Husband's Fingertips

morning.

A small piece of news broke out in the office area of ​​the Qiu Group.

Mr. Qiu Jiyan, who neither went out for business nor made an appointment to meet guests, did not go to work on time for the first time.

It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock that he sent a WeChat message to his secretary Ding Wan, telling her that he had some special matters to deal with today, and that if he didn't come to the company, the regular meeting would be cancelled.

The fans in the company immediately turned on Conan's mode, the information in the WeChat group was like snowflakes, and they chatted at the desk.

It's no wonder that Mr. Qiu has indeed been a little abnormal in recent days.

Although he still maintains a strict and rigorous style of strictness at work, and his appearance is also immaculate, but careful women still feel that Mr. Qiu must be from his obviously thin cheeks and increasingly heavy dark circles. Encountered something unspeakable.

It's a pity that Mr. Qiu's "unspeakable secret" can't be "washed away".

After tossing and tossing for a whole night again, Qiu Jiyan finally decided to do what the old Chinese doctor said, don't care about anything, the person who needs to tie the bell to untie it, go to that Xia Wangchuan!

After all, I was only 26 years old, so couldn't I have reported to the head of the Royal House of Internal Affairs early?

Qiu Jiyan knew that the masseuses in 'Gongli' started to work in the afternoon and rested before noon.

He got Xia Wangchuan's phone number from Lin Dawei, who was a little surprised, and saved it in his phone. When he entered the name, he thought about it, and only lost one "Xia".

'Xia' got through the phone, and the other party's ringtone was a nice old song, "Wild Lilies Also Have Spring".

"Hello, who is it?"

"I'm Qiu Jiyan!"

Before Qiu Jiyan called, Xia Wangchuan had just finished a page of 'Tian Yingzhang' pen regular script.

Over the years, watching "Dream of Red Mansions" and practicing handwriting stickers have been indispensable habits in Xia Wangchuan's life.And these hobbies were taught to him by his stepmother He Xiangning during his lifetime.

His stepmother once told him that in a book called "Red Mansion", all kinds of situations in the world and thousands of human feelings are written, and there are many hidden principles of life.Reading it often will definitely benefit your life.

And good handwriting is more like painting a different kind of brilliance on the face given by God.

Although these words of the stepmother seemed vaguely understood to Xia Mu, who was still young at that time, she followed them all.

Especially... Especially when he heard that Qiu Jiyan had been practicing calligraphy hard since he was a child, he took Linzi stickers as his daily compulsory course without hesitation.

In Xia Mu's teenage years, although the stern and dignified boy came and went in a hurry, it seemed like a superficial touch of water, but he couldn't shine.

But for Xia Mu, in that cold winter, his atrium was already a little lotus plant with sharp corners, which was firmly stood on it by Qiu Jiyan's dragonfly.

Spring to autumn.

Xia Mu found that he seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire as he grew up.

In the middle of the quagmire was his heart, and in his heart was the yearning for Qiu Jiyan that was getting better day by day.

Maybe it's because he inherited his biological mother's aloof and paranoid character in his bones, maybe it's because of his stepmother's loving care that made him feel inexplicably guilty towards Qiu Jiyan, or maybe when Qiu Jiyan approached him, it happened to be the starting point of Xia Mu's youthful development. Maybe for nothing, he just likes him.

Because I like it, but I can't see it, I miss it even more.

The badge of Doraemon was always crystal clear under his caress day after day. Looking at the cartoon cat with its mouth open always made Xia Mu have some fantasies from time to time.

In the fantasy, Doraemon, the ever-changing elf, took herself to fly to Qiu Jiyan's house on a cold winter night, got into his bed, and fused her body temperature with his.

He thought of the quilt, so he looked towards the bed involuntarily.

It's been 16 years, since they separated as children, in a blink of an eye, Xia Wangchuan has reached the age of '28 to catch blind', but there has never been a second person's breath in his bed.

So what about him?

the phone is ringing.

Xia Wangchuan hesitated for a second before connecting to an unfamiliar number.

"I'm Qiu Jiyan."

Xia Wangchuan felt his face heat up instantly when he heard the deep voice of the man on the other side of the microphone.

Qiu Jiyan on the phone was still so seldom, and in a few words, he stated his purpose.

He wanted to ask Xia Wangchuan alone while he was not at work.

Of course, it's not a date, let alone anything else, but a massage with him.

Because he had some physical discomfort, he felt that Xia Wangchuan's massage technique could help him.Moreover, he also specifically emphasized that his current physical condition is not suitable for going to the 'palace'.

It's really weird.

"Oh, I'm afraid you're not used to my face..."

Xia Wangchuan didn't know why he slipped this sentence out of his mouth.

Obviously what I wanted to say was not this, and when I heard that he was going to come to the door in person, my little heart had already jumped into my throat. If my voice was bigger, it would probably have already jumped out.

But those words with a little bit of unwillingness and complaints still slipped out uncontrollably.

"Well, you can let me get used to it slowly."

Xia Wangchuan found that when Qiu Jiyan said certain words in a deep and calm voice, those words sounded extraordinarily different.

Not going to the palace?Home massage?Get used to it slowly?

What kind of medicine is this man selling?

After telling Qiu Jiyan his address and putting down the phone, Xia Wangchuan had no time to guess why Qiu Jiyan came here.

Right now, he has to hurry up and put away all the things that he can discover and remember who he is before Qiu Jiyan arrives.

Xia Wangchuan's hut looked clean and warm.

This was Qiu Jiyan's first impression after he knocked on the door.

The entire area of ​​this room seems to be not as big as my own study room. From the first moment I opened the door, there was a pleasant feeling.

Even, Qiu Jiyan inexplicably produced a strange contrast. This small place seemed to be more warm than the huge and incomparable house in his own home.

Perhaps, it was because there was a smell in the room that he was used to for no reason.

To be honest, Xia Wangchuan was really shocked when he saw Qiu Jiyan for the first time.

Although the man in front of him was only six centimeters taller than him, he seemed to be condescending all the time.That three-dimensional face is still expressionless, with a cold demeanor, but...

It's just that there seemed to be a gray and rather haggard look on that face.Especially his eye sockets, from Xia Wangchuan's point of view, are almost frighteningly dark.

This should be the appearance of a severe insomniac.

How could he suffer from insomnia and haggard like this?

You must know that the Qiu Jiyan I saw before was always a well-built, handsome young talent with a successful career. Although he was unsmiling, he couldn't stop his radiant and aloof face.

Of course, even if it is difficult to hide the haggard traces between his brows and eyes, this man is still worthy of the title of super handsome guy.

"Sorry, I came to your house, mainly because I heard that you are not in the 'palace' on Friday and Saturday..."

Qiu Jiyan's words seemed to be polite, but in the plainness, there seemed to be some deep meaning.

"It's okay, I just need to trouble you to come here. In the past two days, I really can't go because of something."

The questions and answers of the two people did not take the initiative to go deep, maybe because they felt that it was unnecessary, or maybe they didn't know how to proceed.

"President Qiu, you don't look very well. Tell me what's wrong with you."

While letting Qiu Jiyan into his bedroom, Xia Wangchuan looked up and down his whole body, trying to find some reasons for this man's despondency in his appearance.

He didn't have to let Qiu Jiyan into his bedroom, the key was that the room he rented was an ultra-small one-bedroom, except the bedroom was the kitchen and bathroom, two people couldn't communicate standing in the kitchen.

So Qiu Jiyan looked around, then pointed to Xia Wangchuan's bed, "Massage here?"

He stood beside Xia Wangchuan's bed, the ice blue sheets were clean and fresh, as if carrying the faint fragrance of his master.

Qiu Jiyan took a deep breath subconsciously, the smell was so pleasant.

Xia Wangchuan felt his face become inexplicably hot.

"Tell me about the situation first, I'm not sure if it will work."

"Well, actually, it's... it's..."

Xia Wangchuan found it strange that Mr. Qiu, who has always been concise and concise, turned into Er Mutou in an instant.

"That's right, when I was practicing taekwondo, here...someone touched the acupoint here, and it hurts."

Qiu Jiyan finally overcame the embarrassment in his heart that he couldn't speak, touched his body with his fingers, and whispered.

Xia Wangchuan's eyes widened for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

Although the man in front of him tried his best to keep calm, there was a hint of indescribable expression on his usual face, especially when he pointed at the bottom of himself, his finger seemed to be electrocuted, and he would snap back when he touched it.

What Qiu Jiyan pointed to made Xia Wangchuan a little confused.

You know, that place is a sensitive place where a man is extremely vulnerable and most in need of protection.

The possibility of the acupoints there being touched by others is very small, especially for someone like Yin Jiyan, who has practiced taekwondo for more than ten years, and he knows exactly where it needs to be protected.

If someone deliberately touched it during normal practice, it must be someone who has a big enemy with him, how could it be possible!

This thought just flashed through his mind, and Xia Wangchuan felt himself shiver involuntarily.

The kick I kicked on my ass that night is still fresh in my memory. The strength, posture, and especially the figure of that person... really have an inexplicable similarity to Qiu Jiyan.

I once thought wildly that if that person is really Mr. Qiu, it must be robbery, not robbery.

But the current Mr. Qiu unexpectedly happened to injure the acupoints there... no, no.

It must be a coincidence, a high degree of coincidence.

"If you come across the acupoint, maybe I can try it, then you can lie down."

Xia Wangchuan spread a white towel quilt on the bed sheet, and put his own pillow on it. When he moved the pillow away, the Doraemon badge was instantly revealed. He grabbed it in his hand and hid it in his pants. In the bag, I regret how I forgot such an important thing just now.

Fortunately, Qiu Jiyan was sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off his shoes with his back to him, so he didn't see this scene.

Qiu Jiyan put on his slippers, took off his suit jacket, looked around, and hung it on a hanger beside him.

Then take it off?He was a little hesitant, after all, this is not a 'palace', there is no massage clothes and no special shower room.

Xia Wangchuan saw Qiu Jiyan's hesitation.

For this man who is strict in everything, he must want to take off his coat, trousers, and shirts and hang them neatly, instead of lying on the bed in shirts and trousers, making his whole body wrinkled.

"Will you wear my pajamas? They have just been washed, and there are really no new ones."

Xia Wangchuan took out a pajamas that had been washed and put away from the closet.The pajamas are white and cotton, which he likes, a bit like bathrobes in hotels, but with a more homely feel.

But Xia Wangchuan regretted it when he said it.

I should know that the man in front of me, although his wrinkled body may make him uncomfortable, but wearing other people's clothes, especially close-fitting pajamas, is probably absolutely unacceptable to him, right?

"Row."

To his surprise, Qiu Jiyan didn't express the disgust he imagined, and reached out to take the white pajamas.

Then, the man sat on the edge of the bed, his two long legs seemed to occupy half of the small space in the bedroom.

Xia Wangchuan glanced at him quietly, the boy had already started to untie his belt and pull up his trouser chains, but he seemed to be caught by something again, and he didn't pull down his trousers chains for a long time.