Husband's Fingertips

"Me? How big is it?"

Qiu Jiyan was at a loss.

"You are big everywhere!"

Xia Wangchuan felt that the growing darkness of night seemed to give him courage that he didn't usually have.

There was a hint of a smile on his slightly hot face. After throwing this joke at Qiu Jiyan, he grabbed the massage bag in his hand and waved at him, and ran towards the community in three steps at a time.

Qiu Jiyan was confused by his rambling "President Qiu is the big one", when he suddenly threw a sentence that was obviously ambiguous to himself, even though he was always indifferent, Can't help being a little distracted by the teasing between the man's eyebrows.

Where are the big ones?

Qiu Jiyan subconsciously touched his big and straight nose, and couldn't help but glance at his lower body.

Well, it's good that you know.

The figure running quickly towards the yard looked like a phoenix bamboo under the moonlight, its slender branches swaying in the breeze, and firmly attracted the deep eyes of the man beside the car.

However, people are about to run away. Whether he will work as a masseur at his own home or not is still undecided!

Xia Wangchuan, who had already reached the gate, seemed to know what Qiu Jiyan was thinking, and happened to stop at this moment and turned around.

"Mr. Qiu, you understand the three things. It is up to you to decide whether I can meet Mr. Qiu's requirements and meet the requirements for choosing a masseuse in your family! If you decide, give me a call!"

Xia Wangchuan made a phone call gesture with his hand next to his ear, smiled at Qiu Jiyan, turned around completely and disappeared behind the courtyard gate.

Qiu Jiyan's face slowly became more relaxed following the disappearing figure.

Withdrawing his hand from the compartment cover, he realized that a slight tide of sweat had oozed from his palm at some point.

He subconsciously moved the back of his neck. He hadn't massaged for many days. It seemed that the next time Xia Wangchuan gave him a massage, he seemed to be able to lie on the bed in the massage room at home.

With the mood that seemed to be more satisfying than a North American commercial project, Qiu Jiyan, from the garage to the front door, hummed a song that was rare in 800 years.

Generally, in the Qiu family at this time, except for Qiu Jilin who may still be studying, the older ones are probably already asleep.

But when Qiu Jiyan pushed the door and walked into the mansion, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

The light in the living room was still on. Mrs. Ding was looking at something on the sofa wearing flower glasses. When she saw him come in, the old lady gave him a glare, "I came back so late, and I didn't even say a phone call, eh, Yanyan, why are you still wearing a floral shirt?"

Qiu Jiyan looked down at himself and couldn't help but smile.

He walked up to the old lady, "Where did I get the floral shirt, take a closer look, it was stained by children when participating in public welfare activities."

The old lady took off her reading glasses, took a closer look, smiled and shook her head.

"Hey, it's grandma's old eyesight that's dizzy. Let me just say, how can such a decent person like my eldest grandson be dressed in fancy clothes? By the way, pass me the tea."

Qiu Jiyan handed over the teacup on the coffee table while looking at the grandfather clock in the corner of the hall.

"Grandma, you still don't sleep at such a late hour, and drink so much tea, aren't you afraid of insomnia?"

Mrs. Ding drank her tea, her gaze fell on Qiu Jiyan's face, and she stared at it for a while.

"Yanyan, grandma has been waiting for you to come back so that I can discuss something with you. If you don't talk about this, grandma won't be able to sleep well."

Qiu Jiyan sat down next to the old lady calmly, feeling very excited in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all.

He knew that what the old lady wanted to mention must be the topic of masseurs.

really.

"Today, your second aunt told me about finding a masseuse again. To be honest, I am also very anxious about Jilin's legs, and you can't stop your massage, so Yanyan, grandma wants you to hurry up , get this done."

Qiu Jiyan nodded calmly, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away."

Mrs. Ding sighed, "Yanyan, grandma knows that everything entrusted to you will be handled satisfactorily, but the matter of this private masseur may seem small, but in grandma's heart, it is no worse than what you do in the company Those things are small."

"No matter how big those things outside are, they can't escape the word of money. It's a matter of face. But the matter of inviting people to the house is related to our Qiu family. It's a matter of the heart. Yan Yan, you are a smart Son, grandma doesn't talk too much, I believe you also understand which is more important, face or inside."

Qiu Jiyan shook the old lady's slack but still flexible hand, and nodded vigorously.

"So, grandma has a special requirement for this masseur. You must remember that, in addition to good craftsmanship and good character, this person must not be too good-looking. If you are not qualified for this, you cannot enter Qiu The door of the house!"

Can't be too pretty...

Qiu Jiyan, who was sitting bored in the study, wrote these five characters over and over again on the paper that he usually practiced calligraphy.

Seeing that a large blank paper was almost filled with his writing, he didn't seem to want to stop yet.

The black and white words were written clearly and clearly, but Qiu Jiyan's heart was a mess.

He knew that he ignored grandma's thoughts, and only thought about whether Xia Wangchuan would agree to come to Qiu's house, but he completely forgot that there was another person in the family who was more picky about appearance than himself.

The point is, she chose a good-looking face, and Xia Wangchuan's face is so damn good-looking.

It was a face that made Qiu Jiyan want to refuse and welcome.

It has the tenderness of peach pistils in the spring breeze and the coldness of wintersweet in the winter snow, as if born with a bit of contradiction, but also mixed with a certain style.

Sometimes, the warmth and calmness on that face is like that of a neighbor's elder brother. When he uses his flexible fingertips to lead himself into a peaceful sleep, Qiu Jiyan, who is the grandson of Qiu's parents, will inexplicably feel a feeling of being pityed and loved by his elder brother. a feeling of.

He doesn't have an older brother, but he knows what a gentle and careful older brother looks like.

He may help himself to wash his feet, wash his socks, and use his body temperature to warm his winter quilt.

And the same face, when I touched his bottom line, that face would lose the tenderness of the peach blossom, turning his stubborn side into the thorn of a rose.

Although it is getting better and better, it is difficult to handle.

So how could such a face pass the test of the old lady?

The pen in Qiu Jiyan's hand suddenly stopped.

A face that was more stern because of hard thinking smiled inexplicably, as if thinking of something.

That's right, he thought of the first time he saw Xia Wangchuan in the 'palace'.

Although it was also after drinking, the memory of that time surprisingly remained in Qiu Jiyan's mind.

The ordinary to ugly melon hijab covered the man's full forehead and two slender eyebrows.

A pair of cheap black glasses not only completely covered the brilliance of those peach blossom eyes, but also filled up the high bridge of the nose, making the originally three-dimensional facial features into a plane without ups and downs.

Qiu Jiyan felt a little excited.

The pen that was originally writing actually subconsciously outlined a villain with rough lines on the paper.

The villain has tousled hair and boxy glasses, and he has a few strokes of mustache on his lips and chin.

Hey!

What a wonderful little man!

Saturday morning.

Xia Wangchuan practiced a complex tongue twister in front of the window as usual.

The lilacs in the flower bed downstairs have been soaked by the morning dew, and there is a clear and refreshing aroma in it, which makes people feel indescribably comfortable.

The mobile phone placed beside the bed suddenly rang, Xia Wangchuan froze for a moment, who called so early?

There is only one word on the phone screen: "Qiu".

Xia Wangchuan felt his heart beat two beats faster. Last night, only six or seven hours had passed since the conversation in front of the community gate, and the man called again.

No matter what it is, it is a surprise.

"Good morning."

Qiu Jiyan's calm and deep voice came from the receiver.

Although there were only two words, Xia Wangchuan's face was inexplicably hot.

These two words were once said in the mouth of the teenager who held himself in his arms while he was asleep one morning 16 years ago.

"Good morning, Mr. Qiu!"

"Is there anything to do during the day?"

Qiu Jiyan's tone was as usual, but straight to the point in the plain.

After the conversation last night, Qiu Jiyan already knew the purpose of Xia Wangchuan's rest on Friday and Saturday, and also knew that he should be free during the day for these two days.

"Well...no...it's nothing."

Xia Wangchuan felt a little nervous and stuttered for no reason.

Well, the tongue twister just now was a waste of practice.

"I know a private teahouse with a nice environment, let's go there and sit for a while."

"..."

Xia Wangchuan didn't think about what to say within three seconds.

This... why is it a bit like a date?

Qiu Jiyan felt the other party's doubts from Xia Wangchuan's paused reply.

"It still happened last night. It's a special situation. I think it's better to have a face-to-face meeting."

"Oh, then I'll listen to you."

It turned out to be the case.

Xia Wangchuan felt as if his heart was being hung in the air by a thin rope, he lifted it up for a while, and put it down for a while.

"Well, wait for me to pick you up."

Xia Wangchuan carefully tidied himself up amidst a burst of apprehension and faint excitement.

In normal days, I basically stay in the 'palace'. I don't leave my uniform every day, and I don't feel in the mood to dress up.

But today is different.

Whether it's discussing things, or drinking tea and chatting, I want to go out with the person on my heart today.

No matter what special circumstances it has, just treat it as the first date with Qiu Nanshen!

With the idea that he must never lose his position, let alone the male god, Xia Wangchuan quickly tidied himself up for a while.

When Qiu Jiyan saw him walking out of the building door in the car, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.

Today's Xia Wangchuan is too fucking... so fucking good-looking!

However, what I am afraid of now is that you are too good-looking, you know?

Perhaps because of the weekend, the two casually dressed in casual clothes today.

When Xia Wangchuan opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz, he was a little surprised to find that he and Qiu Jiyan seemed to be dressed exactly the same.

Gray casual sweater, black casual pants, white casual shoes.

If you put aside the low-key texture of Qiu Jiyan's outfit that is unique to luxury goods, in terms of style and color alone, the best adjective for the outfit of the two of them is... couple outfit.

Qiu Jiyan didn't seem to notice at all that Xia Wangchuan and himself were dressed so imaginatively. He turned the steering wheel and drove out of the car.

It's just that while waiting for the first red light outside the gate of the community, he glanced slightly at Xia Wangchuan's clothes from the corner of his eye, and then turned his gaze to the tree-lined road outside the window.

A young couple holding hands happened to pass by on the lush green road, both wearing the same long-sleeved T-sleeves.

Boys have "Naturally" printed on their backs, and girls have "A Couple."

Qiu Jiyan silently read the four words together in his heart, and looked down at himself somewhat unnaturally.

The private teahouse is in a small alley near Houhai, so it is hard to find.

Qiu Jiyan has been here several times with his business partners, so he is quite familiar with the road.

There were basically no customers in the teahouse in the morning, and a waitress was cleaning lazily. When she saw two handsome men who made people's eyes come in, she immediately regained her spirits.

"May I ask you two to sit in the lobby or..."

"Private room."

Qiu Jiyan took the words briefly.

Xia Wangchuan quietly looked at the surrounding environment. Although this place is not the luxurious atmosphere of a 'palace', it shows a low-key nobleness in the simplicity.

Hearing Qiu Jiyan's voice, he looked at the empty hall, just the two of them, and a private room?

He felt a little nervous for no reason, and a little...excited.

"A pot of white tea, two kinds of dried fruit and your snacks."

In the small private room, after the waiter wrote down the list, Qiu Jiyan glanced at Xia Wangchuan who was sitting across from him. The other party lowered his eyes and looked seriously at the antique utensils placed on the tea table.

"I ordered white tea."

Qiu Jiyan didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to talk about the tea that both of them were familiar with.

"I love to drink."

Xia Wangchuan responded softly, raised his head, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qiu, don't laugh at me. Craftsmen like us are stuck working in massage parlors every day. I don't know much about this kind of consumption. You Well-informed, the arrangement must be good.”

I don't know if the sunlight outside the window happened to be shining on Qiu Jiyan's body, but when he heard Xia Wangchuan's words, he actually felt warm in his heart.

Tsk tsk, this guy is as stubborn as a bull when he picks people up, but when he speaks this slightly coaxing words, he is like a sweet and soft cat.

"Well, their dim sum is the handicraft of Jiangnan's master. It tastes really good. Try it."

The waiter was putting snacks and dried fruit plates on the table. Qiu Jiyan reached out his hand to Xia Wangchuan to signal him. That gesture, in Xia Wangchuan's eyes, seemed like an extremely gentleman and extremely handsome.

What kind of snacks are probably not as delicious as him like this?

While he was cursing in his heart that he shouldn't be infatuated with this man at every turn, but he couldn't help but look more at the sculpted lines on that face.

No way, who made him part with him for 16 long years.

And after 16 years, being able to drink tea and eat at the same table with him, even if the food is dirt, I believe that I will feel a sense of happiness.

"I still want to tell you about going to my house for a massage."

"You say."

Xia Wangchuan put down the teacup in his hand, and the man opposite looked normal, it didn't seem like there was anything special he said.

"Can you change your image before you go?"

"Change image?"

Xia Wangchuan didn't react for a while.

"Well, let me tell you straight, our family has lived together for several generations, and the previous generation is more conservative, especially my grandma, who has been in the family for a generation and has a strong temper. She asked me to find a masseuse that must not be too Pretty, and you... are so pretty."

Xia Wangchuan could hear every word Qiu Jiyan said clearly, and understood the meaning of his words, but now he only remembered the last few words in his mind.

You... are so pretty.