Husband's Fingertips

When getting off work on Friday, most office workers have a feeling that they are about to be released from the prison, and they are indescribably excited and relaxed.

But Mr. Qiu, who was sitting behind the desk, frowned while drinking the white tea in the cup.

Qiu Jiyan knew that the wind he exuded at home had begun to bear fruit.

Sister Qing has been ventilating and cleaning the massage room that has not been used all the time.

Although grandma hasn't said anything to him yet, based on his understanding of her, it is estimated that within three or two days, the old lady will find him and talk about finding a family masseur.

Thinking of this, Qiu Jiyan felt a little guilty in his heart.

I simply used the care of the old lady and my brother's injured leg to achieve my "unspeakable" purpose.

That's right, ever since Qiu Jiyan got drunk at Xia's house at midnight, the most important plan in his heart was...to bring Xia Wangchuan into his own home!

The first second that this idea appeared in his mind, he was not surprised, but inexplicably excited.

After the excitement, Qiu Jiyan, who has always been rational and calm, sat in the study and carefully sorted out his heart.

Why on earth did I suddenly want to bring this masseuse home.

Is it just because his body is used to massage, and he happens to be the best at it?

However, there are not to mention hundreds of masters with good craftsmanship in Beijing, but there are dozens of them, so you don't necessarily have to look for him.

What's more, his handsome appearance and the rumors about him are far from his usual rules.

Although I have gradually adapted and believed in him now, if I find an older ordinary masseuse like Grandpa Gu, will it make me feel more at ease.

So, why did I suddenly have such an idea that goes against my nature?

Qiu Jiyan tapped the knuckles of his middle finger on the desk, as if he was looking for a perfect answer for himself.

For Mr. Qiu, who has always been known for his meticulous thinking, after a cup of tea, he actually found a series of reasons.

First, although there are many older masseuses with good skills, most of them have families and businesses. Let them live in Qiu's house for a long time.

The possibility is too small.

However, Xia Wangchuan, who also has good craftsmanship, lives alone in Beijing, so there is no such problem.

Second, although Xia Wangchuan is engaged in the service industry, he looks good in nature and is not as greedy for money as the rumors say.

Third, Xia Wangchuan is different from ordinary masseurs in that he loves to read, knows how to make tea, and like himself, writes well.

The fourth and most important point is that Xia Wangchuan is very individual and has his own temper. He is not like many masseuses.

So, see yourself staring at it like a fly sees blood.On the contrary, he dared to challenge himself, at least it can show that he is not the kind of person who follows others.

Qiu Jiyan was very satisfied with the four reasons he summed up.

Since the other party has so many good-looking advantages, his own decision no longer seems so abrupt and awkward.

In other words, Comrade Qiu Jiyan subconsciously blocked some thoughts deep in his heart.

For example, that man looks so damn strong, his little butt is so damn upturned, his ten fingers are so damn good-looking and easy to use, his stubborn appearance when he competes with himself is so damn hard to subdue him...

When those high-sounding reasons one, two, three, and four were unearthed by him, those subconscious thoughts disappeared automatically as if they no longer existed.

For a moment, Qiu Jiyan felt that it was so righteous to let Xia Wangchuan go to his home.

But now, why did Mr. Qiu, who had successfully persuaded himself, frowned again?

It's very simple, I convinced myself that I did it, but the masseur who looks gentle on the outside but is very stubborn on the inside, would he be willing to come?

To be honest, Qiu Jiyan didn't have much confidence in his heart.

Because he is still not sure whether Xia Wangchuan likes money or not.

And now besides using money to invite him, what else can I use?Do you use your face?

Qiu Jiyan subconsciously rubbed his chin, um, his face was a little hot.

Although, as a celebrity in the 'Gongli', Xia Wangchuan's fees and rewards are among the top among all the technicians, but for Qiu Jiyan, if the difference is only this, then it is not a problem.

No matter how much he earns less, I can make up for him several times, and even give him an unimaginable amount.

The point is, he doesn't completely think that Xia Wangchuan is a person who loves money.

And when a person doesn't pay much attention to money, his various choices in life will be a lot more detached, and then there will be various possibilities.

Maybe, he doesn't like being a private masseur in a big house at all?

Maybe, he prefers to be in a place like the 'palace', enjoying the feeling of being sought after by many guests?

Everything is possible.

So, Mr. Qiu, who was about to get off work, was hesitating how to tell Xia Wangchuan about this matter while sipping delicious fragrant tea.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly. It was Lin Lin, the person in charge of publicity in the company.

Since Qiu Jiyan took over the company, he has been insisting on investing in a public welfare activity every year. He not only sincerely uses the money he earns to repay the society, but also builds a good reputation for the company.

And this year's public welfare activity company chose the "Xinghui Shining Little Angel" action to fund the rehabilitation of children with ADHD and autism.

Qiu Jiyan worked as a volunteer in the community for two years while studying abroad, and personally contacted and participated in activities to help children with ADHD.

So when the company's publicity department proposed to do this public welfare activity, he fully agreed.

Because he understands the enormous pain that children and families with ADHD and autism suffer.

He remembered that Lin Lin had reported to him in the morning that today the company was going to hold a launching ceremony at a rehabilitation center for children with ADHD, and there were many media coming to attend, so he needed to give a launching speech.

Qiu Jiyan originally didn't like this kind of publicity activities that were too public, and it was usually enough to entrust the vice presidents of the company to replace him.

But today, for the first time, he did not refuse this activity.

Because thinking of those hyperactive or autistic children, thinking of their ignorant eyes that are dull or even soulless, Qiu Jiyan always feels like something has been touched in his heart.

Both soft and sad.

Those children immersed in loneliness sometimes remind him of his lonely and depressing childhood.

Lin Lin was indeed telling him when the event would officially start, and hoped that he would arrive in time, because many media had already arrived.

Qiu Jiyan quickly adjusted himself to the state of work.

How to invite Xia Wangchuan to go home with him, he still has to think carefully.

Mr. Qiu, who has always been rigorous and conscientious, never fights a battle he is not prepared for.

On the way to the rehabilitation center, Qiu Jiyan suddenly remembered that today was Xia Wangchuan's rest day in the 'Gongli', and then he thought, if he really came to Qiu's house, would he also ask to rest on Friday and Saturday?

Damn, I thought as if someone had promised to come.

The rehab center is very lively.

The large rehabilitation classroom on the entire first floor was sorted out, and it was full of children and accompanying parents.

Children of different levels behaved differently, and some of them sat there quietly, as if no matter how lively the outside world was, it had nothing to do with them.

Other children were so hyperactive that they couldn't stop for a moment, running around the room. Parents and teachers from the rehabilitation center chased after them with their buttocks digging, for fear that they would be too noisy to affect the activity site.

When Qiu Jiyan followed Lin Lin to the door of the big classroom, a boy who looked about ten years old was running out of the door, his hands were covered with colorful oil paint, and he didn't know where he found it. of.

Before Qiu Jiyan could stop, the little boy who couldn't stop the car crashed into his arms like a cannonball. His two little hands grabbed his chest indiscriminately, and immediately turned a snow-white shirt into a An impression of Van Gogh.

Lin Lin on the side was dumbfounded.

Mr. Qiu is about to take the stage to give a speech. Such a tall image is simply the best spokesperson for the company's image.

But in less than a second, this image turned into a hippie style, and for a while, she didn't know what to do.

Qiu Jiyan supported the little boy who fell on his chest. Although he had already seen the painting of the two little dirty hands on his shirt, he didn't show any anger, but patiently told him to stand upright, reminding him not to run so fast.

"Yu Zhe, running so fast again, I can't even catch up with you... President Qiu..."

A man quickly ran towards the little boy from the classroom, and was stunned when he saw Qiu Jiyan and the colorful impression painting on his chest.

The man chasing him... turned out to be Xia Wangchuan.

Yu Ling's unit had a project review process that he was in charge of today, which happened to conflict with the activity time of the rehabilitation center.

With no way to ask for leave, he thought that tonight was just the time for Xia Wangchuan to give Yu Zhe a massage.

So, he had the cheek to call Xia Wangchuan, asking him to come over a little earlier and help bring Yu Zhe along, and he would try to come over as early as possible.

Xia Wangchuan agreed immediately.

It's just that after taking Yu Zhe for a long time, he realized that as long as you don't look at him for more than five seconds, he will definitely leave your sight.

For example, now, I just glanced at the wechat sent from my phone, and it shouldn't even arrive for five seconds, this little guy has already caused trouble.

Qiu Jiyan grabbed Yu Zhe's hand and nodded towards Xia Wangchuan.

He held the little boy's hands full of oil paint for no other purpose, but worried that if he let go, the things in the boy's hands would be printed on Xia Wangchuan's shirt immediately.

Not to mention, I'm used to seeing Xia Wangchuan in the 'Palace' uniform, but today I saw him in a white shirt and black trousers for the first time, with smooth lines and a gentle demeanor, the whole person is simply too good-looking.

Although Yu Zhe got into trouble, he still jumped up and down without knowing how deep it was, trying to get out of Qiu Jiyan's hands.

It's just that Qiu Jiyan's hand was very strong, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he jumped.

Instinctively, he thought that this tall, dark-faced man whose clothes were messed up by him was punishing him, so he grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

Seeing Xia Wangchuan approaching, his narrow-mindedness came very quickly. While exerting force towards him, he yelled, "Dad! Dad, come quickly, this uncle makes me sore!"

The sudden word "father" made Qiu Jiyan and Xia Wangchuan dumbfounded at the same time.

Yu Zhe felt his hand loosen, he immediately broke away from Qiu Jiyan's grip, and threw himself on Xia Wangchuan who was in a daze.

Sure enough, another impression painting was born in an instant.

For the first time, Qiu Jiyan felt that his brain was not enough for those few seconds.

Before he could start thinking, Lin Lin on the side had already walked over quickly to remind him that it was time to start the event.

Qiu Jiyan took a look at the "father and son" whose age combination seemed a little unreasonable, and walked steadily towards the rostrum in the middle of the classroom.

Probably because his tall and steady figure was too handsome, and the impression painting on the white shirt was so vivid. For a while, the whole big classroom was miraculously quiet except for the voices of a few children.

The person in charge of the rehabilitation center politely introduced Qiu Jiyan's identity briefly.

When the parents and teachers knew that this model-like young talent turned out to be the CEO of the Qiu Corporation, there were whispers under the stage for a moment.

After the person in charge talked about Qiu's support and funding for the "Little Angel of Starlight" activity, he invited Qiu Jiyan to give a speech at the launching ceremony of the activity according to the procedure.

Qiu Jiyan nodded slightly towards the audience, but his eyes seemed to be searching among Wu Yangyang's crowd, until he saw a man who also had an impression painting on his chest, then he stopped his eyes.

"Dads, mothers, parents of the previous generation, and all the teachers here, you have worked hard!"

Qiu Jiyan's voice was deep and powerful, echoing throughout the large classroom.

He suddenly bent down and bowed deeply.

"As a representative of the Qiu family, I would like to tell everyone that I know the hard work and hardships of everyone here, and I also know that among you, no family has ever thought of giving up on these little angels."

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"I have worked as a volunteer and learned about children with ADHD and autism, so I know your hard work, sweat and tears, and I also know the responsibilities and pressures that every family bears."

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"Here, the Qiu Group is willing to work with every family here to do our best to help every child, so that they can truly become angels illuminated by the stars."

There were fragile mothers in the audience crying, and more people applauded Qiu Jiyan's words.

"Look at me, it's a gift from a little angel as soon as we met. Look, doesn't it look like a wonderful impression painting? I think, although our child has various problems, but But they can't stop the brilliance in their lives, remember, the Qiu family will always be behind everyone!"

Standing behind Yu Zhe, Xia Wangchuan, who supported his shoulders, was lost in thought.

The sincere and affectionate man in front of him seemed to inadvertently show another side of him that he never let himself discover.

It turned out that under his dignified and indifferent appearance, there was such a warm face.

"I'm sorry Xiaoxia, I'm late! God, this is Yu Zhe's fault, I'm so sorry!"

Yu Ling who had just rushed over from his work unit almost broke out in sweat looking at the oil paint on Xia Wangchuan's white shirt.

While reprimanding Yu Zhe in a low voice, he took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, walked to Xia Wangchuan, and wanted to wipe him off.

The project he is in charge of today will go to the review meeting, and he will report to the review meeting.

So Yu Ling, who has never had time to take care of himself, rarely wore a neat black suit, shirt tie, leather shoes, and paired with that pair of glasses today. He looked a few years younger, with a refined appearance.

After finishing his speech, Qiu Jiyan walked down from the side of the stage and walked to the back of the venue where he saw Xia Wangchuan just now.

Several media reporters stopped him and wanted him to say a few more words, but he smiled and let Lin Lin act as a shield.

As soon as he walked to the back of the crowd, Qiu Jiyan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

A handsome man who looked quite gentle was carefully wiping the oil paint on Xia Wangchuan's chest with a wet towel.

And the slender man seemed to be looking at the other's drooping face affectionately. (Is anyone blind? How can you tell?)

The little angel of the instigator held a man with one hand, and was yelling left and right, "Dad, Dad, I have two good dads!"

"Two... good... Dad!"

Qiu Jiyan felt that he suddenly didn't understand the meaning of the word "father".