He just arrived in Binhai City today. In order to get rid of the follower arranged by his family, he had to use some tricks and ran into this leisure center.
As he was used to being debauched, he naturally knew what kind of leisure center this was. Although he was a womanizer, he didn't like this kind of transaction where money was the mainstay.
In his opinion, making love is a sacred and inviolable sport, not to mention that he has always looked down upon women in such places.
But when he ran into the leisure center just now, the smoking woman standing at the door attracted his attention.
If a woman who doesn't smoke is like a rouge, then a woman who smokes is like a mandala. The smoke gradually drifts away, but what lingers is the style and fantasy. He never thought that a woman's movements and demeanor when smoking would be like
So charming and elegant.
If the follower behind him hadn't been chasing her so closely, he would have gone up and asked the woman for her name. Although he didn't know the woman's name, he knew the woman from the side by calling her Sister Zhao.
The surname is Zhao.
"Hello, I am Masseur No. 9."
Chen Fan's voice interrupted Jiang Jie's fantasy about Zhao Qingwan, causing him to look up at the person who walked into the massage room.
Jiang Jie himself is a rare and handsome boy, and because he always has a devilish smile on his face, he can swim among hundreds of flowers with ease.
But compared with the young man in front of him, even Jiang Jie had to admit that the young man in front of him was a bit more handsome than him.
At that moment, a devilish smile appeared on his face and he said, "I didn't expect you to be so good-looking."
"Huh?" Chen Fan didn't expect that his guest would suddenly say such a thing, which made him stunned for a moment, and then quickly said: "Actually, you are better-looking than me."
"Haha, you are still modest." Jiang Jie laughed again, then lay on the massage bed and said, "Okay, you can start massaging me."
"Okay!" Perhaps because everyone was a boy, Chen Fan didn't feel any embarrassment and started massaging Jiang Jie directly.
Through the dim light, Chen Fan also noticed that the muscles on this boy's body were perfectly distributed, but Chen Fan could feel the power contained in the muscles that looked soft.
I really don’t know what this boy who looks like he is in his early twenties does. His muscles are really different from those of ordinary people.
"Your massage techniques and intensity are the best I have ever encountered." Jiang Jie, who was lying on the massage bed, suddenly said.
Jiang Jie's words made Chen Fan pause the massage, but he soon started moving again and said, "Thank you!"
He was telling the truth. Jiang Jie often asked his women to massage him or asked some old Chinese doctors to massage him. Especially after every strenuous exercise, he would find a professional masseur to help him relieve the tension in his body.
Do a relaxation exercise for your muscles.
However, Chen Fan's massage techniques made him feel some indescribable comfort all over his body, as if his muscles all over his body were bathed in the warmth of the sun.
"By the way, who is that beautiful woman standing downstairs smoking with a beautiful posture that everyone calls Sister Zhao?" For a stunning woman like Zhao Qingwan, Jiang Jie has always wanted to prey on her, especially...
The mature, charming and cold temperament exuded by Zhao Qingwan was even more difficult for Jiang Jie to forget.
"Huh?" Jiang Jie's sudden question made Chen Fan stunned for a moment. He didn't know why this guest asked him about Sister Zhao, but at the same time, it also made Chen Fan a little confused and said: "Why are you asking this?
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"Haha, it's nothing. I'm just curious. When I came in, I saw her standing at the door smoking. Her posture was really fascinating." Jiang Jie said with a smile, and couldn't help but think about the first time just now.
The amazing feeling when I saw Zhao Qingwan for the first time.
Jiang Jie has met a lot of beauties and played with a lot, but he can't imitate Zhao Qingwan, a woman who seems to have unlimited fantasies, is cool and mature, and has a hint of all kinds of charm.
Never encountered it before.
Her curvy body and plump and round breasts looked even more firm under the squeeze of her left arm bent in front of her chest. The V-neck open-shoulder dress exposed the shoulders at the top of her arms just right. They were long and slender.
Thin, smoke burns between Qingying's moving fingers, as if igniting the radiance of life.
Her delicate and charming waist slopes downward and expands, and under her pert buttocks, a pair of slender and round legs appear straight and smooth in a tight professional skirt.
Just below her long and sexy calves, a pair of high-heeled sandals created a halo effect of varying intensity on her charming ankles under the refraction of light. In addition, the softness and smoothness can only be described as silk satin. The color ratio
Milk also mellows the skin, all of this...
Jiang Jie felt intoxicated and fascinated.
"Well! Sister Zhao's smoking posture is indeed very beautiful, and you can't even feel the slightest disgust."
Regarding Jiang Jie's words, Chen Fan couldn't help but nod in agreement. Chen Fan had always been a little disgusted with smoking, but only Zhao Qingwan's smoking habit made him unable to feel the slightest disgust, but instead he was fascinated by it.
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"Haha, you haven't told me who she is here yet?" Jiang Jie said with a smile. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would agree with him.
"She is the boss of our center. I don't know why you ask this?"
Chen Fan answered honestly, but he didn't understand why the boy in front of him asked this unimportant question, but he also guessed from the boy's question that it should be his first time here, otherwise it would be impossible to connect Zhao
I don’t know my sister either.
"Oh!" Jiang Jie really didn't expect that the woman he met on the road just now was the owner of this leisure center. This made him a little surprised, but he quickly returned to normal and said: "Then you, Sister Zhao, get married.
Are you dead? Or do you have a boyfriend or something?"
In Jiang Jie's dictionary, only by knowing the other party can you be victorious in every battle. When it comes to picking up girls! He always abides by this, because only in this way can he make corresponding countermeasures. And if the other party is a man with a husband, even if Jiang Jie
No matter how much Jie likes it, he will not be the kind of sinner who ruins other people's happiness.
But if you just have a boyfriend... then that's a different matter.
This is also his principle for picking up girls and being a good person.
Chen Fan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Probably not! Although I haven't been here long, I have never heard Sister Zhao mention her affairs! I have never seen any other men come to her. Regarding
I don't know if she has a boyfriend."
Chen Fan's answer made Jiang Jie feel happy. He nodded with satisfaction and stopped talking.
However, this made Chen Fan feel very strange about this guest. He really couldn't figure out what this guest wanted to do, and he didn't look like a bad person.
When the clock struck, Jiang Jie gave Chen Fan a tip of five hundred yuan, which surprised Chen Fan.
He didn't do anything, but the customer gave him such a large tip, which made him a little embarrassed to accept it. He was about to push it back: "This... I can't have it..."
"Haha, you deserve this!" After saying that, Jiang Jie turned around and walked downstairs.
"What a strange guest!" Chen Fan couldn't help but murmured as he watched Jiang Jie walk towards the other side of the building, and then walked towards the lounge.
Before reaching the lounge, Chen Fan spotted Wang Xinyi standing at the door of the men's lounge with her head lowered. He quickly walked up to meet her and said, "Xinyi, why are you staying here? Don't you need to ring the clock?"
"Ah?" Wang Xinyi, who was still thinking about things, was startled by Chen Fan's sudden arrival. When she saw the person clearly, her face turned red and said: "Actually... I'm... here to see you."
…your."
Seeing Wang Xinyi like this, Chen Fan also guessed her purpose of coming and said, "Oh, I just heard them say that you came to see me. Have you discussed it with your family?"
"Yeah!" Wang Xinyi nodded and said: "My mother... asked me to invite you to my house for dinner at noon tomorrow, I don't know..." Speaking of this, Wang Xinyi glanced at Chen Fan before saying: "I wonder if you have time?
"
In fact, Wang Xinyi didn't know what her mother was thinking, but since she had decided to hand over her brother's illness to Chen Fan for treatment, Wang Xinyi had no choice but to believe that the young man in front of her could cure her brother's illness.
Chen Fan thought for a moment and realized that there was nothing to do tomorrow, so he nodded and said, "When is noon?"
"I'll come find you at half past eleven." Wang Xinyi said.
"Well! Okay, then I'll wait for you to come tomorrow." After saying that, Chen Fan asked again: "By the way, what was the result of your discussion with your mother?"
"You'll know when you get there tomorrow." Wang Xinyi couldn't explain it clearly to Chen Fan now, so she said again: "I'll go back if there's nothing else."
"Oh, okay." Seeing Wang Xinyi walking into the lounge, Chen Fan was a little confused. Since it has been discussed, why can't it be said now?
It wasn't very busy tonight. After Chen Fan served three customers for the first time, it was already time to get off work. When Wang Xinyi got off work, she told Chen Fan not to run around at noon tomorrow, lest she come later.
After being unable to find anyone else, he left the leisure center.
After closing the door, Chen Fan took a shower and then lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. His hands that were turning over just happened to touch the green bamboo flute in his backpack.
Ever since he came to Binhai City, Chen Fan has never brought this green bamboo flute with him. He touched every sound hole in the bamboo flute. These were carved by his grandfather's own hands. Every part of the bamboo flute was flowing.
With grandpa’s hard work.
Although a long time has passed since the incident, Chen Fan has never forgotten the appearance of his grandfather before his death.
Gently stroking the bamboo flute, a tear fell from Chen Fan's eyes and slowly slid down the bamboo flute to the ground.
Slowly putting the bamboo flute to his mouth, Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes and started to play softly. Perhaps because of the sadness in his heart, the originally beautiful flute sound was filled with a trace of sadness and sadness.
The sad melody echoed in this small massage room, floating into the silent night sky through the half-open window...