Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 190 The Extraordinary Jiang Erye and His Sharp Heart (43)

Jiang Yan stopped in response, and helped her up with a nervous face and looked carefully: "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital now?"

Shen Ci'en shook his head, waved his hand away, and pointed to the shop on the side of the road: "I'm not that fragile. I told you to stop because I don't want to buy a ring. I want to get a tattoo, so here it is."

Jiang Zhuo was stunned: "A tattoo?"

Shen Ci'en looked at the opposite shop excitedly: "Yes, tattoo, tattoo one on my hand, whether gold and silver are brought to life or not, it is still reliable to tattoo on the body, even if I die, it is me What is mine is mine, and no one can take it away..."

Jiang Zhuo suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, frowning inwardly, and his tone was cold.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Shen Ci'en shrugged and stopped.

Jiang Zhuo found a spot on the side of the road to park, and held the umbrella over her head to take her out of the car. Shen Ci'en was afraid that he would only care about her and then drench himself, so he deliberately walked very close to him.

When the two entered the shop, the tattoo artist only looked up, and felt that the whole shop seemed to be shining brightly.

These two people are really good-looking, and they look so well-matched. For those who have artistic pursuits in aesthetics, just looking at them is a kind of enjoyment.

After Shen Ci'en told her needs, the tattoo artist found a bunch of drawings for her. She didn't think it was good-looking. She frowned and chose for a long time, but she couldn't do it. Finally, she asked the tattoo artist to bring her a pen and paper. I drew a pattern myself.

"That's it!"

After drawing the picture, Shen Ci'en waved his small hand, his eyes showed excitement, and he looked at the tattoo artist.

"Is it difficult?"

The tattoo artist shook his head: "Are you kidding, I'm a professional!"

Shen Ci'en smiled happily and held out his hand.

Jiang Zhuo also grabbed her hand back at the same time, and then handed out his own.

"I'll try to see if it hurts first. You have the chance to regret it at any time during the process."

Shen Cien hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't, Jiang Meiren, after I leave, you will have to remarry and have children sooner or later. When you buy a wedding ring, people will see such marks on your hands. What's the matter?"

She wanted to take his hand back: "I'll do it myself. If you want a ring, we'll go directly to the jewelry store to buy one later."

Jiang Zhuo remained motionless, but his voice was tinged with cynicism.

"Marry a wife and have children? Shen Ci'en, do you really think that without you, it is possible for me to live such a life in the future?"

He sneered: "You..."

Shen Ci'en sighed, stealing his words: "I'm so ruthless."

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Shen Ci'en: "Jiang Zhuo, at this point, I want to persuade you, don't make things difficult for me, I'm really ruthless, ruthless to you, and cruel to myself, since you know, why bother to be so persistent , embarrassing me, and embarrassing yourself?"

Jiang Zhuo dragged her aside with a sullen face, and whispered a word in her ear.

"Because I owe you."

He just put his hand in front of the tattooist with an unfriendly expression on his face, and said in a cold voice: "What are you still doing? Tattoo!"

The tattooist was taken aback by him, and sighed in his heart, sure enough, good-looking people have bad tempers.

What's more, Jiang Zhuo's body is full of evil spirits, which is not easy to provoke at first glance. The tattoo artist was careful and worried throughout the whole process, and finally completed the entire pattern without any mistakes.

Shen Ci'en held Jiang Zhuo's hand curiously for a while, and couldn't help teasing: "Second Master Jiang, when you get old, your face will no longer be, and your hair will be gray. The old lady passing by will see you, and see you again. Earrings and tattoos, you will definitely feel in your heart, what a non-mainstream old man this is."

As she spoke, she felt a little regretful, and her tone became lighter and lighter, almost silent.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see that picture anymore.

She would give him to other old ladies.

But she had his best moments.

That's...not bad.

Shen Ci'en insisted on tattooing, but Jiang Zhuo couldn't stop her, so he could only warn the tattoo artist viciously before she got the tattoo, if he dared to hurt her, he would smash his shop!
The tattoo artist almost broke out in a cold sweat while tattooing Shen Ci'en's pattern. The psychological pressure was huge, and he was afraid that if he did it too hard, Shen Ci'en would be dissatisfied.

But during the whole process, Shen Ci'en always had a smile on her face, and even after it was over, she deliberately raised her hand to look at it, and then gave out admiration.

"So lovely!"

She asked Jiang Zhuo to pay double the price, and then took his hand with a smile, and the two walked out of the shop with their fingers interlocked.

Shen Ci'en is in a good mood, but Jiang Zhuo is far less happy than her.

The source of the heart is indeed something that can be encountered but not sought. He spent time and effort looking for it, but half a month later, he still found nothing.

Painful gazes fell on Shen Ci'en's cheeks that were still smiling heartlessly, a tingling pain suddenly appeared in his heart, and he almost suffocated due to the congestion in his chest.

Is there really no other way?

Can't help it?
Is he really going to lose her like this?

Every day that followed, Jiang Zhuo was busy running back and forth between the hospital and the villa. He seemed to have forgotten that he still had a job, and there was only one purpose left for each day.

Find your heart, find your heart, find your heart.

Time just passed by little by little.

Maybe it was because he had done too many wrong things before, and God really wanted to punish him.

The more anxious he was, the more he got nothing.

But he didn't understand, he really didn't understand.

The person who has done so many bad things, so many wrong things, is obviously him.

Why, why is Shen Ci'en the one suffering from illness.

It is obvious that he is the one who deserves to be damned. He has been tortured and wished he could replace her, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Time passed day by day, in vain.

The more time passes, the more Jiang Zhuo understands that there is no way to recover.

It's useless, nothing else he can do.

He stopped going out and stayed with Shen Ci'en in the villa every day. He even brought the Shiba Inu from Jiang's family and carried it to Shen Ci'en's bed so that she could stroke it with her hand.

Shen Ci'en has become weaker and weaker, she can no longer be as lively as before, and she will no longer be aggressive or coquettish at him, she seems to have exhausted all her strength just to breathe.

Jiang Zhuo suffered from insomnia, he hugged her all night and all night, looking at her increasingly thin and sickly face, looking at her brows and eyes that were still in color but lost a little bit of expression, he didn't feel sleepy at all, afraid that he would close his eyes In an instant, she disappeared from his side.

But Shen Ci'en was always Shen Ci'en. She lived in his fear for another half a month, which was beyond the death date predicted by the doctor, and she survived tenaciously.

Jiang Yan even thought by chance, if she can really hold on, if fate favors her, maybe tomorrow, no, maybe in the next second, someone will call him and tell him that they have found a suitable heart again source.

What if...

(End of this chapter)