Husband's Fingertips

Qiu Jiyan spent a long time on the phone.

By the time he returned to the private room from outside, Master Sun had already cut Xia Wangchuan's hair in sevens and eights.

"President Qiu, please give your valuable advice for the next work!"

Master Sun opened his mouth to show that Beijing men are always poor.

Qiu Jiyan's face was still calm, but when he saw Xia Wangchuan's hairstyle, his eyebrows frowned for an instant, and then stretched out.

It seems that Master Sun has used all his skills, and now above Xia Wangchuan's head is a combination of Beijing's "Bird's Nest" and the Imperial Tieliuhai.

The top of the head is very fluffy, piled up in a mess, with no rules to follow.

A few locks of half-length hair hung on his forehead, blocking out his slender eyebrows and beautiful eyes as if blocking out the sun.

"Not bad!"

Xia Wangchuan could see that Qiu Jiyan's words were very detached, that man wanted to see a self like this.

However, would he really be afraid of being missed, as Master Sun said?

He shook his head helplessly at his silly self in the mirror.

When Qiu Jiyan signed the bill, Master Sun quietly walked to Xia Wangchuan's side.

"Mr. Xia, in fact, your hair quality and brain shape are the standards that I have rarely seen in hairdressing for so many years. If I do it seriously, I will definitely make you handsome from here to Chang'an Street. In this way, if one day you don't need to look After getting this weird hairstyle, you can come to me, and I will keep it to make you so handsome!"

Xia Wangchuan nodded to him and smiled slightly.

On the way through the hall from the private room, Xia Wangchuan felt that the gaze cast over him had increased significantly.

However, surprise turned into surprise.

On the way to send Xia Wangchuan home, Qiu Jiyan didn't speak much.

In Xia Wangchuan's eyes, the way he concentrates on driving without speaking is highly consistent with his temperament.

When seeing adjectives such as domineering president and high-cold male god, Xia Wangchuan always felt that these words should only exist in novels and idol dramas.

However, at this moment, Qiu Jiyan, who had his hands on the steering wheel and focused his eyes on the front, the edges and corners on his side were as cold and three-dimensional as marble sculptures, which perfectly interpreted these adjectives.

So lovely!

Xia Wangchuan felt that returning Qiu Jiyan's words to describe himself seemed the most correct choice.

The car was already approaching the community where Xia Wangchuan was.

"Is there trouble in the palace? If there is a problem, I can come forward."

At a red light, Qiu Jiyan turned his head slightly, glanced at Xia Wangchuan with his messy hair, and asked calmly.

"It should be fine. I signed a temporary contract. If I want to leave, I just need to tell them a week in advance."

"Well, it will take another week. I feel a little... want a massage."

Qiu Jiyan's tone was indifferent, with a slight sense of complaint, like a person who was hungry and sleepy but not satisfied said "I want to eat a little bit" or "I want to sleep a little bit", so direct and simple.

However, when Xia Wangchuan heard these words, it was as if a soft brush brushed against his heart suddenly, softly.

It turned out that when this man occasionally said a slightly childish sentence, there was a wonderful lethality.

"It's true that you haven't pressed the button for a long time. Why don't you go to my house and do a slow exhaustion for you?"

Xia Wangchuan felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up. To be honest, he himself didn't expect to make such an invitation.

I am about to officially enter the Qiu family. At that time, the two people under the same roof will have more opportunities to get along and get in touch.

Just like Qiu Jiyan answered himself in a hurry, he probably still mainly massaged him after he arrived at Qiu's house, so now they can actually wait patiently for a few more days.

"I made an appointment with a client for lunch, and it may be too late."

Qiu Jiyan glanced at the watch on his wrist and frowned.

Damn, so are the customers, what kind of business are you talking about on Saturdays!

Originally, my whole body was sore and swollen unbearably, but I just answered an unappetizing phone call. At this time, I want to be able to lie down on Xia Wangchuan's bed for a while, wearing his pajamas that are one size smaller but have a fresh smell, and feel his How cool it must be to feel the comfort of ten fingertips slowly seeping into one's limbs!

Xia Wangchuan also felt a little inexplicably disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it, he just smiled slightly.

The car has already driven to the outskirts of the community, turn left, it is the gate of the community, turn right, it is the green belt where the night attack once occurred.

Qiu Jiyan's steering wheel suddenly turned to the quiet green belt.

Xia Wangchuan was stunned for a moment, there were only sidewalks in there, cars couldn't drive in.

Qiu Jiyan slowly parked the car at the innermost corner of the green belt, where there were a few big trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, but there was no one there.

"It's a bit tight to go to your house, so there's still time to press me here."

Qiu Jiyan rolled down the car window by a gap, and shook the back of his neck lightly, "The neck and back are really sore."

Xia Wangchuan didn't speak for a full three seconds.

He knew that Qiu Jiyan's body was very dependent on massage, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

With his character, Xia Wangchuan really didn't expect him to let himself massage him in this closed car...

Although they are the same two people with the same massage method, in a space like the carriage, there is always an indescribable ambiguity.

However, as he became more and more familiar with the grown-up Qiu Jiyan, Xia Wangchuan knew that under his cold and mature appearance, this man also had a frank and frivolous heart at times.

Moreover, isn't it just what I long for day and night to have such an ambiguity between the two of us?

"Then, lie down on the back seat, it will be more comfortable."

Qiu Jiyan jumped out of the driver's seat with a calm expression and went around to the back seat.

When he got out of the car, he subconsciously snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Compared with other models, the interior of the Mercedes-Benz is already quite spacious, but Qiu Jiyan, who was leaning over the back seat, was still too tall, so he had to curl up a little.

"Do you need to undress?"

Qiu Jiyan looked down at his pullover sweater, and asked a casual question.

He was used to wearing thin massage clothes every time he had a massage. This sweater was rather thick and really uncomfortable.

Xia Wangchuan felt as if he was thrown onto the quiz stage of a quiz for a while.

If you don’t answer, points will be deducted; if you answer, you really can’t!

Well, go with the feeling.

"Take it off... take it off, the effect will be better."

Qiu Jiyan sat up, raised his hand and took off the hoodie, his wheat-colored muscular upper body made the whole compartment smell of hormones instantly.

Xia Wangchuan knew that he had to seriously adjust his breathing rate now, because in the narrow space, there was no way to avoid physical contact between him and Qiu Jiyan.But that man's body is so hot.

Looking at Qiu Jiyan who was lying prone on the back seat, he suddenly realized that he couldn't find a suitable posture to massage Qiu Weiyan.

He couldn't stand up, and he couldn't squat down. To put it an exaggeration, he couldn't straighten up even if he wanted to ride on him.

How to do it?

Xia Wangchuan blinked and had an idea.

"President Qiu, the place is too small, otherwise, I'll sit here and you put your head on my lap, and I'll just press your neck and back, okay?"

"Qiu Jiyan also felt the inconvenience of being in the car. It's not as easy as he thought for two men who are both over 1.8 meters tall to have a massage in the back seat.

If you want to be able to display it openly, the posture Xia Wangchuan said is really the most reasonable.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

He straightened up, watched Xia Wangchuan sit on the back of the seat, and straightened his pants.

At this moment, a thought flashed in Qiu Jiyan's mind, "Maybe I and this masseuse are getting too close."

But this thought was like a bubble floating in the air, which shattered in an instant.

He leaned down again, this time, under his face was no longer the high-end cushion on the car seat, but the man's slender and strong legs.

Those are really a pair of strong and elastic legs.

Qiu Jiyan closed his eyes, and slowly felt a fresh body odor seep into his nostrils little by little.

At the same time, that pair of hands that always appeared in dreams also vigorously kneaded its ten slender fingers on his neck.

The unique strength in the fingertips, increasing by one point is too much, and reducing by one point is too little, so that the sore and swollen muscles are instantly relieved.

Then, the lingering heat started from the acupuncture points on the neck, followed the nerves in the spine, and flowed continuously to the whole body.

Qiu Jiyan, who was lying on Xia Wangchuan's lap, let out a long and pleasant breath.

The car windows were open with narrow gaps, and the wind was blowing through the woods, making it cool.

Although the wind is not strong, it seems to be able to blow the Mercedes-Benz. From a distance, the body seems to be shaking gently with the sound of the wind.

Two delivery boys met by the green belt. The two stopped their electric cars, lit a cigarette, and planned to rest for a while under the shade of this tree.

I don't know which one of them suddenly burst out laughing, and the other one didn't understand, and asked him why he was laughing so well.

The young brother had a mischievous expression on his face, pointed at the Mercedes-Benz parked beside him, and raised his voice on purpose.

"Let's go quickly, you dare to peek at someone driving a big car, be careful when the big boss comes down and beats you up!"

The other brother laughed loudly, and punched him hard, "I heard that people who run fast are generally not good at it!"

The two laughed and drove away in the electric car.

The voice of teasing came in through the gap of the car window.

Inside the Mercedes-Benz, Xia Wangchuan's massaging hands stopped suddenly.

Qiu Jiyan raised his head from Xia Wangchuan's lap, his face was still calm, but his eyes showed a hint of annoyance after being interrupted.

The eyes of the two people collided in the narrow and cramped space, and they both moved away quickly.

"The time is almost up, that's all, thank you."

Qiu Jiyan propped his upper body up from Xia Wangchuan's lap, grabbed the sweater and covered his lap.

After a few minutes of soothing, Qiu Jiyan put on the sweater. He glanced at Xia Wangchuan who was still blushing from massaging him with all his strength, and said in a low voice.

"Let me know when you're done resigning, and I'll pick you up."

Watching Qiu Jiyan's car quickly disappear at one end of the road, Xia Wangchuan subconsciously touched Liu Hai who stood in front of him awkwardly, and sighed softly.

The scene that happened just now, although it didn't take long, was like a scene replayed one after another, constantly circling in his mind.

The warm and strong back, the long legs wrapped in black slacks, the face leaning over his body, and the scorching breath all seemed to be carrying electrical signals, constantly jumping in Xia Wangchuan's cerebral cortex.

It turns out that being with a man who is tempted by your heart can actually have such a strong magnetic field, which makes people confused and fascinated.

When Xia Wangchuan successfully resigned from the 'Gongli' and left, Gu Xiaofei helped him carry his things with a face of reluctance, and accompanied him home.

The two chatted while walking, and Gu Xiaofei kept asking Xia Wangchuan why he suddenly chose to resign.

When Xia Wangchuan told him that he would go to Qiu Jiyan's house to work as a family masseur, Gu Xiaofei almost fell into a ditch by the side of the road.

"Brother Xia, it's really you! You are a real person who doesn't show his face. The Qiu family is so rich, working in their house, living in a luxury house, paying a high salary, and the wind and rain can't blow, and you don't need to look at the faces of those guests. It's so enviable and jealous!"

Xia Wangchuan gave him a sideways look, "It's not all the same, it's just that it can be relatively stable, and it's not just a job of serving people inside and out."

Gu Xiaofei also turned back, "Can it be the same! Let me tell you Brother Xia, this is just like the oiran Congliang in the past. Since Mr. Qiu has chosen you, he will naturally not treat you badly. Wait for the delicious ones and drink the spicy ones!"

Xia Wangchuan was dumbfounded by what he said, and scolded him with a smile, "Go away, do you have such a metaphor, I didn't do that, what's wrong with me!"

However, Gu Xiaofei's last words reached Xia Wangchuan's heart.

I ran all the way from Miaoxiang Town to Kyoto, and came to the 'Gongli' as I liked, with only one purpose, that is to get close to Qiu Jiyan, understand Qiu Jiyan, and even conquer the city that once left a deep imprint in my heart. man.

And now, after several twists and turns, he really approached this man.

There are thousands of choices, but in order to let me go to his house, the other party can come up with the idea of ​​changing my image and pretending to be ugly. Does it mean that I am in his heart, at least not someone who doesn't want to give up easily? ?

It was rare for the Qiu family to have a well-organized dinner today. Except for Qiu Jilin who couldn't get out of bed because of his leg injury, everyone in the capital actually sat at the dinner table.

Mrs. Ding couldn't help feeling happy when she saw the table full of people.

She remembered that Qiu Jiyan told her in the afternoon that he had already found a masseur, and it happened that everyone was full at the moment, so she told everyone briefly.

The men didn't have any complaints, but it felt like having an extra driver or servant at home.

The women were very concerned, especially Xiang Hong who cared about her son. When she heard that the masseur had found him, she immediately called excitedly.

Qiu Jiyan said a few words, mainly emphasizing that the masseuse's skills are very good, and he is also very simple and kind.

Sister Qing, who was serving dishes and soup, asked softly, "Old lady, I don't know which room the master will live in when the master comes, so we can hurry up and tidy up."

There is also a reason why Sister Qing interjected.

The original Master Gu had a room on the first floor where the workers lived, but he had been away for several years, and that room had long been occupied by Sister Qing and another cleaning lady.

As for the worker's room, due to the employment of two more people in the past two years, there is no room left.

And to be honest, the status of masseurs in the Qiu family is one level higher than other workers, like Grandpa Gu, they all live in the same room by themselves.

The old lady thought and thought, and frowned her two slender eyebrows.

There are still two vacant rooms on the second and third floors where the Qiu family lives, but one is for the youngest son Qiu Yuebai who lives in France, and the other is for the granddaughter. They will always come back to live for a month or so a year, and they can't vacate their room.

In addition, there is a small room next to the room where Qiu Jiyan lives. In terms of layout, this room is actually a suite of Qiu Jiyan's big bedroom.

There is a locked door between the two rooms and they share a large balcony.

The designer's intention is that if there are more private guests, the owner can directly come to the next door to meet the guests through the small door without leaving the bedroom, which is more humane.

There are three such rooms, except Qiu Jiyan lived in one, and the remaining two were occupied by Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Ding, Qiu Yueming and Xiang Hong respectively.The small suites of those two rooms became the hostess's cloakroom and dressing room.

Since the master bedroom is very spacious, and Qiu Jiyan is a single man, he can't use it at all, so the small apartment next door has been left unused, and the door has been closed all year round and has never been opened.

Mrs. Ding hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Qiu Jiyan.

After this topic was brought up, Qiu Jiyan's eyes quietly fell on grandma's face.

Seeing the old lady thinking seriously, his brain started to run at high speed, and the arrangement and pattern of the rooms in the house quickly appeared in his mind at a glance.

Seeing grandma looking at him, Qiu Jiyan already had a plan in his heart.

"Grandma, the room next to mine is empty, and it's a good size."

For some reason, when he said this, what Qiu Jiyan saw was the door connecting the two rooms.