Husband's Fingertips

It was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening when Xia Wangchuan took the last bus back to the community from Yu Ling's house.

After taking a shortcut and being kicked last time, Xia Wangchuan no longer took the road along the green belt, but instead took the main entrance of the community.

It was very late at night, and the old people who played chess under the street lamp outside the gate had already returned home, deserted and deserted, and only saw a big black Mercedes parked there.

The appearance of that luxury car in this somewhat shabby neighborhood is quite eye-catching, Xia Wangchuan subconsciously took a second look.

Before he could take his eyes off the car, the door of the driver's seat opened suddenly, and a man's long leg stretched out.

"President Qiu..."

Xia Wangchuan was stunned when he saw the long-legged man getting out of the car.

The dim light of the street lamp cast a beautiful shadow on Qiu Jiyan's face, which was different from the handsome and tender young talent on the podium of the Bairi Rehabilitation Center. At this moment, he seemed to have a gloomy complexion.

"Talk to you something."

Qiu Jiyan didn't come over, but leaned against the car door.

That posture made his legs look longer and longer. Xia Wangchuan glanced at it, and his heart beat inexplicably accelerated.

Qiu Jiyan's shirt was still the one that was soiled by Yu Zhe in the afternoon, and it had not been replaced after such a long time, which seemed to be inconsistent with his always neat and tidy image.

Xia Wangchuan slowly walked a few steps towards him, stood in front of the car, "What's the matter, tell me."

"I want to know three things about you, one is what the hell are you doing on your Fridays and Saturdays off? One is that day at the nightclub, why did you drink so much? And one, the kid today...well, and the kid daddy , what is going on?"

Qiu Jiyan's car has been parked here for several hours.

While waiting for Xia Wangchuan to come back, he carefully and carefully sorted out his thoughts.

In the end, Qiu Jiyan made a decision.

There is no need for me to struggle with a masseuse for so long. This kind of me is not the decisive appearance that a group leader should have, nor is it the appearance that I have always insisted on since I was an adult.

If I continue to keep guessing and doubting in my stomach like this, let alone others, even I will look down on myself a bit.

For a massager, Qiu Jiyan, are you worth it?

If you have any doubts or questions in your heart, just ask him face to face.

He satisfies himself with his answers, so he hires him as a family masseuse; he disappoints himself with his answers, so he shoots and breaks up, what a joy!

Qiu Jiyan, who always thought of it and did it, really didn't procrastinate this time.

Xia Wangchuan was stunned.

He didn't know that the purpose of Qiu Jiyan waiting at the gate so late was to ask himself these three questions.

Sure enough, this man was interested in what happened to him.

To be honest, what Xia Wangchuan felt at this moment was a strange surprise.

For a moment, he even felt that Qiu Jiyan was about to say something immediately afterwards, "I'm asking you this because I care about you."

He stabilized his mind, looked at the other party as calmly as possible, and asked a question.

"Why do you want to know this?"

He wanted to see if Qiu Jiyan would really say the words that he cared about him.

"Because I'm looking for a family masseur for my family, I can be honest, the person I'm looking for not only needs good craftsmanship, but more importantly, good character. Those who are frivolous and casual can't enter our Qiu family. ,so……"

"So you want to know if I'm the frivolous person you're talking about, are you?"

Xia Wangchuan suddenly interrupted him quickly.

Because, he suddenly found himself getting angry with someone, very angry.

That person is not someone else, but yourself.

It is the self who thinks that he has achieved a small amount of success on the road of "recruiting a husband".

I thought he would say what he cared about, but what happened?

Well, I really care about it, but what I care about is completely different from what I think in my heart.

It turned out that this man really cared about him, he could even be said to be very concerned about him, but...he was thinking about his family, his family, and not letting their family have any more accidents because they hired an incompetent masseuse.

Rather than thinking about what he looks like in his heart.

It doesn't matter whether he is a loyal husband or a good-for-nothing, it doesn't really affect him.

To him, what he is worth is only his hands, that's all!

Xia Wangchuan once again felt the embarrassment and anger welling up in his heart.

The more he cares about him, the more he wants to get close to him, the more he will not get his favor.

Who does this man think he is?

If I hadn't slept with him in a daze when I was a teenager, been moved by him helping me beat a hooligan, and had my stepmother entreating me to treat him better before she died, why should I accept him? What a cold face!

Looking at Qiu Jiyan's expressionless face opposite, Xia Wangchuan felt as if a large pot of boiling water was steaming in his heart.

He felt like he wanted to blurt out a big push.

"I'm sorry Mr. Qiu, what kind of person I am, who I hang out with, how much I drink, all are easy to answer, but I don't think I need to tell you everything!"

"There are so many good masseuses in Beijing, why do you have to compete with me!"

"Sorry, I never thought about going to your house!"

…………..

Okay, now that you think so, let's tell him that!

Xia Wangchuan straightened his body, and looked at Qiu Jiyan with a trace of passion in his eyes. At this moment, he really looked like a rose that wanted to pierce someone in the night wind.

His gaze was supposed to boldly meet the gaze of that arrogant man, but for some reason, he was immediately attracted by a man's hand.

That was Qiu Jiyan's right hand resting on the carriage.

His whole body has been leaning on the carriage, with his left hand in his trouser pocket. That posture not only looks chic, but also has a kind of leisure that is rarely seen under an orthodox face.

With Qiu Jiyan in this state, it seemed that no matter what explanation Xia Wangchuan gave him, he didn't care at all.

But his right hand betrayed him.

Probably engaged in a job that relies on hands for a living, Xia Wangchuan is subconsciously sensitive to a person's hands.

From the posture and movement of his hands, he can often judge a person's true thoughts under his fingertips.

And now Qiu Jiyan's hand, in his opinion, was completely incompatible with that face that seemed to be extremely calm.

The fingers of that hand kept tapping on the carriage. Although the sound was not loud, the rhythm in the sound could still be heard, which was tense and chaotic.

Especially when he saw himself straightening his waist, the movement of that hand suddenly stopped, and then struck again with a more chaotic rhythm than before.

Xia Wangchuan knew that the movement of this hand was entirely Qiu Jiyan's subconscious behavior.

However, ten fingers connected to a heart, his hand has already betrayed his heart.

It turned out that this man actually cared very much about the answer he wanted to give.

He suddenly felt that the air flow that was blocked in his heart just now was unblocked in an instant.

Although this man was tall, well-groomed, stern and dignified, his performance in public could simply blind people's eyes.

But in fact, behind his unknown, there are some unknown true emotions hidden by him.

I really can't be fooled by his poker face!

Moreover, he actually wanted to take himself home to be a personal masseur, which was simply an unbelievable proposal.

I am in a dilemma, how can I take another step towards him, and go faster on the road of "contracting a husband", and now, someone actually thinks of what is ahead of me, is this considered a tacit understanding?

Qiu Jiyan looked at Xia Wangchuan in front of him, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

This man seemed to be very responsive to the questions he raised. He not only asked himself very bluntly why he needed to know this, but also obviously had some emotional changes after he gave those high-sounding reasons.

He seemed angry.

It's not that he has never experienced Xia Wangchuan's stubbornness, this seemingly moist and peaceful man has always had his own bottom line in his heart.

It seemed that his overly straightforward inquiries touched his sensitive nerves.

Qiu Jiyan is already thinking about the next step, what should he do if Xia Wangchuan says no to him, should he just give up, or...

"President Qiu, I'll just ask you one question. As long as you answer it, I'll tell you all three questions you asked. One-on-three, it's better for you."

Xia Wangchuan who spoke suddenly was not as excited as Qiu Jiyan imagined.

On the contrary, he winked at Qiu Jiyan slightly mischievously.

That seemingly casual blink of an eye made Qiu Jiyan's heart skip a beat.

Damn, I should know that this man is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He never seems to give his imaginary route on the track he takes for granted.

"Well, you ask."

Qiu Jiyan stopped tapping with his right hand, and pressed against the carriage with a little nervousness.

"You said just now that you were looking for a masseur for your family, um, what about you yourself? Or go to the 'palace' and don't need me to massage, right?"

Xia Wangchuan's eyes fell on Qiu Jiyan's face, he knew that his question was intentional, he just wanted him to speak out.

"Of course! At home, you mainly give me... press."

Qiu Jiyan didn't expect his answer to be so fast, so fast that he didn't have time to organize his words.

He frowned somewhat annoyed, feeling as if he had been tricked out of his heart.

Xia Wangchuan's mouth quickly flashed a smile, and before Qiu Jiyan didn't notice, he quickly licked it off.

"Well, I see, and what you say is what you say, then I will answer the three questions of Mr. Qiu."

The streetlights outside the gate of the community stretched the shadows of the two men a little boringly.

The figure leaning on the car seemed to find the rhythm of finger tapping in the calm narration of the other party. It was no longer tense and messy, but more and more brisk and natural.

It turns out that the so-called benefactors that Xia Wangchuan gave up the opportunity to make money to accompany were the impoverished father and son. Both ribs and knives.

Although I once doubted him, the trust in him deep in my heart was indeed right.

"You drink a lot."

Qiu Jiyan, who had been quietly listening to Xia Wangchuan's answer to that question, suddenly interjected quietly.

Xia Wangchuan was talking about the unavoidable wine fight in the nightclub.

Qiu Jiyan was relieved that he would drink like that, but he was still shocked by the wine he drank.

Compared with Xia Wangchuan, his drinking capacity can be counted as a negative number. Is this...a kind of complement?

It was the first time Xia Wangchuan heard Qiu Jiyan speak in that faint tone, that tone seemed to have been soaked in the night as thick as wine, with an indescribably low and magnetic tone.

He seemed to have a feeling of being touched by an electric current instantly, and his whole body suddenly became numb and itchy.

For a moment, my mind seemed to be short-circuited, and some messy images flashed back.

Among them, there was a scene where the man was rushing to release the water, which shocked him so much.

"Boss Qiu is the big one."

In this state, Xia Wangchuan didn't think much at all, and just took it casually.

Qiu Jiyan froze for a moment, his eyes fell on Xia Wangchuan's face suspiciously.

"Me? How big is it?"

He knows best about his drinking capacity, it's too far away from 'big'.

Xia Wangchuan was stunned.

I... what did I say casually?

He felt his whole face heat up.