Fang Qiwei sent a position on Xiao Qi 's phone on Friday night, which is the position of Zhou Gui's studio. Xiao Ke glanced, not far from him.
Fang Qimiao said in his voice: "I'll drive by tomorrow, I'll call you and you can just go downstairs."
Xiao carved back to him: OK.
Fang Qi's wonderful tone is still low: "I'll see you again immediately. Don't be nervous, Grandpa Xiao?"
Xiao Xiao: nervous P.
Fang Qimiao sent two cheesy expression packs, and Xiao Ke ignored him. In fact, he really can't be said to be nervous. He has such a personal relationship, but it is impossible to say that his inner peace is completely calm.
After all, the man really fits Xiao Xiao's aesthetics, and he's more or less thinking about looking more closely.
The next day they passed after lunch. Xiao Ke wore a pair of washed jeans, a simple black hoodie, looking young, quite energetic, and more like a student. Fang Qiwei said that he pretended to be pure and deliberately pretending to be tender.
Xiao Ke looked at him squintingly, and chuckled as he smiled: "It's not tender, it's really tender."
Fang Qi laughed for a long time with a "stunned" smile, and said, "Well, Mr. Xiao's thirty-one flower is so tender."
When they arrived, there was only a little girl in the shop, and when they looked at it, they were more than 20 o'clock. They were drawing something on their nails with one hand. She saw them and said, "Good afternoon."
"Hey, beauties." Fang Qiwei has always been active at this time. "Are we not wrong? Is this a tattoo shop or a nail shop?"
The little girl smiled and pointed to the door to the side: "The tattoo shop. But the tattoos are all there. I'm a shopkeeper. If you want a nail, I can do it for you, no money."
"Who's talking to?" A boy came out of the door, bald, buckling a peaked cap, and drew a pen on his mouth.
"Two brothers." The little girl turned to him and said, "Two handsome guys."
"Hello." The bald guy greeted them.
Fang Qimiao said, "Hey, handsome little boy, we have been contacted before."
"Oh, do you want a dog head, right?" The bald guy took out the pen in his mouth and glanced at Fang Qiwei, "Who do you want?"
"I." Fang Qiqi raised his hand, "Next."
"Well, come in and wait for a while." He punched Xiao Ke and Fang Qiwei and twisted his chin, and then said to the little girl, "Give me two cups of coffee."
The little girl yelled at the two of them and said, "You go in and wait for a while. I guess you will be free in a few moments, can coffee?"
Xiao Ke nodded: "Okay, trouble."
It was a very bright hall as soon as I entered through the door, it was very spacious, and the two large glass windows made the room full of light. A set of sofas is placed in the middle, and a wall-mounted lattice cabinet is opposite, and some books are placed, and the rest are models and decorations. Below is a long table with two computers side by side. The gaming equipment looks professional. There are also three doors connected to the hall, in addition to chairs and shelves, and various tattoo equipment.
The concrete staircase leads directly to the second floor. Xiao Ke looked up and could not see what was on it.
The little girl came in and gave me two cups of coffee and asked them to sit on the sofa and wait. Then knocked at a door next to it, just knocked and said nothing.
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RomanceMTL Summary On the night of Xiao Ke's thirtieth birthday, he shared a table while drinking. The person he shared the table with was a cool man who fit all of his aesthetic desires. It was practically love at first sight. He was thirty; he had reache...