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A half-blind and smart person, even if Wang Rui's store is turned over and lined up from top to bottom, Jiu'er will definitely be the last one.

Jiu'er has a pretty face, but it's not as soft as a woman's, her mouth is not sweet enough, and her brain is not very bright. She can be deceived by a few words, and Wang Rui dare not hide Jiu'er in such a deep place. The unrevealed old man is stuffed around.

"Why are you joining in the fun?" Wang Rui turned her head and glared at Jiu'er, forgetting that people couldn't see her eyes at all, and lowered her voice, "Have you cleaned your bowl after eating your food?"

Jiu'er was focused on showing off. He knew that he was stupid, but he could never go wrong with a massage. He didn't quite understand Wang Rui's worries, so Jiu'er wiped his hands and said firmly, "After eating, I'll do it."

Sometimes you can't stop a single-minded person even if you want to. When it comes to this point, Wang Rui seems a little deliberate in stopping him. Even if there is nothing wrong, this old gentleman will be suspicious.

Wang Rui smiled awkwardly at the old man, "The youngest one here has a stupid mouth and quick hands and feet, otherwise..." Wang Rui was so anxious that he couldn't find a suitable reason, "If the old man doesn't mind, I'll come... "

The old man had a pleasant smile, folded his hands on the crutches, and spoke in a calm tone, seemingly irresistible, "Let's just leave it to him, the lady boss hasn't eaten yet, so I won't bother you, you lesbian, it's not convenient for me to be a man."

What kind of talk about men and women, whether to accept or not to kiss, is a bit sanctimonious in this street. There are several health centers within three steps, and a small hotel within five meters.

But the words came out of the old gentleman's mouth, as if that was the case, even Wang Rui put away her usual coquettish look.

Jiu'er also agreed, "I'll come, I'll come, you can eat." Afraid that Wang Rui would disagree, she went straight to the entrance of the corridor to lead the way for the guests, "Follow me upstairs."

The old gentleman nodded to Wang Rui, and Wang Rui instinctively stepped aside, watched the old gentleman go upstairs, and waited for the person to disappear completely at the entrance of the corridor, Wang Rui leaned against the glass door with her hips on her hips, and muttered, "This little thing When did you become so active, you really can’t find trouble.”

Familiar with the layout of the store, Jiu'er held the door of the cupboard and took out a clean towel from inside. There were no customers upstairs in Qingjing these days, and Jiu'er didn't like to go into small rooms with strangers, but he had to mention it.

"Sir, you are going to the private room, or in the lobby."

The old gentleman glanced at the private room pointed by Jiu'er, and there were a few ambiguous doors under the peach-colored light, and the shabby room number was pasted on the private room door.

"Let's just go to the lobby." The old man turned his head and looked at the bed near the window. The light is good, the air is good, and the sun can be exposed to it.

Hearing that Jiu'er in the lobby heaved a sigh of relief, his tone became a lot more cheerful, "Then you lie down and remember to take off your coat."

The autumn is cool and crisp, and the store does not risk the customers to catch a cold to save the little electricity bills, and Jiu Er fumbles to turn on the air conditioner.

After all, it was billed by the hour, and the moment Jiu'er sat down, he put the timer beside the table.

After confirming the position of the guest's shoulders, when the seemingly soft hands pinched the old gentleman's shoulders, the old gentleman let out a surprised voice, "Hmm..."

Jiu'er leaned over to get closer, without stopping to move his hands, his voice was several tunes lower than usual, and asked, "Is it too much strength?"

The person lying on his stomach was out of breath, "That's it, all of a sudden, I haven't gotten used to it yet."

Chiu'er is very skilled in massage, and she is very calm in chatting with customers, "Just relax a little bit, the shoulders are a bit stiff, and so is the neck."

"Look at you, you're quite thin, and you're quite strong." The old man put his hands in front of him, resting his chin on the back of his hands, "What's your name?"

"Jiu'er." Jiu'er didn't dare to ask the guest's name, so he simply said the name and fell silent again.

The other party asked again: "Surname...Jiu?"

"Hmm..." Jiu'er struggled with this problem for the first time, and the strength in his hand became a lot less, "It's called Jiu'er."

Most people take their father's surname, but he doesn't know who his father is. If he has to say his surname, then he can only take his mother's surname Tong, but these words, Jiu'er is thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, the other party said casually, "My surname is Duan, Duan Jiakang."

"Hello, Mr. Duan." Out of politeness, Jiu'er had to say something more.

"How old is Leek?"

"Nineteen."

Duan Jiakang remained silent, and Jiu'er did not speak again, concentrating on the massage.

From the shoulders to the back, rubbing the lumbar spine and the sacrum and coccyx, Jiuer's professional habits, "Does Mr. Duan seldom walk around?"

Duan Jiakang didn't answer Jiu'er's question directly, "Is your waist bad?"

"Hmm..." Jiu'er pressed the sacrum, "It's best to correct it."

"I'm getting older, and I have many bone problems." Duan Jiakang said to himself again, "The legs and feet are not very good, and I don't usually walk around much."

Chatting is about going back and forth, caring about Duan Jiakang's body, Duan Jiakang followed the words and asked, "Why can't your eyes see?"

It was more than ten years ago, and Jiu'er's memory is very vague. When others asked him, he said lightly, "I fell, and my eyes were hurt so I couldn't see."

After hearing this, Duan Jiakang, who had just relaxed, tensed up the muscles on his back, as if he was about to sit up and look at Jiu'er, "Mr. Duan, don't move." Only when Jiuer stopped him did he realize his gaffe.

Duan Jiakang smiled dryly, "Didn't go to see it?"

If you ask in depth, it will touch people's privacy. No matter how big-hearted Jiu'er is, if you ask this kind of question, you still subconsciously want to avoid it.

Jiu'er's silence made Duan Jiakang realize that he was out of line, and said regretfully: "I'll just ask casually, it's okay if you don't want to say it, I am talking too much."

No matter what the other party said, he was much older than himself, Jiu'er didn't want to make people come down, so he whispered: "It's okay..."

A small silence did not affect Duan Jiakang, he is a mature and talkative person, avoiding questions that Jiu'er doesn't want to answer, and repeatedly making the atmosphere no longer cold and stiff.

"I'll temporarily stay in the B&B opposite you." Duan Jiakang could see the window of the B&B when he looked up, "There will be more opportunities to meet in the future, will you press it for me in the future?"

Jiu'er is not a gold-medal masseur, and ordinary customers won't order him. There is nothing wrong with him, and he still can't afford any airs.

"Mr. Duan just call me." The upright Jiu'er added, "Anyway, I don't have any business right now, I'm not busy."

Hearing Jiu'er's words, Duan Jiakang replied casually and with certainty: "It won't delay you for long, you just go about your normal business."

It's just that Duan Jiakang is comforting himself because of business matters, thinking that the other party is a good talker.

Ren Kuan gave Jiu'er the impression of being safe, so Mr. Duan gave Jiu'er a sense of maturity and stability from the tone of his speech.

Anyway, they are all labels of good people. Once such labels are put on, leeks will have selfish intentions.

He kindly suggested: "If Mr. Duan wants to come here often, you'd better apply for a card, it will be much more affordable."

"Apply for a card?" Obviously, Duan Jiakang heard this kind of statement for the first time, and thought about it for a while, "If you don't apply for a card and apply for a card, will you get more salary?"

Whether or not to apply for a card is not linked to his own salary. Jiu'er thought about the salaries of other employees, and answered truthfully, "It must be that those who don't apply for a card get a lot of commission."

"Then let's not do it." Duan Jiakang said.

But after getting the card, he can make a request with Wang Rui. When he thinks that the lighter is nowhere in sight, he wants to cry but has no tears.

It was also selfish, but he was more toward Ren Kuan.