Chapter 222 The excited little heart is in the purple and elegant room, with bunches of yellow lights, continuing its fantastic and secret effect. [ #_ ]

Under the leadership of the staff, Tang Kexin took a shower, wearing a white nightgown and walked into this elegant and secret room that could hide people. She looked at a purple lounge chair in the center, and a bouquet of lotus placed on the small table next to it, soaked in a transparent glass bottle. The fragrant tea of ​​roses was in the high heeled cup, emitting a little intoxicating fragrance, and there must be alcoholic cocktail drinks inside.

She was a little nervous.

"Please wait, our tattoo artist will come soon..." Work carefully closed the door, stepped out, walked quickly to the hall along the long silhouette, passed the exhibition hall, looked inside, and disappeared in front of the door.

Zhuang Haoran still looked at the crimson flame with a little incredible smile, and a sound of footsteps came quickly from outside. He could feel the person coming. He paused his feet very hard when he walked forward. He was determined and determined. He couldn't help but turn around and saw a figure disappearing at the door, leaving only the picture of long hair floating. His brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but step out of the exhibition hall. He had seen someone walking into Tang Kexin's room and closing the door.

Qingchuan was holding her small aluminum alloy box in her hand, looking at the soft girl in front of her. She was wearing a nightgown and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside the window, her face was calm and she shouted without any sensation: "Hello!"

Tang Kexin immediately turned around a little nervously and saw a woman in her thirties in front of her, wearing a white front suspender T-shirt, blue straight jeans, black hair that was long at waist, and a facial expression with such an indifferent look, which made Kexin feel strangely nervous, and her eyes blinked quickly.

Qingchuan looked at her expression, and a smile passed by her unruly face just now, with a bit of laziness, and said like her sister: "Are you afraid?"

Tang Kexin saw her change a little, and she felt a little calm inside, but she still held her nightgown tightly and gasped and said, "I...I'm a little nervous..."

Qingchuan put the box on the recliner and said slowly: "Don't be nervous. You young girls are not as exaggerated as you think. In the future, if you are dissatisfied, you can remove it..."

Tang Kexin watched her suddenly take out the tattoo machine from the box, and various fine knives. She opened the secret lattice in the cabinet in the room, took out all kinds of ink, and asked: "Have you drunk before coming?"

"No……"

"Have you relaxed now?"

"Yes..." Tang Kexin answered weakly.

"If you are too tired, it is not suitable for tattoos." said Qingchuan.

"Oh..." Tang Kexin responded carefully again.

Qingchuan looked at this picture first, then poured the corresponding ink into the tattoo machine pipeline and said, "I have taken a shower, have I disinfected it?"

"yes!"

"Lear down and lie on that purple lounge chair..." Qingchuan said...

Tang Kexin turned her head and looked at the recliner. She was still a little nervous, but she still walked towards the recliner step by step, sat down, held her nightgown tightly with her hands, and turned around to look at her.

Qingchuan was ready, so he pushed the small platform towards Tang Kexin, stood in front of her, put his hands on his waist, looked at her with a very personal look, then sat on the small stool next to the recliner, and said to her: "Turn around and lie on the recliner, don't move casually. If the lines are slightly deviated, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Tang Kexin lay quietly on the chair.

Qingchuan's face suddenly slowed down, and she gently stretched her hands to her shoulders, pulled down her white nightgown slightly, revealing Kexin's white and beautiful shoulders. Looking at the back shoulder, there was a pink scar, and the skin was very thin. She frowned and looked at the scar and said, "Isn't it easy to cover this scar? This tattoo is very likely to fail, and the color will hurt you to death. Can you bear it?"

Tang Kexin gritted her teeth and nodded.

Qingchuan looked at her again before saying, "Then it starts..."

Tang Kexin stopped making a sound, closed her eyes, leaned her face against the recliner, closed her eyes, and stopped talking!

Qingchuan fell silent, picked up the sharp knife and inserted it into the tattoo. With a button in his hand, the sharp knife quickly turned sharply. She looked at Tang Kexin's fragrant and tender shoulders slowly, and she fell down her body and gradually covered her body, revealing a trace of evil eyes, and her sexy chin gently rubbed her shoulders...

Tang Kexin's face turned red and she turned sideways a little nervously.

Qingchuan Lengyou's eyes looked at Ke Xin's pink face, fragrant shoulders, and the natural body fragrance induced by her body, and then asked quietly: "Why do you like this flame?"

Tang Kexin's eyes circulated for a moment before swallowing nervously and said, "Because...because...I have an inexplicable love, and I can't say anything, as if I feel that it belongs to me innately..."

Qingchuan's cold eyes flashed, and he kept planning the tattoo patterns in his mind. He then looked at Ke Xin's white shoulders, which were flashing with a very seductive light under the light. She did not make any sound, but suddenly lingered in the fragrant shoulders and pink scars, and gently flowed through her skin with her sharp chin...

Tang Kexin's face turned red and she was immediately a little nervous.

"Relax..." After Qingchuan finished speaking, his eyes flashed sharply, and he found the right point. Suddenly, his hands pressed Ke Xin's shoulders, and he picked up the tattoo machine next to the slender scar, and stabbed the skin.

Tang Kexin screamed in pain, grabbed the dead nightgown, and sweated coldly.

A tattoo machine spread out and kept ringing from the room.

Some things are constantly destroyed and accomplished.

Time passed by little by little.

Zhuang Haoran sat in the VIP room, lifted his wrist, looked at the time above, and had been nearly three hours. He stood up, put his hands in his pants pockets, walked out of the silhouette, stood back in the lobby on the second floor, looking at the neon lights outside the window.

The sound in the dark purple room stopped.

Qingchuan's forehead was sweating coldly, and raised his head and slowly looked at the crimson flame on Tang Kexin's shoulder. On her snow-white skin, it seemed to be burning. The golden wings hidden in the crimson flame were about to spread their wings and fly out. She smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm, looked at Tang Kexin's tired and sweaty side face, and said, "Okay..."

Tang Kexin was so tired that she was so painful that she opened her eyes quietly, then looked at Qingchuan using her double mirror to reflect the crimson flame on her back. When she glared at her eyes, she felt the excitement of seeing each other again. She raised her head a little and looked deeper at the flame, Xuxue and charming, and attached tightly to her left shoulder, so beautiful, so warm, she suddenly smiled with emotion, and tears were overflowing in her eyes.

Qingchuan looked at Tang Kexin's expression and asked with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"I like..." Tang Kexin stretched out her hand and used her slender jade fingers to sweep the red flames, but Qingchuan held her hand tightly and said, "You can't touch it now..." Lie down on Xin.

Tang Kexin was still looking at the flame with emotion. She realized for the first time that the "change" of life was so precious. She sighed deeply again, admiring the beauty of the flame.

Qingchuan put down the mirror with a smile, then gently pulled her snow-white nightgown and said, "It's OK, let's change your clothes and go out."

Tang Kexin stood up slowly, wrapped her skirt around her waist, and looked at Qingchuan packing the props. She smiled gratefully to her and said, "Thank you..."

Qingchuan glanced at her before smiling and said, "You're welcome. There are too few people who choose this kind of pattern. Today I rarely challenge myself..."

"Is that true?" Tang Kexin asked in disbelief.

"Well..." Qingchuan packed up the paint and said with a smile: "A tattoo of 170,000 is not something that ordinary people can tattoo."

"Ah?" Tang Kexin shouted in shock: "170,000? So expensive?"

Qingchuan smiled and sorted out other objects before saying, "This is the most beautiful pigment in the world, and I am also very expensive..."

At this time, Tang Kexin realized that she had been rude and said to her: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, just change your clothes and go out..." Qingchuan said with a smile.

Tang Kexin turned around silently and walked into the locker room, changed her clothes, and remembered the red flames on her shoulders, she smiled happily and movedly. She walked out of the room and saw Qingchuan still packing things carefully, she didn't dare to disturb her anymore. She pushed the door and walked out. She happened to see the long Huikuan on Huikuan, lifted her wrist, looked at the time on the watch, but she did not show impatience. She suddenly smiled and gently shouted: "President..."

When Zhuang Haoran heard this call, he immediately turned his head and looked at Tang Kexinren who was already standing on the back of the silhouette. He was looking at himself with a smile. He immediately smiled and walked over quickly, but suddenly he saw a door open again. A sexy and beautiful woman in her thirties walked out of the room. Her long hair was floating, and she was charming and charming in the bones of personality. His eyes suddenly burst into pieces. A pair of big red hearts flashed so much that it expanded and shrunk. The big red hearts on her head floated out loudly. He suddenly walked over excitedly!!

Tang Kexin also looked at him excitedly.

Zhuang Haoran quickly came to Tang Kexin. His eyes with big red hearts were blind and flashed directly by her side, walking towards the super sexy and mature beauty behind her!

Tang Kexin turned her head in a daze and looked at Zhuang Haoran who had come to the tattoo artist. She was so handsome, elegant and gentlemanly, and she screamed sexy. She heard this sound, and her chicken skin shook off, so angry that she couldn't even speak. She actually believed in this man just now and wanted to marry someone as her wife, thinking that he was a affectionate man!

Qingchuan looked up at Zhuang Haoran coldly, just nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand to twiddle the long bangs on his forehead, and his hair slid down sexyly, hanging on his slender shoulders...
Chapter completed!