Husband's Fingertips

Last night, an indescribable irritability, like the slightly drunk night outside the window, accompanied by a goose yellow full moon, made Qiu Jiyan toss and turn in the warm spring breeze, unable to sleep.

After silently reading a few passages of scriptures, he deliberately recalled a deal that was difficult to decide during the day.

Of course!and!egg!

Finally, in the tossing and turning battle between heaven and man, on the cold and hot palms, Qiu Jiyan still couldn't resist the spring tide of resistance and faint desire in his heart, in the semi-dark bedroom, soft as cotton On the big bed, desire was slowly ignited like wildfire.

Wild fire, in spring!

The desire gurgled and flowed under the goose yellow moonlight, like a half-thawed and half-frozen glacier, the seemingly solid ice surface was already soft and crisp in the dark.

However, what made him feel inexplicably trembling was that at the moment when desires were flying like catkins, in the hazy and mottled moonlight, a slender and strong body suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, rolling over him with his bulging and round body. .

In the hazy moonlight, I seem to see the soft and smooth five slender fingers again, like the fresh and tender tips of bamboo shoots in the spring breeze, gently pressing on my five fingers, that feeling is like the tenderness on the fingertips , are inseparable, yet inseparable, until they bring themselves to the final absurdity.

Bit by bit, the bits and pieces fall into mud.

And the owner of that hand was no longer just a vague phantom imagined by himself as before, but appeared clearly and completely in his mind.

It was a young man wearing the uniform of a 'palace' masseuse.

For yourself, turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain.

"Fuck, it's really evil!"

You know, it was precisely because the vague impression left after waking up from alcohol was too absurd that Qiu Jiyan deliberately interrupted the massage in the 'Gongli', just to quickly forget about the bad state that day.

But on the contrary, since that day, he has repeatedly dreamed of...that person many times, in some messy and chaotic dreams.

Perhaps, it was because I woke up from the hangover that day, but I couldn't recall the appearance of that person afterward anyway.

I just vaguely remember that it was a face that was ugly at one moment and beautiful at another, a face that seemed familiar but elusive.

For many men, there seems to be a very cheap nature. It seems that the more mysterious and half-covered things are, the more they can't let go.

After hesitating again and again, Qiu Jiyan turned on his mobile phone and looked through the WeChat message sent by Lin Dawei, the foreman of the 'Gongli' a few days ago.

There was no content on WeChat, the main thing was to tell him that the sudden small fire made the 'Gongli' closed for rectification for a week, and it has resumed business.

Qiu Jiyan touched the back of his neck subconsciously. These days, there was always a feeling of soreness and swelling in that position. For some reason, it was like being touched by someone in a martial arts novel.

Well, there is still so much money on the VIP card, is it because of the masseur who can't remember his face, why doesn't he go to the 'palace'?

And... And maybe let that masseur massage again, after I have seen his appearance clearly and cleared up my doubts, I won't always dream about him in a random manner at night.

A week later, Qiu Jilin saw that the ham and fried eggs had been restored to his eldest brother's breakfast.

In the morning, on the way from the company parking lot to the office, Qiu Jiyan sent Lin Dawei a WeChat message while walking, "Eight o'clock in the evening, Master Yue Xia."

Soon, Lin Dawei's WeChat message came back, with three apologetic emojis in a row, followed by a sentence, "President Qiu, I'm really sorry, Master Xia's appointment has been scheduled for three days, and I'll introduce you to a good master How is it? Don't worry, you are satisfied with the work in hand!"

Qiu Jiyan's eyes stayed on his WeChat for about three seconds, and then he replied with a word.

"Ah."

Halfway across the 'Gongli' in Beijing, a man stared at the "um" on WeChat, wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to his subordinates, "See! Mr. Qiu is not happy, so talk less , it means the stronger the belt is! Damn it, sir, it’s all fucking my dear master, who can I offend me!”

When Qiu Jiyan walked from the parking lot to the entrance of the company, Lin Dawei's WeChat replied with a "ding".

Eight forty-five in the morning.

In the office building where Qiu's company is located, in the WeChat group of female colleagues named "Gentleman Hao Qiu", WeChat is flying like snowflakes.

Han Yancui: "There are still 5 minutes, should our male god arrive at the parking lot?"

Rouqiu has no morals: "Then there is no need to ask, counting from our male god's first day of work, when will we be late by one minute!"

Qiushui Yiren: "Guess everyone, what color suit will Qiu always wear today? I guess it's navy blue."

Rishengyan: "I think it's still black. Yesterday it was Armani, and today I think it's Saint Laurent. Anyway, Mr. Qiu is the most exciting in a black slim-fitting suit. Those breasts, buttocks, and long legs, tsk tsk!"

Courting Daredevil Girl: "Yes, yes, I have joined several companies, but I have never seen a boss with longer legs than Mr. Qiu, and the key point is that his face is so handsome, that's just...too upright and aloof." , It's so cold that I want to hug him with my sister's chest to warm him up."

My Qiu: "I vomit! Sister, can we show some face? You should save your breasts for your husband's extra meal at night!"

This WeChat quickly followed a series of plus 1, plus 2...plus the second-generation ID number.

Qiu Nanshen is me alone: ​​"It's 49:37! Sisters, hurry up and count down the seconds, 36, 35, [-]..."

Xiaoyi, a fan of the King of Glory: "Everyone, sit down quickly, Mr. Qiu is coming, sister Ri guessed right, and she is in a black suit again, damn, it looks so handsome on my aunt's face!"

The fan girl Xiaoyi is the receptionist of the company.

Xiaoyi, a fan of the King of Glory: "Warning! Warning! Seen from a distance, Mr. Qiu's face is colder than usual!"

Xiaoyi, a fan of the King of Glory: "OMG! I'm going crazy, Mr. Qiu stood in front of me and didn't move, he seemed to be watching WeChat, big long legs, big long legs, drooling ING!"

Xiaoyi, a fan of the King of Glory: "The warning is lifted! It's cloudy and sunny, it seems that today is a good day, la la la!"

At [-]:[-], Qiu Jiyan sat down at the desk on time, picked up the coffee brought by the secretary, and took a sip.

Indeed, from his first day on the job, rain or shine, at [-]:[-], he really never missed the mark.

"It tastes good, regular meeting at 09:30."

One minute later, the news that Mr. Qiu was in a very good mood today was quickly conveyed from Secretary Ding Wan.

Ding Wan's reason was that Mr. Qiu, who cherishes words like gold, added a sentence to his coffee before the "09:30 regular meeting" that has been like a day for several years, "It tastes good!"

Qiu Jiyan was really in a good mood, he himself felt an inexplicable excitement in his body.

Perhaps, it is because it is rare for the capital city to be free from smog and traffic jams this morning.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the WeChat that Lin Dawei returned when he walked to the entrance of the company's front desk.

"Mr. Qiu, I've shown my nursing ability, and I finally got Master Xia's clock for you today. 08:30, 'Gongli' VIP room, see you there!"

The 'Gongli' massage parlor does not open until one o'clock in the afternoon. After all, most of the people doing health care are concentrated in the evening.

Xia Wangchuan has never slept in because of his morning break, and he would get up on time at six o'clock every morning.

He rented a small one-bedroom apartment not far from the 'Gongli'.

Although the community is a bit old, the house is clean and the transportation is very convenient. Especially the greenery is very good. There are many trees in the yard, and it feels much cooler than other places in summer.

After waking up to make the porridge for breakfast, Xia Wangchuan took a brief wash, then stood in front of the window and began to do his daily homework.

Since he was very young, or in other words, since he met Qiu Jiyan 16 years ago, he has insisted on practicing his eloquence every day.

Because he stuttered very badly when he was a child, but now, including Gu Xiaofei who has a close relationship, it is difficult for ordinary people to see this.

When I was young, I mainly practiced tongue twisters and memorized Tang poems and Song Ci.When I was a little older, I started to recite passages in "A Dream of Red Mansions" that were more mouth-wrenching.For example, today, he chose a description of Xiaohong sending a message to Wang Xifeng and then replying.

The morning sun was soft and gentle, shining on his smooth face, as if it had coated the white jade with a thin layer of gold leaf.

He mobilized his senses, and recited that very tongue-twisting text loudly and clearly.

In the words of Li Wan and Sister Feng in the book, a lot of grandmas are mentioned in this passage, and several relatives are mixed in. It's hard for Xiaohong to express it clearly and plainly.

After Xia Wangchuan had memorized those snarky grandmas verbatim, he smiled in satisfaction, with white teeth flashing from the corners of his rosy lips, and what was reflected on the window in front of him was a handsome young man.

Seeing himself in the window, Xia Wangchuan frowned slightly.

After meeting Qiu Jiyan that day, he seemed to have changed his mind, cut his hair again and took off his glasses.In Gu Xiaofei's words, the most beautiful man in the 'palace' is finally about to reappear.

But at that time, while Gu Xiaofei looked him up and down, he didn't forget to remind him.

"Brother Xia, Mr. Qiu is a well-known local tyrant. Now there is a VIP reward activity in the 'palace'. Don't you want him to take care of the business? Don't forget, he doesn't like handsome men!"

Xia Wangchuan locked the big black glasses in his locker, and said with a smile, "I don't want to hang myself from a tree, there are so many guests in the palace, he is probably the only one who likes to be ugly !"

In fact, he still wanted to say something to Gu Xiaofei in his heart, "He doesn't like handsome men? That's the truth you didn't hear him spit out after drinking!"

These days, although Qiu Jiyan never came to the 'palace'.But the customers who came to Xia Wangchuan for massages were springing up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Because he wants to change himself, to be a top masseur who makes Qiu Jiyan feel that he is not "submissive" and not so easy to "steal"!

So from that day on, Xia Wangchuan used his family's unique skills that he had never used before for every massage client.

He used his precise acupuncture skills to make those guests feel the unprecedented comfort after the acupuncture points were truly opened.In particular, some guests who prefer Chinese medicine were shocked by his technique, and passers-by turned fans for a while.

Probably because of the close circle of business customers and word of mouth, many people learned that there was a new massage therapist named Xia in the palace through friends' introduction, and he had a very beautiful acupoint massage technique.

Almost without exception, these guests have become repeat customers after making an appointment with him.Moreover, most of these guests are high-end business people. In addition to the regular fees after the massage, Xia Wangchuan was also generously rewarded.

Of course, although most of the people who come to the 'palace' for health care are from the upper class, but after all, there is a mixed bag of good and bad people, and there are all kinds of teachings and tricks.

Judging from the front, he seems to have suddenly become popular in the 'palace', and many appointments are scheduled for three or four days later.

Many people in 'Gong Li' are speculating behind his back why he suddenly became popular. Apart from talking about his skills, they are more likely to pour some dirty water behind his back.

In Gu Xiaofei's words, those sluts who don't like others are like garbage in the gutter, dirty and smelly, after a long time, they get used to their own nausea, and they want to make others disgusted too.

"Anyway, Brother Xia, you are popular, let them be jealous! However, I heard that Su Zhou and He Da are starting to pay attention to you now. They have been fighting fiercely in the 'palace'. Before we It's the Free and Unfettered faction, neither of them will target you, now you have to be careful, those people are bad!"

How could there be no Gongdou in this place called 'Gongli'?