wants to make himself exactly like Wen Shu!
When Fu Shiyan heard this, he moved his lips and said, "Don't go crazy, be patient."
Jiang Shu is really afraid of pain.ωωw..net
Fu Shiyan didn't care about her reaction at all, picked up the tattoo needle, unbuttoned her clothes and pulled them off.
Jiang Shu didn't understand what Fu Shiyan was trying to do. He saw the sharp tattoo needle stabbing him and closed his eyes in fear.
When she felt the touch, she was stunned and slowly opened her eyes.
Fu Shiyan bowed his head and took a needle to outline the lines on her waist and abdomen very carefully. It hurt, it hurt very much, but... the place he tattooed was where she left scars.
Jiang Shu was stunned.
That was the stab wound he suffered last time. Although Lao Sun applied ointment, it still left an obvious scar.
Although Jiang Shu didn't say it, she still cared about the scar. No girl would mind it. This meant that she could no longer wear clothes that exposed her waist.
She suddenly stopped moving. Fu Shiyan could guess her expression without raising his head, and slowly opened his lips: "Girls, scars always look bad."