The day my remarriage was rejected, I got married to a billionaire CEO

The next day at noon, Xiao Jin finished dialysis, went home to have lunch, rested for a while, and then went directly to Aunt Huang's house.

Aunt Huang's house is the same as Xiaoyu Longwan's. A painting of Monet's water lilies at the entrance makes Xiao Jin wonder how many billions this family has.

Aunt Huang led her to the door of a bedroom at the end, knocked on the door a few times, and said softly, "Chengyu, the massage teacher that mom hired for you is here. Can we come in now?"

After the words were spoken, the two people outside listened attentively, but no one inside responded. After waiting for a minute, it was still quiet inside. The hostess pushed open the door and walked in quietly with Xiao Jin.

The room was dark, and the heavy floor-length curtains kept the sunlight out. A ray of light came through a gap in the curtains, allowing Xiao Jin to vaguely see a slender man lying on a massage chair in the corner of the room.

"The light is too dim. The teacher can't see the acupuncture points clearly. Do you want to open the curtains or turn on the lights?" the mother asked cautiously.

"Auntie Huang, I think we should open the curtains. The sun is shining brightly today. We will feel more refreshed physically and mentally by basking in the sun." Xiao Jin said as he walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The sun suddenly shone on the man's face, and he instinctively raised his arms to cover his eyes, frowning. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Xiao Jin, then slowly closed his cold and gloomy eyes.

Xiao Jin felt that the man looked familiar.

"Mr. Zhong, my name is Xia Xiaojin, Xia means summer, Xiao means big, and Jin means a house full of wealth and treasures. You can just call me Xiaojin."

"I will start massaging your head now. If my strength is not enough or you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. I can adjust the strength and technique according to your needs."

After that, Xiao Jin sat down on the stool above the man's head. The man said "hmm" softly, still closing his eyes.

Xiao Jin rubbed her hands, which had been coated with disinfectant, and gently placed her two middle fingertips on the man's Jingming acupoints, increasing the force little by little. The man had no expression on his face.

As she did so, she carefully observed the man's appearance: a slightly pointed chin due to his thinness, thin lips with dry lip lines, prominent cheekbones, a straight nose, thick and sword-like eyebrows, and clear contours.

Her fingers moved up along the bridge of his nose, and her strength lingered on the man's furrowed brows, trying to help smooth out his worry lines.

The man's face was dark, probably because he was exposed to the sun outdoors. I just saw photos of him swimming, climbing, and playing ball in the corridor.

A tall, strong, hormone-filled man looks even more charming when he smiles.

Aunt Huang said he was a sports enthusiast. His once fit and upright figure was tortured by illness, and he became thin and listless, and his eyes no longer had the brilliance they once had.

He didn't say a word during the whole process. Xiao Jin judged his comfort level by the micro-expressions on his face. When his expression was calm, she continued to do it with the same strength. When he frowned slightly, she adjusted the strength.

After some trial and error, she finally finished the head massage. Next, she had to massage his face, arms and legs. This was Xiao Jin's specialty, and she didn't have to worry as much as she did when massaging his head, so she did it very smoothly for the past fifty or sixty minutes.

Xiao Jin felt that her massage had taken effect on the man from his relaxed facial expression and the muscles in his limbs that had gone from stiff to completely relaxed. The man slowly fell asleep...

Aunt Huang watched silently from the side, with a look of relief on her face.

Touching the man's slightly relaxed arm, Xiao Jin imagined what it must have felt like to massage his brachialis muscle before he got sick.

But at the moment she could only massage his arms and legs through his clothes, because she was somewhat resistant to the man's touch.

Xiao Jin has been working in a beauty salon for more than ten years, and this is the first time she has encountered a customer with whom she had no communication during the entire process.

For her, this was not a pleasant experience, and it was even a bit tormenting. The atmosphere was too depressing, and it felt like she was molesting him.

She likes to chat with customers while working. Many customers fall asleep during the work, but when they wake up, most of them will say to her, "Thank you, I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time."

Or the client will give her some suggestions, so that she can know what kind of massage communication method the client prefers. Sometimes you can also hear a lot of new stories. What kind of story will Chengyu have?

For the first time, she felt that her work was like a war without the smoke of gunpowder. She suddenly looked forward to continuing to come to this room because she really wanted to win this war.