Looking at the contractor with some gratitude, Meng Fan turned around and walked into the dormitory, took off his clothes, got into the temporary wooden shed, and took a cold shower.

Since it was summer, I showered every day, and I didn’t have much on my body, just some sweat, so I just washed it off.

When I returned to the dormitory, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for clothes, but I found that I didn’t even have any good clothes. In desperation, I had to put on the colorful pants I just bought yesterday, a fat T-shirt with skulls on it, and people on my feet.

He put on his flip-flops, held a cigarette in his mouth, and walked swaying outside the construction site.

This is the Binjiang City Development Zone, a suburb of Binjiang. It is surrounded by construction sites. I don’t know if the Binjiang Municipal Party Committee and Government are trying to improve their political performance, or if they really need large-scale development. In short, the places that can be seen are all places where steel bars are stationed.

Concrete trucks and trucks pulling sand came one after another in an endless stream, kicking up dust and emitting black smoke, making the surrounding green leaves and flowers dark.

Meng Fan held his cigarette in his mouth and smoked it. He looked left and right. He really didn't know which barber shop to go to. The proprietress of each barber shop was looking at him eagerly, and she also pretended to be human and animal.

Harmless and very enthusiastic.

Maybe this expression can deceive others, but it can't deceive Meng Fan. Damn it, I follow a group of coworkers out every night. If you don't understand these old ladies, don't get involved.

This looks like a barber shop, but this is just a sign on the outside. Sheep heads are hung and dog meat is sold. Every night, when I come to this alley, I can hear gasps and groans. What kind of garbage is the most in the trash cans in this alley?

, toilet paper and condoms, these are the results of a hard day's work and the owner of this barber shop.

Meng Fan, a twenty-year-old boy, has made many aunts salivate in the middle of the year. These aunts were veterans of the glamorous scene back then. Because they were older and could not recruit big money, they had to start a new business, rely on their own efforts, and charge fees.

?, ranging from five hundred to fifty or twenty.

Watching the aunts in barber shops wearing translucent clothes walking towards him, their steps getting faster and faster, getting ready to rob, Meng Fan shivered with fright, and subconsciously got into the newly opened barber shop.

in the store.

"Want a haircut?!" As soon as he entered the door, before he could recover, a pure voice came.

Meng Fan turned around and was stunned: "It's you?!"

The girl was also surprised and said: "Meng Fan?! Are you not at work?"

"Forget it, let's get a haircut first. Damn it, these old ladies outside saw me like a wolf seeing a sheep. They scared me so much that I just ran in." Meng Fan sat aside depressedly.

The woman couldn't stop giggling. She also knew something about this place: "No way, what about women? Just like men, old cows eat young grass, and old grass can also snatch calves."

As the girl spoke, she washed Meng Fan's hair. She finished washing Meng Fan's hair in just a moment.

Returning to the swivel chair and getting ready to get a haircut, Meng Fan suddenly remembered something and turned to stare at the girl without saying a word for a long time.

The girl looked a little confused when Meng Fan looked at her. She blinked and looked at herself. Don't you think there's something wrong with her?!

"You're not going to do this anymore, are you?"

Finally, Meng Fan slowly expressed his doubts and changed the topic: "But it's okay. If this is the case, I will come to support you every day."

The woman was about to put a towel around Meng Fan. When she heard this, a white towel was pulled over directly: "****, who do you think I am? Even if I want to do this, I won't do it.

Damn here, they are all a bunch of old men. They are stinking. They lie on people like dead pigs. When they are done, they will give you at most fifty yuan. I have never seen any money, have you? I am so young. I want to do it.

I also want to go to the city, which is definitely a red card.”

"Haha, you know a lot, but you don't know many postures, so it's useless." Meng Fan was very professional, with a very realistic mouth, and looked at the girl regretfully.

The girl smiled. The two of them had made too many jokes like this. It was commonplace: "By the way, why didn't you go to work? Are you a miner again?!"

"Miner Mao, damn, who do you think I am? I have good news for you. The boss of the company went to our construction site to recruit drivers, and my brother was lucky enough to be chosen."

"Really or not? Okay, Meng Fan, don't forget me when you post this in the future?!" the girl said with a cheerful smile.

Meng Fan chuckled, raised his eyes to look at the girl, then stretched out his hands to take the girl into his arms, and said with a smile: "Actually, I haven't eaten meat for many days, Yingying, you know."

The girl gave a sweet cry, slapped Meng Fan, and stood up: "I'm at work, be honest..." Then she gave Meng Fan a good haircut.

The girl's name is Feng Yingying, and she is Meng Fan's female friend in a nearby factory (note: she is a female friend, not a girlfriend). The process of how the two met is amazing. Meng Fan met Feng Yingying because of his ex-girlfriend.

Feng Yingying is outgoing, playful, and informal. At first, she and Meng Fan were just friends, but as time went on, the two became ambiguous. Because of this, Meng Fan's girlfriend broke up with Meng Fan and ended up with Feng Yingying.

break.

However, the two of them didn't mind this and just did whatever they wanted. However, they still didn't have a relationship, it was just ambiguous. Meng Fan sometimes hugged each other. Feng Yingying was not used to it at first, but later, she seemed to have become accustomed to it.

You can hit Meng Fan twice at most and everything will be fine, you know.

After a while, Meng Fan's long hair, like an ox's tail, was cut into short pieces. Feng Yingying patted Meng Fan's head: "Come here and wash it..."

Meng Fan walked over and sat next to the sink. Feng Yingying rubbed Meng Fan's hair and said, "Is your boss a man or a woman? Why did you come to your construction site to recruit a driver?"

Meng Fan put his head in the sink, unable to open his eyes, and said directly: "She is quite beautiful, and her figure is even better. Damn, I almost have a nosebleed just by looking at her."

The muscles on Feng Yingying's face twitched a little, but she quickly returned to normal: "From now on, if you drive for her every day, you are not allowed to have nosebleeds every day!?"

Meng Fan stood up, wiped his wet hair with a towel, walked over with a smile, and hugged Feng Yingying in his arms: "Even if it's because of her nosebleed, it's not as good as because of your loss of sexual control, right?!"

Feng Yingying was shocked by the sudden thrust, and cursed: "Go away, be honest, I'm still working..."

She had just washed her hair and the air conditioner was still on in the room. Meng Fan picked up Feng Yingying and walked towards the bedroom. Feng Yingying became nervous. Although she and Meng Fan were used to this, they had no relationship at all.

At most they are just good friends. Although I have some interest in Meng Fan, she is still a girl after all.

He slapped him repeatedly and said, "Meng Fan, what are you doing? I'm at work, and someone will come soon..."

This was an ambiguous statement, but any normal man would understand its meaning. Meng Fan threw Feng Yingying onto the bed, then turned around and walked into the hall, took out the "Suspension of Business" sign, hung it outside the door, and closed the door.

, hurried back to the room.

Without saying a word, they took off their clothes, and then a "thumping" sound came from the bedroom. After a long time, the two of them took a deep breath at the same time, and everything stopped.

Feng Yingying looked at Meng Fan infatuatedly and laughed at herself: "I don't know why? I never thought about rejecting you. When you broke up with Xu Na (Meng Fan's ex-girlfriend), I was very happy.

, Really. Meng Fan, I'm sorry, I... I may have fallen in love with you..."

Meng Fan was smoking a cigarette. He was depressed, not because of anything else, but because the bed was stained with blood like plum blossoms. When Feng Yingying said this, he shook his head in confusion: "This line seems to be said by a man. It's just that

I didn’t expect that this was your first time?!”

Feng Yingying grinned and said indifferently: "Isn't it unexpected? Everyone thinks that a girl like me must have been fucked by someone before, but this is my first time, eldest sister. Meng Fan, can you promise me something?!"

Feng Yingying endured the pain in her lower body and returned to her carefree look.

"What's up?"

Meng Fan felt a little guilty. After all, this girl was very innocent. Although others couldn't see it, Meng Fan understood him.

Feng Yingying took out a pattern from under the pillow. It was a tattoo pattern. All the barber shops here do this. They do both haircuts and tattoos, but the skills are poor and messy.

Seeing this, Meng Fan couldn't help but frown: "What are you doing? Tattoo?!"

Feng Yingying smiled mysteriously: "Here, I think your tattoo will look very good. Promise me, the pattern is not big, so why don't you get it?!"

Meng Fanteng sat up suddenly: "Sister, are you kidding? This thing is very painful, and it still won't fall off for the rest of your life. Only a fool gets this tattoo?!"

But Feng Yingying was still reluctant, and suddenly she became serious, without any intention of joking: "I gave you the most important thing in my life, can't you even get a tattoo for me once?"

Meng Fan understood that for some women, the first time was not worth mentioning, but for other women, it was extremely important, no different from life. Feng Yingying did this for herself. Meng Fan was very moved, but moved all the same, but

This fucking thing hurts so much, and it's like a birthmark that will never come off for the rest of my life. It's like a dog-skin plaster stuck to my body.

"No, Yingying, see if you can change the way of giving. This thing is really... really... too..."

Meng Fan couldn't speak anymore, because she saw that Feng Yingying's face was gradually changing, and she seemed to be crying. Yes, she was crying, one drop, two drops, three drops... Suddenly, there was a sound, and Meng Fan trembled quickly: "

Okay, okay, eldest sister, I will tattoo, I will tattoo..."

Feng Yingying also stopped crying and smiled instead: "Get down..."

Meng Fan lay on the bed depressedly, exposing his back to her.

Feng Yingying put the pattern on Meng Fan's back and shoulders, soaked it with water, then peeled off the film on it, and the pattern was printed on it. Then, Feng Yingying took out the tattoo machine, plugged it in, and said "Woooo..."

With a spinning sound, it began to scratch towards Meng Fan's back.

Meng Fan gritted his teeth and prepared himself mentally. The needle of the tattoo machine rotated and slowly penetrated into Meng Fan's skin. Finally, the needle of the tattoo machine penetrated, but it was not very painful. Gradually, Meng Fan relaxed.

, the blood slowly flowed out and stained the pattern.

At this moment, something strange happened. The pattern started to rotate on its own, and there was a sharp pain in his back. Meng Fan jumped up from the bed, and lay on the bed again with a cry of "Ah--", rolling hard like a bird.

It was like the tiger was eating itself alive, and I was in severe pain all over my body.

Feng Yingying was shocked. Although she had never tattooed anyone else, at least she knew it wouldn't hurt so much.

Meng Fan was no longer under his control. He was sweating profusely. He was holding his shoulder with one hand, as if he was being swallowed by something. The muscles and veins all over his body were in severe pain: "Ah... Yingying... this is...

What...what..."

Feng Yingying was so frightened that she couldn't help but cry. Seeing Meng Fan sweating profusely in pain and the muscles all over his body tense, she subconsciously covered her mouth and couldn't say a word. Finally, Meng Fan fainted.

However, something strange happened. The unicorn on the pattern seemed to be alive. It imprinted itself on Zhou Shuai's body. The blood began to spread, and the unicorn pattern seeped into Zhou Shuai's body bit by bit.
Chapter completed!