Chapter 28 Chapter 28 "Boss Qiao, I'm not cheap. ...
Soon, Qiao Zhuoyi realized that he had made a mistake.
The fingertips slide across the surface of the skin inch by inch, as if patrolling the territory.
New music starts.
Boom——
First drum beat, left ear.
Boom——
Right ear
Boom boom boom——
Head, back, and fingertips slide toward elbows.
Qiao Zhuo felt an electric current running through his tailbone. The tips of his teeth rubbed against his lips, and the tip of his tongue pressed hard against his back molars. He secretly adjusted his breathing.
Tan Du suddenly withdrew his hand and said considerately, "Hot? Go outside and get something to drink."
"No..." Qiao Zhuo coughed, "No."
"Okay then." Tan Du's eyelashes trembled, and he changed his hand and covered it again.
Qiao Zhuo's breath tightened: "It's not over yet?!"
Tan Du seemed innocent: "Boss Qiao, you've got a whole arm tattooed, it takes time. I pierced your ears last time, there are more than a dozen."
"I didn't touch every one of them!" Qiao Zhuo gritted his teeth.
"But I gave it to him." Tan Du seemed to regret that he didn't seize the opportunity. The next second, he withdrew his hand and said lazily, "I'm just kidding, Boss Qiao, your skills are very good."
"Humph." Qiao Zhuo waved his hand, "Exchange."
"Okay." Tan Du leaned over and put his ear close.
"What?" Qiao Zhuo hurriedly dodged, "I said I'll hold the line."
"Boss Qiao didn't explain it clearly just now." Tan Du leaned back, slightly bent one leg, shifted his center of gravity, and half of his collar slipped down.
The little black snake on the ear was spitting out its tongue, like the first drop of blood oozing out when a tattoo needle pierced the skin. It would fall down with the slightest movement, sliding down the slender neck and disappearing into the depression of the collarbone, which was as white and warm as mutton-fat jade.
"You here..." Qiao Zhuo's voice was hoarse.
"What's wrong?" Tan Du asked in a low voice.
"Suitable for tattoos," Qiao Zhuoyi observed carefully, "choker, it suits you very well."
Tan Du raised an eyebrow: "Okay, I'll get a tattoo if I get a chance. Boss Qiao, is there a discount?"
Qiao Zhuoyi lowered his eyes: "TD customers, 20% discount."
"Hmph. Okay."
This 20% off promotion did not really trick TD boss into getting a tattoo, but it did make him pick up the habit of introducing new products.
The entrance of Guiyi is like Doraemon’s pocket, with new gadgets popping out every day.
I come to the store in the morning to pick up a bunch of snacks and fruits, and open the door in the afternoon to welcome afternoon tea. Today, after lunch break, I saw a bucket of lively grouper at the door.
"Who put this there?!" Xiao Luo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Brother, who is sending you warmth again?"
"Uncle Qiang?" Tan Du opened the door and called out, "Why don't you come in and sit down?"
Uncle Qiang quickly glanced at the balcony upstairs, put his arm around Tan Du's shoulder and pushed him into the stairwell.
“Hahahaha…” Xiao Luo witnessed this scene while lying on the railing. He went back and told his brother Zhuo about it while clapping his thigh with joy.
"This Uncle Qiang is such a child!"
Qiao Zhuo smiled when he saw the pitiful little fish. He had seen that bald, black head by the river many times. Sister Sun said that he couldn't catch many fish, so he just liked to sit there leisurely, not caring about the scorching sun. He got a few degrees darker every summer.
The original words are——
"There's a moon on Bao Gong's forehead! What about him? His face is just wrinkles. It's scary to walk around at night!"
"I heard that Old Fan is still arguing with Young Fan. The old one wants him to work as a white-collar worker in an office building, while the young one wants to open his own small shop..."
Xiao Luo is always chattering, and every day when he goes out for a bite to eat, he can hear a lot of news.
"Ten minutes to go," Qiao Zhuo pointed at him mercilessly, "Go back to class."
"Ah——" Xiao Luo grabbed a few handfuls of hair, "Okay——"
"And this fish, take it back after get off work."
"I don't want to! I don't cook, bro."
"Leave early and bring it back to your grandma."
"No," Xiao Luo laughed, "My grandma doesn't like fishy food, so fish and shrimp never appear on our dinner table."
Qiao Zhuoyi was confused. This old man was really going to give him a difficult time. Was he going to have to keep the grouper as an ornamental fish?
Or take it back and release it secretly?
"Why are you squatting on the ground?" Tan Du knocked on the door and came in, almost tripping. Qiao Zhuo raised his arm to let him support him, then stood up and raised his chin, "Here."
"So you gave it to me too," Tan Du laughed. "Uncle Qiang looked like he was going to splash blood on your wall."
What a joke! Qiao Zhuo glared at him and rubbed his arms.
"Boss Tan, Uncle Qiang would be so sad to hear you say that. He loves you the most—" Xiao Luo came out after smelling something. "What delicious food are you having today? Pudding dog?! Doesn't Sister Zhou Jue have a bottleneck period? My sister is so envious of the delicious food I post every day, and she's clamoring to come stay over during the winter break."
"Come," Tan Du smiled, "Sister Zhou Jue will do it."
Qiao Zhuoyi sat on the sofa holding the cup, his eyes dull.
Tan Du waved his hand: "What's going on?"
"Annoying." The client was satisfied with the first draft of the totem tattoo, but Qiao Zhuoyi himself was not, so he had to overturn it and start over again every day.
"Are you bothered by that?" Tan Du pointed at the bucket.
"That's one too." Qiao Zhuo relaxed his body and turned into a big fish, with his neck and back pressed against the sofa, and his legs tensed and flapped twice.
"Boss Qiao thinks those few small fish don't make up a good plate," Tan Du laughed. "Is he planning to jump in too?"
Qiao Zhuoyi looked at him dimly: "Do you think what I lack is fish?"
Tan Du made a stir-fry gesture with his hands: "I think what Boss Qiao needs is a pair of hands that can cook fish."
Qiao Zhuoyi yawned and stretched out his body: "Hmm..."
Tan Du said meaningfully: "Actually, there is a way."
When it was time to go home, Boss Qiao was carrying a bucket downstairs, but was intercepted by Boss Tan who was also carrying a bucket. He frankly told Boss Tan that he could put the fish in the two buckets into the same pot.
Qiao Zhuo gritted his teeth and handed the bucket over. "By the way, please return the bucket to me tomorrow. Don't let that old man know that I didn't eat it, or he'll really give me a slap in the face later."
Every time Uncle Qiang saw him, he seemed to be hesitant to speak. When they met yesterday, he said with a stern face that he didn't know how to call anyone.
He shouted, and the other party raised his chin slightly and breathed out through his nostrils.
It's very awkward.
Tan Du lowered his voice: "Boss Qiao, that's... inconvenient?"
"What?" Qiao Zhuoyi didn't react.
Tan Du blinked and said, "I'll go to your place and cook. Can't we eat together? I have other dishes here."
Qiao Zhuo turned his face away, pressed down the corner of his mouth, stuffed the bucket into his hand, and rode away with his head held high.
"What's going on again?" Old Guan, who was about to close the window on the second floor across the street, snorted loudly and muttered to Grandma Xu, "I still think the young man in the tattoo shop is ignorant. Xiao Tan was smiling at him, but he still had a stern face."
Grandma Xu spitted at him: "I think you, an old man, are not sensible. You always want to meddle in the affairs of young people and always say that people are not getting along. I think you just want to watch the fun, right?"
"What's wrong with being lively?" Lao Guan happily served her tea. "Don't you go play cards every day just for fun?"
"Go away!" Grandma Xu slapped the back of his hand, "Wash your hands and eat!"
"I washed it," Tan Du sniffed his palm and frowned, "I rubbed it with hand sanitizer for a long time, but it still smelled fishy."
Handling these finger-sized fish takes time and effort, but of course, they also have a unique flavor.
Qiao Zhuo finished chewing one, picked up another, stood up and said, "Come in."
Tan Du followed into the kitchen, took the stainless steel ice cube, and his brows relaxed: "It's saved."
Qiao Zhuoyi helped him turn on the faucet: "I bought it a long time ago. I haven't used it since the novelty wore off."
Tan Du held the ice cube in his palm and rubbed it for a long time, then rolled it to the back of his hand and rubbed it between his fingers.
Qiao Zhuo glanced at his elongated neck and took a bottle of ice cola from the refrigerator.
She spread out her fair palm and placed it under his eyelids, her fingertips slightly red.
"Tsk, what are you doing?" Qiao Zhuo leaned back slightly.
"Smell it, is it still fishy?" Tan Du frowned slightly, "It's been marinated."
"You do it even though you're afraid of the fishy smell." Qiao Zhuo sniffed.
"Don't you like to eat?" Tan Du curled his lips and said, "It would be bad to disappoint Uncle Qiang."
He frowned, probably because his arm brought up a fishy smell when it fell.
"Just take a shower." Qiao Zhuoyi said.
"Wash after you finish eating," Tan Du smiled, "Don't mind, Boss Qiao."
Qiao Zhuo snorted: "I'm not as delicate as you."
Tan Du came out after a while, prepared a dish of sauce and asked him to try dipping it in it.
Qiao Zhuo took a taste and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Your secret sauce?"
"I guess so." Tan Du said calmly, "I used to... like eating this way."
"Before?" Qiao Zhuo muttered, probably when he still had a sense of taste. Seeing him pick up the chopsticks, he didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, Qiao Zhuoyi casually picked up a set of clothes from the closet and tossed it to Tan Du. He then went into the bathroom. Halfway down the stairs, he paused and glanced over: "Hiss, what's wrong with you?"
Tan Duqing sat in a chair, looking clean and refreshed. He was naked, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He grabbed some clothes beside him, shook them a few times, and said helplessly, "Is this Lele's clothes?"
When the small dress was unfolded, it could only barely cover half of Boss Tan's shoulder.
"Tsk, wait." Qiao Zhuo turned around and went back upstairs to get a new set, throwing him a bottle and saying, "Apply it."
A familiar smell filled the air. Tan Du took a look and said, "Body lotion? Boss Qiao's private collection?"
"Qiao Yuyi bought it." Qiao Zhuoyi said.
"Thank you." Tan Du turned his back and was about to put on his clothes when he heard a hurried voice behind him - "Don't move!"
"What's wrong?" Tan Du turned his waist slightly.
Qiao Zhuo pressed the back of his shoulder with the base of his palm: "Don't move."
This person's back is broad, with distinct bones and smooth lines. His skin is as smooth as porcelain under the light...
What a great stencil for a tattoo.
"Raise your arms." Master Qiao pointed and continued giving instructions.
Tan Du was slightly stunned, but still did as he was told.
The muscles tensed and stretched, and Qiao Zhuoyi's mind flashed with the effect the tattoo would have on this sculptural body.
"Boss Qiao?" Tan Du asked in a low voice.
Qiao Zhuoyi's fingers, which were suspended above his shoulder blades, curled slightly. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Tan Du, be my model."
"Um?"
Tan Du put on his clothes, covering his exposed skin with the cloth. He turned around, his eyelashes drooping slightly, his dark pupils like glass beads seemed to want to suck you in: "Boss Qiao, I'm not cheap."
The author has something to say:
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My dead ex-boyfriend is here to pick me up?!
The next book I will write is "Double Dogs". If you are interested, please add it to your collection. The text is as follows:
Zhuang Liu stepped on the accelerator and arrived at Qilian Mountains. When he was still more than 30 kilometers away from his destination, his car suddenly broke down.
The wait for rescue was too long. Zhuang Liu was drowsy when he suddenly heard a voice from outside the window - "Gone."
Zhuang Liu didn't dare open his eyes. The voice sounded too much like his dead ex.
"Wait for me to have a bowl of beef noodles, Zhou Chuang. It's unlucky to leave with an empty stomach."
There was no movement outside the window again, and after a while, a strong light suddenly came on.
Zhuang Liu opened his eyes and saw the rescue team's car parked not far away. Under the cover of night, a figure leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette.
He hurriedly got out of the car and walked over: "Sorry, buddy, your voice sounds so much like my dead ex-boyfriend, I thought he was here to take me away."
"Really?" the man raised his head. "Are you leaving now?"
Zhuang Liu's feet were nailed to the ground. Damn! This is really a ghost!
(Not supernatural, the attacker is not dead)
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