Husband's Fingertips

Xia Wangchuan felt a little dazed for a while.

He really didn't expect that he would be so... pretty in Qiu Jiyan's heart.

But what made him even more confused was a matter of hindsight, "Let me change my image?"

Not working as a home masseur?No matter how it sounds, it seems like letting yourself be an underground party to lurk in the enemy's camp.

He subconsciously shook his head in a moment of ignorance.

Qiu Jiyan frowned with thick eyebrows.

"you are not willing?"

He still tried to ask, even though he was not fully sure before he made this request with Xia Wangchuan.

After all, a good masseur relies on his craft, not his face, not to mention, he still has to put on an ugly face.

But for some reason, Qiu Jiyan always had a very strange feeling in his heart, that Xia Wangchuan should agree to him.

Although I can't find any specific reason for this feeling, whenever he thinks of the scene when he and he met for the first time, and thinks of his ugly and ugly dress at that time, he will have an uncertain thought.

This seemingly multi-faceted masseur should be a little concerned about himself, right?

"No, I just didn't think too much about what you want me to be. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

Xia Wangchuan actually didn't reject him outright.

Qiu Jiyan's heart suddenly felt a sense of joy of fulfilling his wish, but he has always kept his emotions and anger indifferent, but his slightly frowned brows became more relaxed.

"You can do it, just dress up like you did when you gave me the first massage, but it's actually... pretty ugly."

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

Qiu Jiyan took another sip of tea, "Just use the hairstyle and glasses from last time, and grow a little beard. Don't dress so neatly today, it will definitely work."

Xia Wangchuan gave a "hmm" without saying yes or no, but looked at Qiu Jiyan's confident expression and slightly curled his lips.

This man seems to have been prepared a long time ago. He even designed his own image. In order to meet his grandma's request, he was really distracted.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the extent of Mr. Qiu's distraction.

"Look at this, you can have a general reference."

Qiu Jiyan took out a piece of paper folded squarely from the inner pocket of his suit, opened it and placed it in front of Xia Wangchuan.

The moment Xia Wangchuan's eyes fell on the paper, he was stunned.

On the white paper is a villain drawn with a brush.

Let's just say it's a person.

A big circle is framed on a cylinder, presumably the top is the head, and the bottom is the body.

Big head son?

Xia Wangchuan clenched the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

Inside the circle was a pair of glasses that could be seen, and above the circle was a mess of grass-like lines, which should represent human hair.

On the top and bottom of a short horizontal line under the glasses, some lines are also drawn. Is this a beard?

Xia Wangchuan glanced at this postmodernist montage painting, and couldn't help but glance at the man opposite.

Qiu Jiyan, who was pouring water into the teacup, had a dignified and calm expression. It seemed that what was handed over to Xia Wangchuan was not his graffiti, but a contract or a document that was most common in his daily work, nothing more.

But does he really not know that his drawing ability is probably only at the level of a kindergarten class?

Xia Wangchuan lowered his head and folded the paper again according to the old creases, "Mr. Qiu, give it to me. With Mr. Qiu's design, I think I should be able to change my image."

Qiu Jiyan watched Xia Wangchuan's slender fingers fold the paper neatly with a few strokes, very neatly.

His gaze followed the ten fingers slowly upwards, and landed on the delicate and clean face of the other party.

Such an extremely handsome face will soon change into that old and rustic look, Qiu Jiyan suddenly felt an inexplicable unease in his heart.

"Master Xia..."

Qiu Jiyan, who had shouted halfway, stopped.

"How do I call you from now on?"

He really didn't know how to address the other party in the future. In the past, Master Xia called it naturally in the 'Gong Li', but now it seems a little alienated.

After all, when Master Lao Gu was working as a masseuse at his home, he never called him Master, but he always called him Grandpa Gu.

"President Qiu, since we won't be dealing with massage parlors in the future, don't call me Master, just call me Lao Xia."

The cup in Qiu Jiyan's hand shook slightly, and he raised his head in astonishment.

"Old Xia?"

"That's right, I read your profile in the 'Gongli', aren't you 26 years old this year? I'm two years older than you, so it's okay to be called Lao Xia!"

Qiu Jiyan's slightly astonished expression quickly returned to a calm expression.

But his eyes couldn't help but look up on the face of the man opposite.

Xia Wangchuan was drinking tea with his head down, his clean and clear face was just bathed in the sunlight outside the window, but his pores were hardly visible.Under the high bridge of the nose, the two pale red lips are set off by the snow-white porcelain cup, which seems to be fresh and tender like a cherry after the rain.

Qiu Jiyan raised his teacup, his face was still calm and composed, but his hard Adam's apple slid up and down for some reason.

Is the smell of tea making him salivate, or something else?

This man who is so tender that he can pinch pulp let himself call him Lao Xia?

It's so fucking awkward, don't do it!

Although he believed that Xia Wangchuan didn't need to joke about his age with him, he still couldn't help asking, "Are you 28? You look much younger than me."

"You are mature and stable. Unlike me, 28 still looks like you haven't grown up. However, I think if I look like that, I will definitely look much older than you. It is suitable to be called Lao Xia."

Xia Wangchuan made up his mind about dressing up as the one in Mr. Qiu's painting, and felt an inexplicable urge to laugh in his heart.

"I'm not used to calling it that way. Since we'll be living at home from now on, let's call it Brother Xia according to our family's habit."

Qiu Jiyan looked calm and took another sip of the tea in the cup.

To be honest, he also felt a little reluctant about this "Brother Xia".

A person who looks so much younger than him is actually two years older than him.

Although I used to call Master Gu Grandpa Gu, calling him Brother Xia now is a sign of being well-mannered and well-educated in the mansion, but somehow, I feel a little disadvantaged.

Brother Xia on the opposite side didn't feel at a disadvantage.

On the contrary, when Qiu Jiyan calmly said that he wanted to call him Brother Xia, Xia Wangchuan tried his best to control his expression, so as not to let his overly agitated and excited expression be exposed to Qiu Jiyan's eyes.

Because he couldn't forget the conversation between the two of them under the quilt that winter.

"Then...then if...if I get rid of my stutter, you...can you always call me brother?"

"cannot!"

16 years have passed, and Qiu Jiyan still lingers in his ears with the stubborn tone of a child's voice.

And now, although there is an extra word Xia in the word "Brother Xia", after all, he still calls himself brother!

Qiu Jiyan glanced at the plate where the two of them had already eaten about the same.

"Go home in a while? I'll see you off."

The matter between the two of them has been settled, and the tea is almost finished, so it is time to go back.

"Mr. Qiu, you have a lot of things to do over there, so don't bother to send me off. Besides, I don't want to go back now, I want to go first... to get my hair done."

What Xia Wangchuan said was the truth.

"I'll go with you."

Qiu Jiyan's voice was very calm, but it seemed to be indescribably casual and natural.

"No need, I'll just find a place to do it."

Xia Wangchuan was polite to Qiu Jiyan, but he was a little uncontrollably excited.

When this man said "I'll go with you", he was calm and indifferent, just like the most normal companionship among friends.

But these five words had a completely different meaning in Xia Wangchuan's ears.

Because he remembered that every time his stepmother went to the barber shop to get his hair done, his father would always say with a smile, "I'll go with you, the master in town knows too little, I'll help you out with ideas."

And when Xia Mu was a child, every time she felt that her stepmother's permed hair was very beautiful, maybe it was because there was a man who liked her by her side.

Just like him now.

"I'll go with you, we can discuss together how to cut it to make it more old-fashioned, your face is too tender and pretty, you need to spend some effort to cover it up."

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

I go!

It turned out to be the case.

According to Xia Wangchuan's original intention, just find a small shop near his residence and cut it. Anyway, it doesn't need any good skills to cut it in the ugly.

But Mr. Qiu seemed to have already made up his mind. After coming out of the private teahouse, the Mercedes-Benz made a lot of detours, and soon came to a high-end hair salon that looked very stylish.

As soon as the guide worker at the door saw Qiu Jiyan, he immediately nodded and bowed, smiling all over his face. While leading the two of them to the private room inside, Mr. Qiu and Mr. Qiu made close friends.

Obviously Qiu Jiyan should be a frequent visitor here.

"Master Sun is resting, Mr. Qiu, you came just in time."

After the guide took them to the private room and handed them two bottles of high-grade mineral water, he turned around and went to the master who specialized in haircutting Qiu Jiyan.

Xia Wangchuan found that from entering the door to entering the private room, quite a few eyes were chasing after Qiu Jiyan and himself.

It is probably a law that applies everywhere. In this kind of large-scale, high-end hair salon, the proportion of young GAYs with good looks is the largest.

Because of the characteristics of their profession, the boys in the store especially like to dress up, whether it is hairstyle or clothing, they are all arranged in such a coquettish manner.

Although Xia Wangchuan could almost keep his eyes fixed, he still saw a few handsome or heroic barbers in his corner of the eye, and they kept throwing glances at Qiu Jiyan and himself.

These people are all at the level of service in the lobby. Although they are young and handsome, they are not the facade of the store.

Thinking about those masters who serve VIP customers in high-end private rooms, they should be the top oirans.

This Master Sun, who was doing VIP service for Qiu Jiyan, didn't know what it would be like.

"President Qiu is here!"

A man with a hoarse voice opened the door and came in, first smiling at Qiu Jiyan.

It's just that the smile bloomed on a face that was inexplicably similar to a famous cross talk celebrity, and it seemed to carry an indescribable sense of joy.

Not only is the face similar, but the figure of this person is also completely copied from the appearance of the comedian. The whole person looks like a big meat bun filled with stuffing.

Xia Wangchuan was stunned for three seconds before he suddenly came to his senses.

The barber's appearance is just right for Mr. Qiu, so there's nothing wrong with it.

"This is my friend, Brother Xia, help him cut today."

Qiu Jiyan nodded towards the barber, pointed at Xia Wangchuan and said something.

After hearing Qiu Jiyan's obviously stretched 'Brother Xia', Master Sun opened his eyes involuntarily, and looked up and down at Xia Wangchuan who was beside him.

When he saw the two dressed like a couple, he blinked his small eyes and nodded meaningfully.

"President Qiu, your brother looks really ugly. If you don't tell me, I thought he was your little brother."

While asking Xia Wangchuan to come to the shampoo chair to lie down, he couldn't help but say to Xia Wangchuan in a half-complimentary and half-sincere way, "Mr. Except for me, everyone is handsome, but compared with you, they are far behind!"

Xia Wangchuan smiled, "Master Sun, you really know how to talk."

Master Sun tested the temperature of the water and took a look at Qiu Jiyan. The other party happened to have a phone call and didn't pay attention to it.

He whispered, "It's not that I will say, but you are so handsome. Let's put it this way, I have known Mr. Qiu for a long time, and I have never seen him bring a person here. No matter male or female, you are First!"

Xia Wangchuan heard some overly obvious special meaning in his words, so he couldn't continue for a while.

However, his attention was quickly attracted by Qiu Jiyan who was on the phone, because he found that the other party's voice suddenly brought out an abnormal tone that he had never heard before.

"Have you returned to Beijing?"

Qiu Jiyan seemed to lower his voice subconsciously, but he couldn't hide the coldness in his voice.

"Forget it, I don't have time, and I don't need to meet."

Qiu Jiyan's tone seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Although Xia Wangchuan didn't stare at him, he could feel the cold air suddenly oozing from Qiu Jiyan's body.

For some reason, no matter how Gu Xiaofei described Qiu Jiyan's aloofness and indifference, Xia Wangchuan never found that feeling in this man.

Maybe it was because I knew him a little better than strangers, and knew that the man was actually not as bitingly cold as an iceberg under his upright and arrogant appearance.

But now, Xia Wangchuan really felt the coldness radiating from Qiu Jiyan from the inside out.

Who is the opponent?

Xia Wangchuan put a big question mark in his heart for making the man in front of him have such a big emotional change.

"You are enough, He Qi! My grandma doesn't need you to see, who are you to me!"

Qiu Jiyan's suppressed voice finally raised a few decibels.

"I repeat, I'm very busy, and I don't want to meet irrelevant people. As for my family, the legs are on your body. If you don't want to be seen by others, no one will stop you. Hang up!"

Xia Wangchuan knew that Qiu Jiyan must have rejected someone who seemed to want to meet him again.

Very indifferent, but also very decisive, this is probably the other side of Qiu Jiyan's heart.

After washing his hair, Xia Wangchuan, who was sitting on the barber chair, secretly took a look in the mirror at Qiu Jiyan, who was sitting on the sofa.

He really wanted to see what Young Master Qiu's face would be like after the emotional phone call just now.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of the two met in the mirror.

Xia Wangchuan felt his heart beating faster and faster, the man looked calm, as if the phone call just now had nothing to do with him at all.

On the contrary, when he saw Xia Wangchuan's gaze, he nodded slightly, stood up and walked over.

"Master Sun, I have to say hello to you, Brother Xia, use your experience to cut his hair no matter how ugly it is, and try to make his face look as ugly as possible."

Master Sun: "..."

Qiu Jiyan's phone rang again.

Seeing him in the mirror, Xia Wangchuan's face darkened instantly, he seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, and pressed the answer button.

"It's not over, is it?"

Qiu Jiyan also seemed to glance into the mirror, turned around and walked out of the private room.

Master Sun folded his hands on his chest, frowning at Xia Wangchuan's wet hair.

Seeing Qiu Jiyan go out, his small eyes suddenly flickered, and he leaned into Xia Wangchuan's ear and chuckled, "Look, this guy is so handsome, it's a shame, I'm afraid you will be missed by others , Tsk tsk, Mr. Qiu, I can't tell, he's jealous enough!"

Xia Wangchuan: "..."