Husband's Fingertips

Mrs. Ding looked at her eldest grandson with relief, and nodded.

"I also thought in my heart that the room would be for the masseuse, but he wants to share a balcony with you. Can you get used to it? Why don't you find someone to install a partition in the middle now?"

Qiu Jiyan shook his head, "No, they are all men, so they don't pay much attention."

So Master Xia's room was arranged next to Qiu Jiyan's. Although it was smaller than Mr. Qiu's spacious bedroom, it was clean and tidy after being cleaned by the servants.

At night, Qiu Jiyan leaned on the head of the bed and watched the US stock market for a while, looking at the red, green and green numbers on the IPAD. one side of the wall.

There is a tightly closed door in the middle of the wall. It is dark brown in color and made of solid wood. It looks thick and firm, and it should also have a good sound insulation effect.

Unknowingly, Qiu Jiyan dropped the IPAD in his hand, leaned on the soft head of the bed and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to see a handsome man quietly walked into his room through that door, standing quietly beside his bed, staring at him affectionately.

Then, the man gently took off the thin pajamas on his body, and got into his quilt naked...

The next morning, while Qiu Jiyan was silently copying scriptures in his study with dark circles, he received a call from Xia Wangchuan, saying that everything in the 'palace' had been taken care of properly.

When Qiu Jiyan brought Xia Wangchuan into the gate of Qiu's house, it happened that a group of women in the family had just finished playing mahjong and were sitting in the living room eating the fruits that Aunt Jin brought up.

Seeing Qiu Jiyan enter the door with a man whose age and appearance he couldn't see clearly for a while, Xiang Hongtou, who cared most about the masseur, greeted him.

"This is Master Xia, and this is my second aunt, so please call me Mrs. Xiang."

Xia Wangchuan bowed politely to Hong, "Hello, Mrs. Xiang."

Xiang Hong looked him up and down, frowned, and forced a smile on his face, "Hello."

The first impression the new masseur gave her was so ordinary.

Standing at the entrance of the living room, Xia Wangchuan was not short, but compared with Qiu Jiyan, who was standing straight and facing the wind, his neck was shrunk and his chest was in his chest, and he looked listless.

On his head was an indescribably ugly weird hairstyle, half-length but not short, covering his brows and face, full of country flavor.

A pair of big black-rimmed glasses that covered half of his face made it difficult to see the features of his face for a while. He hadn't shaved for a few days, and there were slightly blue stubbles on his lips and chin.

Coupled with a set of old suits that are obviously more than one size larger and white sneakers on the feet, this master Xia seems to be full of the style of the urban-rural fringe of the 80s.

Xiang Hong glanced at Qiu Jiyan who was beside him. Such an ugly and ugly fool, I really don't know which temple the eldest son Qiu, who is known as the most shrewd in the Qiu family, invited back from.

Qiu Jiyan didn't ignore Xiang Hong's obviously disappointed and slightly contemptuous eyes after seeing Xia Wangchuan, and he secretly yelled for Xia Wangchuan in his heart.

You know, when Xia Wangchuan opened the door, Qiu Jiyan was shocked when he saw him for the first time.

Although he had already seen his ugly hairstyle, he didn't expect that Xia Wangchuan with costumes, glasses and other props would bring him even greater surprises... joy.

The effect of this overall shape will indeed surprise those who are familiar with Xia Wangchuan, and it will also make strangers completely believe that the man in front of him has nothing to do with being handsome.

For example, other women in the Qiu family headed by Mrs. Ding at this time.

Mrs. Ding was very satisfied with Qiu Jiyan finding a masseuse like Xia Wangchuan.

Such a simple man and his rustic appearance made the old lady finally let go of her hanging heart.

Sister Qing and two servants helped Xia Wangchuan carry his luggage to the door of his room.

Several people looked up and down at the new masseuse, and exchanged glances with a hint of a smile in them.

Sister Qing handed over a door key to Xia Wangchuan.

"Master Xia, let me tell you, the bedroom next to you is Mr. Qiu's bedroom. The two rooms share a balcony. Mr. Qiu likes to be quiet, so you just need to pay attention."

A few people helped Xia Wangchuan put things indoors, and Sister Qing told Qiu's family that dinner time is 05:30, and the workers' dinner time is [-]:[-] pm, in a small restaurant next to the kitchen.

Xia Wangchuan memorized it and thanked everyone.

Seeing the backs of Sister Qing and others leaving, he felt that his entry into the Qiu family was no longer just a fantasy. It turned out that he was really so close to Qiu Jiyan.

The room is very neat and beautiful, and it looks full of design sense. A big house like this must have hired a well-known designer.

Xia Wangchuan got familiar with the structure of the room for a while, and arranged all his belongings neatly.

There are some things that are considered secrets to him, and he puts them in a small box with a combination at the bottom of the cabinet.

From packing up things in the morning, handing over with the landlord, until now, Xia Wangchuan also feels a little tired, and can't help but lie half on the bed, looking around.

The clock on the wall was at a little over 05:30, which was the time for the Qiu family to have dinner.

Come to think of it, Qiu Jiyan must be having dinner with his family in a big restaurant.

Thinking of Qiu Jiyan, Xia Wangchuan couldn't help turning his gaze to the dark brown wooden door on the wall.

One side is me, and the other side is you. It turns out that not only have I lived in your home, but I am also so close to you.

But no matter how close the distance is, there is still a wall and a door between them.

Like, a heart wrapped in a thick layer of ice.

When can I really open this heavy door?

He rested his hands on his pillow, thinking wildly in his mind, but he heard a knock on the door, which was not light or heavy.

The Qiu family has been very popular these days.

Qiu Suyun and her husband moved here for a while, because Qiu Jilin couldn't go to school, and Xiang Hong also reduced the time for shopping.

So at the dinner table, you talked to me, and it was obviously much more lively than usual.

Qiu Jiyan seldom participated in the topics of the women on the table, but just ate his two vegetarian dishes seriously.

Mrs. Ding chatted with her daughter Suyun for a while, her eyes fell on the dish in front of Qiu Jiyan, and she frowned.

"Jiyan, why are you on a vegetarian diet again? You are just at the age of anger, and you are so big, you eat like a rabbit, can you have physical strength?"

Qiu Jiyan raised his head and smiled at his grandma, "It's okay, I'm very strong."

Although Mrs. Ding was a little dazzled, Qiu Jiyan could still see clearly through the blue eye circles.

"Look, the dark circles are all out, what are you still doing? Be good, don't be a vegetarian tomorrow. By the way, that master Xia has already come. After he has dinner, let Sister Qing inform him and give you Brothers, give it a massage, just to see his handicraft, your second aunt said just now, I'm a little worried."

Qiu Jiyan nodded, "I've finished eating, I just go upstairs to rest, let me tell him."

Xiang Hong on one side put down his chopsticks, "I said Jiyan, can you be sure of this master's craftsmanship? I think he's simple-minded, with no aura at all, don't miss him!"

Mrs. Ding and Qiu Suyun on one side gave her a sideways glance at the same time, and the second uncle Qiu Yuefan who was sitting next to Xiang Hong smiled and spoke.

"Xiang Hong, you just love to worry about it. It's not that you don't know Jiyan's character. You know it well. How could you bring unreliable people home. I guess he must have tried this master's craft repeatedly. How should I say it? It must be one in a hundred, right Jiyan? Let him push my back someday when I have time, the weather has been so humid recently, and I am sore and swollen."

Seeing what Qiu Yuefan said, Mrs. Ding and Qiu Suyun swallowed back the words that rushed to their lips.

Qiu Jiyan nodded to his second uncle, "Master Xia is indeed a good crafter, just give Jilin a push and you'll know."

Qiu Yuefan smiled, "What does Jilin know? My second uncle has always been convinced of the people you find and the things you do."

Qiu Jiyan seemed to be talking about the masseur in front of him when he heard the second uncle's words, but it seemed to have something else in it, so he couldn't answer it for a while.

He signaled to everyone that he was done eating, and went upstairs first.

Qiu Jiyan knew that Xia Wangchuan had just arrived in his mansion after all, so it was inevitable to think about it.

There are three floors up and down in the house, and dozens of houses, large and small. If you don't explain clearly, I'm afraid he will have a hard time finding a place to eat.

Xia Wangchuan's room was side by side with his own. The room was quiet, and he didn't know what that man was doing now.

The moment he reached out to knock on the door, Qiu Jiyan inexplicably felt his usually steady heart beat twice faster, strangely, why was he so nervous.

"Who?"

Xia Wangchuan sat up nervously from the bed, put the big black glasses on the bedside table on his face, and grabbed Liu Hai twice on his face.

"I."

Outside the door was Qiu Jiyan's deep voice, and Xia Wangchuan subconsciously let out a long breath.

The door opened, and at the door was Qiu Jiyan, with his hands in his trouser pockets, wearing slippers, a chic and somewhat homely look.

"How's the room? If you need anything, you can find Sister Qing, or just tell me, I'm right next door to you."

"Very good, very comfortable, everything is missing."

Xia Wangchuan raised his eyes and glanced at Qiu Jiyan's face. He had never had the chance to see such a home-like Qiu Jiyan before. Although he lacked the uprightness and majesty of his suit, he had an invisible and gentle taste.

While Xia Wangchuan was sizing up Qiu Jiyan, the condescending Mr. Qiu, who had a height advantage, was also sizing up Xia Wangchuan secretly.

The man in front of him took off the old suit that was two sizes too big, and put on a cardigan that was also a bit bulky. The long fringe covered his eyes in a mess, and he added big glasses, For a while, Qiu Jiyan only found his familiar light red lips on that face.

"I'm sorry for asking you to dress up like this."

Qiu Jiyan suddenly whispered something to Xia Wangchuan, seeing him looking up at him in surprise, he continued, "There are a lot of people in the family, some people are probably used to only looking at appearances, recognizing clothes but not people, it's really offensive , don't take it to heart."

Xia Wangchuan smiled, "I know, don't worry, since I'm here like this, I'm already prepared."

Seeing what he said, Qiu Jiyan stopped continuing the topic and told him to go to Qiu Jilin's room at eight o'clock to help him massage.

At the end, Qiu Jiyan, who had already turned around, stopped again and turned his head, "My second aunt takes her son very seriously, so you should give him a good push and let her see your skills."

Xia Wangchuan blinked, "I understand."

He followed Qiu Jiyan to the door, and saw that the other party was pushing open the door of the next room, so he hurriedly turned to go back to his room.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Jiyan turned around again.

"If you come back early later, just call me and give me a massage."

Xia Wangchuan looked at the expressionless Qiu Jiyan and nodded slightly.

Qiu Jiyan's door was closed, blocking the super big bed that flashed past the door.

For some reason, Xia Wangchuan seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face suddenly became hot.

The restaurant where the workers eat is actually not small, but it is not as grand as the big restaurant.

Xia Wangchuan sat silently while eating a rather sumptuous meal, while listening to the women at the table gossip non-stop.

From celebrity cheating to clothing discounts to vegetable prices and meat prices, four women of different ages but with a very common language talked happily

Among the workers of the Qiu family, apart from Xia Wangchuan, currently only the old lady's special driver is a middle-aged man surnamed Cheng.

But he didn't live in Qiu's house, and he went back to his home after work at night without any special circumstances.

So Xia Wangchuan was the only man at the table, and he didn't know everyone well, so he was embarrassed to interrupt, so he just buried his head in eating.

The topic of the four women was about whether vegetables are more expensive or meat is more expensive. Aunt Jin suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Today, the young master has started to be a vegetarian again. The old lady loves her grandson and is forcing him to eat meat." Woolen cloth."

Sister Qing took a slice of meat with her chopsticks, and shook her head, "Recently, the young master has been eating vegetarian food a little bit frequently..."

She glanced at Xia Wangchuan, who was buried in his meal, and murmured to the other three under her breath, "The key point is that the young master still doesn't date women, and he copies Buddhist scriptures and eats vegetarian food every day, so he won't really want to escape into Buddhism, right?" ?”

Although the voices of the women were not loud, they were all at the same table, and Xia Wangchuan, who was eating sullenly, could hear them clearly.

I didn't expect Qiu Jiyan to have such a living habit.

Copying Buddhist scriptures can be said to be a kind of belief, but what is the reason for being a vegetarian?Is he conditioning his body?

He subconsciously remembered some descriptions about Qiu Jiyan's physical condition in the VIP customer file of the massage parlor in the 'Gongli'.

"According to the pulse condition, the VIP has the phenomenon of yin deficiency and yang hyperactivity, which should be manifested as excessive sexual desire and excessive sexual intercourse from the conventional point of view. However, according to the VIP's exogenous sensations and self-reports, the situation is the opposite. related to strong restraint.

Qiu Jiyan is a vegetarian, it can't be that he wants to restrain his super sexual desire that is different from ordinary people, right?

When Xia Wangchuan came to Qiu Jilin's room, he found his mother Xiang Hong was also there.

He greeted the mother and son politely, and then began to get down to business, carefully observing Qiu Jilin's legs.

He understood what Qiu Jiyan said just now.

Mrs. Xiang probably has doubts about her own abilities, so Qiu Jiyan asked him to do it well and let her see his skills.

Xia Wangchuan would not let Qiu Jiyan's ulterior motives come to naught, because it made him feel an indescribable warmth, which slowly melted away when he came to a strange environment on the first day. nervous.

Because he knows that he lives next door to him, very close to him, so it is very warm.

Xiang Hong found that this ugly masseuse had a pair of beautiful hands.

And these hands seem to have a good technique, because when he massaged Qiu Jilin's calf for about a few minutes, she could clearly see that his son's frown that had been frowning these days slowly relaxed.

Xia Wangchuan added some stimulation to the acupoints near Qiu Jilin's wound, so as to strengthen his own inner drive for nerve recovery.

This stimulation made Qiu Jilin groan subconsciously, and Xiang Hong immediately stood up nervously, "What's the matter, son! Is there something wrong?"

Qiu Jilin shook his head, but instead smiled a little happily, "It's okay, Brother Xia pressed a position just now, and I feel very comfortable."

Only then did Xiang Hong sit down in peace.

Qiu Jilin was not very old, but he looked very winking, seeing that beads of sweat were gradually oozing from Xia Wangchuan's forehead with the force of the massage, he hurriedly asked his mother to pass Xia Wangchuan a bottle of water.

After more than two hours of massage and massage, Qiu Jilin felt that his legs felt much more relaxed than before, especially near the wound. It seemed that there were always meridians bouncing on their own, and there was a lot of vitality.

At this time, Xiang Hong was completely relieved, and while expressing her gratitude to Xia Wangchuan with a little reservedness, she didn't forget to ask Xia Wangchuan if there was anything he could do about Qiu Yueming's rheumatic back pain.

Xia Wangchuan politely told her that these problems would be alleviated after massage, Xiang Hong immediately excitedly said that she also had problems with her cervical spine, and she must try it later.

By the time Xia Wangchuan finished answering her questions, packed up the massage basket and went upstairs, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Qiu Jiyan said that if he came back early, he would massage him.

But at this time, is he already asleep?

Xia Wangchuan stood at Qiu Jiyan's door, hesitated for a while, and knocked lightly on the door.

No one answered, is he asleep?

Xia Wangchuan shook his head and returned to his room.

In the room without the lights on, it was also hazy on the balcony.

If Qiu Jiyan was still awake, he would have turned on the lights in the room.

He suddenly felt his heart beating like a drum. He didn't know what kind of force was at work. Xia Wangchuan found himself walking softly towards the balcony in the dark.

What are you going to do?Was he going to spy on the man he had a crush on for a long time on the first night when he moved to Qiu's house?

No matter how he was fighting between heaven and man in his heart, Xia Wangchuan found that his feet didn't seem to listen to his brain at all, and he had already gently pushed open the door and came to the balcony.

Both had a half-glazed door leading to a balcony.

The door on Qiu Jiyan's side was closed, and there was no obvious light in the glass window.

Xia Wangchuan walked lightly to the door, his heart was beating loudly, and he took a peek inside under the moonlight.

The bedroom under the moonlight was hazy, but the super big bed in the middle could be seen.

The sheets were not dark in color, and it could be seen in the dark that there seemed to be no one on them.

Xia Wangchuan was stunned for a moment, it was so late, if Qiu Jiyan was not in the room, where would he be going?

Before he could come to his senses, a light suddenly flashed in the bedroom, and the door of the bathroom on one side was pushed open from the inside.

A tall and muscular figure walked out from inside without a trace.