He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 286 The Cold-Faced Handsome Guy Downstairs Enters My Dream 5

Words have emotions, especially when a post is filled with exclamation marks; you can feel the poster's overwhelming excitement even through the screen!

Thus, without Chen Yan's knowledge, he became famous.

The shops in the deep alley have very few customers; those who come are mostly recommended by other customers. It's unclear where this group of people came from.

They didn't have tattoos, but they took pictures with their phones, thinking they were hiding it well. In fact, their sneaky behavior had already written "suspicious" on their foreheads.

Even worse, the flash was left on, and the blinding white light made his hand holding the needle tremble, and his masked face instantly turned as if it had been chilled to the bone.

A hint of malice flashed across Chen Yan's brows as he gripped the coloring needle tightly, his eyes piercingly fixed on the girl holding up her phone.

Li Wanxia's voice was hesitant, growing weaker and weaker as she spoke: "I'm... I'm sorry, I forgot to turn it off."

She's a street photography blogger who earns traffic by photographing all sorts of handsome men and beautiful women. A few days ago, she stumbled upon this post and decided to try her luck, without even bringing her camera.

She didn't have high hopes, since there are too many misleading photos online, but this man caught her eye and her intuition told her that she was going to expose him.

He immediately took out his phone and started taking pictures.

I never expected to bother them.

Occupational diseases.

Seeing that the man had finally stopped, Li Wanxia quickly seized the opportunity: "Sorry, handsome, I made a mistake just now. Can I take some pictures of you? Don't worry, my skills are guaranteed. You can check out my account."

He then opened the software and started searching.

"Delete it." Chen Yan said calmly, not even paying attention to her searching, and quickly and accurately inserted the needle into the customer's skin to carefully crochet flowers.

Li Wanxia looked embarrassed but didn't want to give up. She clasped her hands together and pleaded, "The shoot won't take long, just a few minutes, please, handsome!"

"No photos." Chen Yan remained indifferent, determined not to be interested in taking pictures, focusing solely on his tattoo.

The tattooed man, who had been lying on the chopping block like meat for half a day, saw tears welling up in Li Wanxia's eyes and scratched his head, trying to comfort her:

"Hey girl, how about I take some pictures for you later? Mr. Chen still has work to do."

Li Wanxia looked at her rosy-cheeked, honest older brother, then at her aloof, impatient boss, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Undeterred, he said, "Boss, is it really not possible? I can wait until you finish the tattoo."

Seeing the situation, the kind-hearted older brother touched the tip of his nose and decided not to make trouble anymore.

Mr. Chen is a cold-hearted man; this girl is likely to cry if she falls for him.

Chen Yan took off his gloves and said to his elder brother, "Wait a moment."

He then stood up, and the menacing aura emanating from him made Li Wanxia truly realize that the man opposite her was not someone to be trifled with.

Her legs went weak, and she took a step back, her words slurred:

"I I I..."

"I'll say it again, delete it." Chen Yan hated being photographed. When facing a girl who might have his picture, his eyes were no different from obsidian that had been tempered with ice, devoid of any warmth. He glanced at her coldly, neither flickering nor turning, casually pressuring her.

Those who know him know this.

This is a sign that anger is brewing.

Finally, Li Wanxia shakily accepted the tissue from the kind-hearted older brother, deleted the photos, casually wiped her eyes, and ran away.

Chen Yan sat down again, slowly picked up the round needle, and was completely unaffected.

The older brother clicked his tongue: "Boss Chen, you're made of iron. You don't know how to cherish women. It's just a photo. The girl took it, so be it. Consider it as getting you customers."

"I don't take photos, and I don't need to solicit customers." Chen Yan's voice was still cold, but thankfully it didn't have the same oppressive feeling as before.

The older brother thought so too. Those who come to Boss Chen's place are all regular customers who refer others. They are there for the technique, not for the service or to attract customers.

"He could easily make a living off his looks, but he chooses to rely on his skills." The older brother's gaze swept over Chen Yan's face, filled with regret.

"If I had Boss Chen's face and physique, I could easily hire any girl I wanted to film dozens of sets of videos. If I became famous, I'd start live streaming, and I'd be set for life..."

Perhaps the daydream was too enjoyable, and the older brother was amused by his own thoughts.

Chen Yan listened calmly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

One person was engrossed in boasting, while the other focused on tattooing; the scene was surprisingly peaceful.

After the tattoo was finished, the man admired himself in the mirror, his satisfaction evident on his face: "Boss Chen's skills are superb! No wonder regular customers recommend him to others. Wait a minute, I'll recommend him to you too."

Turning around, he saw Chen Yan had already hung up the "Closed" sign and asked in confusion, "You're closing now? Weren't you always tattooing all night before?"

"I'll rest for a few days to recuperate," Chen Yan explained.

"I see." The kind-hearted older brother saw that Chen Yan's dark circles were indeed severe, so he didn't say anything more, just told him to get some rest and then left.

After quickly tidying up, Chen Yan returned to the hotel, collapsed onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

The next day, as dawn broke.

Wen Yan stayed in bed for a while and didn't arrive at the store until after nine o'clock to open for business.

As usual, I opened the cat carrier and let San San out. She changed into a dark blue linen dress, tied on a bell apron, and started working.

When there aren't many people around, it's the perfect time to clean. The bells on the aprons clink together, making a crisp tinkling sound, which, combined with the tunes hummed by young girls, adds a touch of youthful energy.

"Meow, welcome."

The lucky cat at the door meowed, and Wen Yan looked up with a warm smile:

"Hello, sir! What would you like to do for me?"

Li Wanxia glanced down at her phone, then looked up to check the store name: "Silver Wind Chime".

This is definitely the place.

This is a niche online celebrity shop on potato, and I heard the owner is a young and beautiful lady.

Girls definitely want to have nice photos taken!

Thinking it over, Li Wanxia walked confidently into the store, and then her eyes widened.

The girl in the dark blue linen dress across from her smiled at her. Her small, delicate face had a pair of dimples that were as sweet and intoxicating as peach wine. Her eyes were bright and moist, and her smile seemed to melt hearts.

Li Wanxia clutched her pounding heart.

Wow! She's a sweet girl!

She's an incredibly sweet and adorable girl!!

"Meow meow meow~" Li Wanxia looked down: She also has a super cute cat!!!

Wen Yan was greeting the guest earnestly, but noticing that the guest seemed distracted, she came over and waved her hand uncertainly in front of her face.

"Sister, are you going to do it yourself?"

"Ah, right, right, right!" Li Wanxia came to her senses, hadn't heard clearly, and asked again, feeling embarrassed.

Wen Yan told her in a good-natured manner.

She waved her hand sheepishly, "No, I'm a street photography blogger. These are photos I took before. I apologize for bothering you. May I take some photos for you?"

Li Wanxia was afraid of being rejected, so she gripped the camera nervously.

Wen Yan took her phone, looked at her previous works, and exclaimed in surprise, "You have over two million followers! That's amazing!"

Who doesn't like genuine exaggeration?

Li Wanxia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pointed out a small section with her index finger and thumb: "No, it just happened to capture a tiny bit of traffic."

Wen Yan agreed to take photos, and since there was no one in the shop at the moment, she took off her apron. Li Wanxia stopped her, saying, "This apron is very pretty, let's take a picture together!"

"it is good."

“Here, hold this cat.” Li Wanxia pointed to San San on the ground.

San San was very intelligent and seemed to understand. After receiving Wen Yan's nod, it quickly jumped onto his shoulder and lay down. Its emerald green vertical pupils gleamed with a ghostly light, like the most mysterious attendant beside a divine messenger.

That's what it feels like.

The priestess of the ancient divine village and her attendant, the ghost cat.

Li Wanxia quickly took several photos. Her aura was completely different when she was shooting; she was more assertive and demanded that the model be reproduced one-to-one according to her requirements.

Fortunately, she was highly professional and the photos were good. Wen Yan was good-natured and followed her request to change a few poses.

More than two hours had passed since the filming began.

A few customers came into the store on the way out, and Wen Yan greeted them briefly. The whole morning was spent filming.

Seeing that Li Wanxia still seemed to want to take more photos, Wen Yan, who was exhausted, said, "Miss, let's take a break first."

Li Wanxia checked her phone and saw that it was past 1 a.m. She had actually been taking pictures of someone for four hours!

I felt really embarrassed.

Thinking of making up for it, he wandered around the store, bought a few small bells, and, at someone's suggestion, also picked up a silver ring.

Wen Yan explained very patiently.

Li Wanxia felt embarrassed, sighed, and was indignant at the same time:

"Girls are definitely kind-hearted! What good is a good tattoo artist, no matter how skilled he is? If I were a customer, I wouldn't even go there!"

"A tattoo artist?" Wen Yan asked curiously.

"Yes, it was my fault, I forgot to turn off the flash when I took pictures of people..." Li Wanxia started talking and quickly recounted the whole story.

"Although I'm not entirely wrong either, and although he's skilled, how could he be so cold-hearted! He works in the service industry! If he's cold and nasty, no matter how handsome he is, he'll be a cold, stinky rock and will never find a girlfriend!"

Wen Yan gleaned two key words from all the complaints: tattoo artist and good skills.

So she pursed her lips, conflicted: the internet says that the better the technique, the less it hurts. Wanxia had just given that tattoo artist a piece of her mind, and even criticized the face that was originally going to be photographed, but she was very satisfied with his technique.

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Wanxia, ​​where is that tattoo shop?"