On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Jiang Shu was not surprised, for some reason, his heart softened suddenly, and the dead duck's mouth was stiff: "Do you dislike me for having this scar?"

Fu Shiyan paused slightly, looked up at her with warning eyes, "If you don't want to suffer more, just keep your mouth shut."

Of course Jiang Shu didn't want to listen to him, "Wen Yuan doesn't have a scar, why should you work hard on me?"

Fu Shiyan was not willing to answer her questions like this, and Jiang Shu seemed very boring talking to himself.

He didn't speak, she endured the pain and felt very uncomfortable, her fingers clutched the bottom of the bed.

Fu Shiyan cast a look: "Release."

Her fingers were clenched badly by her.

Jiang Shu was so wronged: "It hurts!"

Fu Shiyan threw the sponge over, "Hold on."

It's like punching cotton.

Jiang Shu had no choice but to continue pestering him: "Why do you have tattoos?"

"I learned it earlier."

She couldn't see what he tattooed herself, and she was in pain and panic, and kept thinking, "I want a good tattoo, can you draw, do you have artistic talent, I'm afraid your tattoo will be crooked ..."

Fu Shiyan turned a deaf ear and concentrated on it.

Jiang Shu's skin is white, as white as milk. The tattoo needle is slowly pierced, and the blood drips out. The extremely red and extremely white collide, and the visual experience is very beautiful.

Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled, wanting to abuse Jiang Shu, wanting her to cry, and begging for mercy with a soft voice.

"I heard that tattoos are engraved on the body because of something very important and you want to remember them." Jiang Shu paused, "Fu Shiyan, do you want me to remember this scar forever?"

Fu Shiyan finally looked at her face, her brows were tightly frowned because of the pain.

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said, "I married you not because of Wen Shu."

Jiang Shu couldn't move.

"At the beginning, I will confuse you, but in the final analysis, it was more than 20 years ago. No matter how profound the childhood friendship is, I will not remember it on the people around me now."

His tone was calm and soft, with convincing power.

Fu Shiyan continued to move his hands.

"I only owe her, but you have everything except owe."

"You trust me, okay?" he said, looking at her.

Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat, staring at his face that was very close to her.

He is very serious when he does things, his face is expressionless and angular, and his dark eyes only see what is in front of him.

Afraid that she would continue to yell, her movements were very gentle.

Close enough to see the down on his face.

She was distracted.

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course." He was concise and to the point, different from Zhou Liangqi's firm answer, although light and airy, but profound for no reason.

Two hours.

They maintain this posture for two hours.

"All right."

Fu Shiyan put away his tools.

Jiang Shu couldn't wait to jump up and found a mirror to stare at.

He tattooed a clump of blue thorns on her waist, covering the scar.

Just after the tattoo is done, the outline is still red and not very clear, but it must be very beautiful when you look at it in a few days.

Fu Shiyan took off the apron, seeing her inadvertently showing happiness, a subconscious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"What does this tattoo mean?"

"Mine." Fu Shiyan gently hugged her from behind, put down her clothes, very possessive, "You can only be mine for the rest of your life."

It was obvious that he was trying to trap her with thorns.