Husband's Fingertips

Chapter 12

Qiu Jiyan slept until ten o'clock.

When the clock on the wall turned to 55:[-], Xia Wangchuan looked at Qiu Jiyan who was still drowsy and breathing steadily, he hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should wake this man up from his sleep.

From his experience, this is a man who uses his brain a lot but sleeps poorly.

If this man is... his man, I will definitely let him continue to sleep, continue to massage all the acupuncture points that can help him sleep, let him relax completely, and relieve fatigue in deep sleep.

But what about the actual situation?This man is just his VIP guest, and he is just a masseuse serving him.

So, since the guest has said to wake him up on time at ten o'clock, can he not?

Qiu Jiyan reluctantly opened his eyes amid Xia Wangchuan's low calls.

He probably felt that he should have slept for a long time, his eyes swept over the clock, his half-closed eyes were startled, and he subconsciously turned to the person in front of the bed.

The masseuse sat quietly by the bed, gently pushing and holding his legs with both hands, a soft and warm feeling came from his fingertips, penetrated into his skin and nerves, itching There's a little bit of wonder in it.

Qiu Jiyan frowned, "It's fine."

You must let that wonderful feeling leave your body immediately.

It seemed that during his deep sleep, he should have never rested.

No matter how proficient the massage is, it is actually a physical effort. Right now, there are some tiny beads of sweat on Xia Wangchuan's forehead and the tip of his nose.

Qiu Jiyan swept down the delicate but straight bridge of the nose, and saw two soft red lips.

This man is... very good looking.

Qiu Jiyan frowned his bushy eyebrows inexplicably, he sat up slowly, and began to take off the massage clothes on his body, "Evaluator!"

He is very familiar with the procedures of the 'Gongli', and what he does is also what a guest has agreed to with the service staff.

Xia Wangchuan handed over the IPAD installed with the evaluation software with both hands, and as far as he could see was Qiu Jiyan's strong and firm chest.

Qiu Jiyan pressed the "Satisfaction" option in the evaluation column for the masseuse, and then he pressed the "Reward" button without the slightest hesitation.

VIP members have pre-deposited a certain amount of annual fee in the 'Gongli', the higher the pre-deposited amount, the higher the level and the more advanced services they enjoy.

Qiu Jiyan is a super-platinum member, the highest level in the 'Gongli'.

After the reward button is pressed, a reminder appears on the screen asking the member to decide the amount of reward and the pre-stored balance to the masseuse.

Qiu Jiyan seemed to have planned for a long time, and quickly entered the amount of 1 yuan.

"Qiu...Mr. Qiu, this is too...too much, no way!"

Xia Wangchuan, who was standing by the side, saw the number with a string of zeros. He didn't know whether it was because of surprise or nervousness. In a hurry, he seemed to be stuttering.

"You pressed it very well. Also, there is a reward for you to help me solve the problem, so there is no need to refuse."

Qiu Jiyan's tone was very flat, but with a toughness that he couldn't refuse at all.

He had already put on his trousers, standing up straight with his waist, and was pulling up the zipper. Probably something in the trousers was not adjusted properly, and the zipper was stuck there. He turned around slightly, reached in and fiddled with it, Finally pulled up.

Xia Wangchuan naturally understood what he meant. Brother Hui and those people are not afraid of big troubles when they start a fight. Although Qiu Jiyan is not afraid of wading into this muddy water, but in his capacity, the real fight between the two sides is definitely not as good as it is now. proper.

So, is he talking about merit and reward?

At that moment, Xia Wangchuan suddenly thought of that one night 16 years ago, that boy who told himself coldly behind his back that he would never treat him as an older brother.

This man seems to have had such an ability since he was a child, that is, he never wants to maintain a too close relationship with others.

It seemed that he really couldn't refuse such a public-private reward.

A strange emotion slowly piled up in Xia Wangchuan's heart.

While saluting Qiu Jiyan to express his thanks, he looked at him from the corner of his eye.

The white shirt was neatly tucked into the black trousers, the shiny leather shoes gleamed faintly, and he looked thinner when he took off his clothes. He was like this man, right?

He who had just slept for more than an hour was tall and strong like a poplar that drank the rain in April.

When Qiu Jiyan walked to the door, Xia Wangchuan had already opened the door for him, but he suddenly stopped.

"Why aren't you wearing glasses today?"

"..."

"Because the glasses are flat?"

"Ah? Yes..." Xia Wangchuan didn't know why Qiu Jiyan suddenly threw out such two irrelevant words, and for a moment he could only answer truthfully.

"Well, you dressed like that last time, you know I pick the masseuse's taste, right?"

Qiu Jiyan's voice was flat, as if there was no emotion in it, and there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

In the VIP Room 1069, Mr. Qiu, who was cute after drinking and was righteous before others, was indeed a tall and cold man when he was sober and calm.

Xia Wangchuan felt as if he had been defeated by this aloof man, and suddenly felt an indescribable annoyance.

Qiu Jiyan may be a man who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes.

But as a result of my hard work trying to adapt to his preferences, trying to find out his tastes and trying to please him, it seems that I just became the sand in that man's eyes.

"Put on your glasses next time." Qiu Jiyan had already walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the button.

"why?"

Xia Wangchuan knew that there was a hint of uncontrollable emotion in his tone of surprise, and his voice obviously increased.This emotion came very quickly, like an unknown fire with an inexplicable source.

In the words of his stepmother He Xiangning during his lifetime, Mu'er, who suddenly raised his tone when speaking, must have been touched by someone. At this time, no one should treat our Mu'er as a "two wood". If you mess with him, keep the thorns all over your body.

Qiu Jiyan seemed to hear the change in the masseur's tone, and turned his head slightly. The high nose bridge and deep eye sockets formed an excellent profile picture of a handsome man.

"You have good craftsmanship, but I'm not used to your current face."

Qiu Jiyan looked at Xia Wangchuan and slightly raised his eyes towards him, in those eyes that were calm even when facing a local hooligan like Brother Hui, there was a strange gleam of scorching light flashing at this moment.

"If you're not used to it, just find someone else. Anyway, I don't want you as a guest!"

Xia Wangchuan spoke clearly and forcefully the words that were pressing on his chest, making him feel stuffy, and turned around to leave.

The corner of Qiu Jiyan's mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that slender body full of lines hastily turned the corridor, he nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

In the afternoon at the 'Gongli' massage parlor, there were still very few customers, and most of the masseuses were sleeping or chatting in the lounge.

In the staff bathroom on one side, two massage therapists who had just finished their toilet did not go out in a hurry, but lit cigarettes, puffed and smoked, and became addicted to cigarettes.

"Ah Song, you look good. Have you had a lot of guests these two days? Have you met any local tyrants?"

"A lot? How many farts! It took only two hours in three days. One said it was cool, but he gave a reward of 100 yuan, and the other was an old rooster, and he didn't even want to pull out a hair. Depend on!"

"Haha, let's be content, I still have 100 yuan, I don't know what a reward is for a week. Damn, you said that the new kid named Xia, I don't know what kind of shit luck, I heard the fire Unbelievable, that Mr. Qiu threw 1 yuan at a time, fuck, the guests are almost ranked in the top three in the 'Palace' for rewards, and we have caught up with our Brother Zhou, you say it's evil or not?"

"Tch, what's wrong with this? It's not the first day you've been in the circle, and you put on a white lotus flower with me. That kid has a pretty face, and he has the same appearance as Brother Zhou. He looks a bit like a person from Jiangnan. But the figure is completely northerner, and the two long legs are straight and straight, protruding forward and backward, damn it, you understand now!"

"Understood, I must understand! Hehe, what Brother Song means is that the kid is pretty and upright, he only sells his body and not his art, hahaha!"

"You know what a fart, who said that people only sell themselves and not perform arts? They can't be like Mr. Cang, with both virtue and art, live a good life! Do you know?"

"Live well...yes, live well...hahahaha...."

The two of them laughed unscrupulously with unspeakable expressions on their faces.

"Boom!"

The door of a compartment behind him was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and it hit the open door of the compartment on the other side, making a loud noise.

The two technicians who were smoking were startled, they turned around together, and when they saw the person walking out of the cubicle, their faces suddenly became embarrassed.

It was Xia Wangchuan who was talking behind the two of them who came out of the cubicle.

He stood in the middle of the bathroom, crossed his hands, and had a half-smile expression on his delicate face, which the two of them called "pan-beautiful" just now.

He walked to the sink without any haste, turned on the tap, and slowly rinsed his hands. His pair of black and shiny eyes looked over from the mirror in front of him. His eyes matched those of the two technicians with unnatural expressions. bumped into each other.

The slick technician named Asong was just about to open his mouth to talk nonsense, to resolve some embarrassment, Xia Wangchuan had already turned off the tap, turned around, stared at his slender fingers with water droplets on them, and said, "Is life good?" Well, rely on your hands, not your mouth!"

He withdrew his gaze and seemed to be talking to himself, but his handsome face showed his counterattack with a sneer.

The two of them glanced at each other with a slight embarrassment on their faces.

Xia Wangchuan shook off the drops of water on his hands, walked to the door, but stopped suddenly, turned his head and blinked at the two of them, and actually grinned.

After all, the two technicians who talked about people behind their backs were guilty of guilt. Seeing him suddenly turning his head and smiling, his face seemed to be shining brightly in the dark bathroom, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"I seem to be wrong. In our 'palace', some people rely on their hands to live well, and some people rely on their tongues every day, while others rely on their mouths, don't they?"

Before the two technicians could react, Xia Wangchuan had already opened the door and left, leaving behind only the door slamming and the two technicians' expressions of embarrassment.