[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

"Guess?" Meimei said two words slowly.

Hammer didn't guess.

Meimei couldn't see his face, and didn't know what his expression was at the moment, but only saw his head turning around, as if he was looking around.

"Well," Hammer said, "give the set meal that Tony Stark often makes to my bodyguard."

After speaking, he took out his credit card.

Meimei suddenly felt that rich people are different, they are willing to spend 9999 dollars for a massage for their bodyguards.

So she looked at Ivan Vanke with admiration and envy, then took the POS machine, pressed Didi a few times, and handed it over.

Hammer approached the credit card, glanced at the amount, and then took the card back reflexively: "Why is it $9999? I see that the highest-priced package in your store is $999?"

Meimei has to explain this kind of problem many times every day.

She explained again: "The handsome ones are at the original price, and the ugly ones are ten times the price." Then, she added: "The price of the package is 9990 US dollars, and the other 9 US dollars is a tip."

"What about me?" Hammer asked, "How much would it cost if I did the massage?"

Meimei looked at his not tall, not strong, and a little thin body, she was silent for a moment, and tried to answer in a tone without any disgust: "It's also 9999 dollars."

"..." Han Mo held his breath in his heart, and he couldn't help asking, "Aren't I handsome?"

Meimei is a blind—people!

How does she know whether he is handsome or not?

But she still replied with a good temper: "There is no handsome guy under 1.8 meters."

After hearing this, Hammer was not only not angry, but asked happily, "Is Tony Stark's massage also $9999?"

"No, he is worth $10000." Meimei said, "He has brought a lot of business to my store. I made him a separate friendly price, $8888. But he said that he is not short of this money, and even returned I chipped in and gave me $10000 straight away."

Hammer: "..."

He looked at the furnishings of the massage room, the low-quality small wooden bed, the cheap blanket, and wondered how many bacteria there were?As long as he thought about the scene of lying on his stomach, his whole body would itch.

"Vanke, go ahead." Hammer turned his head and said to Ivan Vanke.

Isn't it just 9999 US dollars? With the value of Vanke, what is this money?He was counting on Vanke to bring Stark down.

When swiping the card, Hanmer squinted his eyes.

He recently got news that Stark didn't sleep all night.

Stark is a lunatic, he has known for a long time, but he has never seen him so crazy before, especially the frequency of his drinking coffee has decreased.

What supported him to stay up all night and still have the energy to do research?Is it love for Arc Reaction?Hammer didn't believe it, he felt that Stark must have a secret.

Soon, he found out that Stark had an extra massage habit, and immediately touched him.

He felt that Stark's secret must be related to this massage shop.

"Then thank you boss." Ivan Vanke was not polite. Although he looked like Hammer's bodyguard, he was actually a senior technician invited by Hammer to be in charge of the research and development of the steel suit. Hammer begged his.

After hearing the prompt sound of "Drip! The payment is successful! You have successfully paid $9999!", he smiled, walked into the room, and began to undress.

How about a small store?So what about poor equipment?Is it impossible to create great technology?

Ivan Vanke doesn't think so.Just like the hut where he and his father lived together before his father died, it was so small, so dark, and so messy.

But under that condition, his father imparted all his knowledge to him, and those priceless knowledge are enough to overwhelm Stark Industries!

Ivan Vanke is a tall and burly guy with lumpy tendons and a very strong body.He walked to the side of the small wooden bed, patted it hard, and laughed heartily: "This bed doesn't look very strong, so it's possible that I—"

Before I finished speaking, I only heard a "crash", and the small wooden bed fell apart.

Pieces of wood fell to the ground, as did the cushions, and the blanket was held up by sections of broken wood.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"What kind of bed is this? Why is it so weak?" Hanmer frowned and said, rejoicing in his heart that he wasn't the one lying on it, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

Meimei was a little sad, it was left to her by her aunt.

Although my aunt spent a short time with her, she was very kind to her and gave her all of her wealth.

Therefore, even if it is a small wooden bed, Meimei cherishes it because it was left by her aunt.

"We won't be doing massage today, let's go." Meimei said, squatting down, holding up the broken wooden board, her eyes dimmed with sadness.

Hammer said in surprise: "I just paid $9999, but you told me not to do it today?"

Meimei raised her teary eyes, glanced at Hanmo, and said, "This is the only bed in the store that can lie on people. Now that the bed is broken, I can't do it anymore."

"Isn't there another one?" Hanmer pointed to another small wooden bed of the same style in the room, which was piled up with a lot of sundries.

Meimei replied: "I didn't wash the blanket on that bed."

"..." Hammer.

He glanced at Vanke: "What do you think?"

"What are you afraid of?" Wanke touched his lumpy tendons and said loudly, "Anyway, I haven't bathed for months!"

Hammer: "...Sorry, excuse me."

He walked out quickly.

Soon, there was a faint sound from outside: "Ugh—"

Two minutes later, Hanmer walked in again. He looked at Meimei and asked, "My bodyguard doesn't mind the cleanliness of that bed. Can I have a massage?"

"But, I don't mind." Meimei frowned and said, "He hasn't bathed for so long, so there must be a lot of dust on his body. Just touching it with essential oil can rub off the rolling mud strips. I, I can't do it."

Halfway through the conversation, Hammer disappeared.

A series of voices came from outside: "Ugh—"

Five minutes later, the sound of "vomiting" continued to sound.

Vanke hugged his tendon-covered arm and shrugged at Meimei.

Meimei has recovered from losing her aunt's little bed. She heard the heart-piercing "vomit" sound outside, stood up worriedly, went to the living room to pour a glass of water, and handed it to Hanmer.

"Sir, are you better?" Meimei asked.

Hanmer rinsed his mouth, took a deep breath, and reluctantly said, "We'll come back tomorrow."

His voice sounded terribly sad.

"Vanke! Let's go!" Hammer shouted.

Vanke walked out of the hut with steady and strong steps.He was so tall that he had to bend over when he came out, otherwise he would hit his head.

"You sit in the back," Hammer said.

Vanke opened the rear door and got in.

The beautiful silver car drove away with a whoosh.

Meimei stood at the door and watched the silver car go away before returning to the shop with her slippers on.

She was reluctant to throw away the bed that her aunt left behind.

So, she hung a "Closed Business" sign on the door, then tied up her hair, rolled up her sleeves, found an ax and nails, and began to repair the broken small wooden bed.

Meimei doesn't do rough work, her palms are extremely delicate, and after holding the ax for a long time, the palms and fingertips turn red.

At this time, she had just repaired a bed leg.

Meimei burst into tears in pain, squatted on the ground, thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"Crooked? Phil? Are you busy now? Oh, well, it's okay. Nothing, just a little trouble in the store. Well, my massage table was broken by a customer. Huh? Okay, then thank you."

Meimei hung up the phone, feeling warm in her heart.

Phil is such a nice guy.

Although he didn't have time to come over, he called a friend to help, which made Meimei very happy.

She found alcohol and gauze, endured the pain to deal with her worn palm, and then sat on the sofa, waiting for Phil's friend to come to help.

Steve Rogers slept for 70 years.After waking up, the beloved beauty had already given birth to a son, and the son gave birth to a son.

Most importantly, she is old.The hair is graying, the teeth are falling out, and even the bright brain is beginning to forget.

He thought of the ball she had promised him and felt pangs of sadness.The past that can never go back is his lost youth.

Facing the strange society, Steve Rogers silently blended in.Fortunately, the organization did not forget him, prepared a house and savings for him, and sent someone to teach him daily life.

But Steve, who is used to being bombarded with bullets, is always a little uncomfortable in the face of a peaceful life.He would rather have something to do.

On this day, Steve was creating in the park with a drawing board and brushes when he received a call from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"There was an accident in Meimei's massage shop, and her massage table was smashed with bare hands."

Smash a bed with bare hands?

This is a murderer!

Steve immediately put away the drawing board and said seriously into the phone: "Detailed address."

After getting the address, he immediately rushed to the Meimei massage shop at eight times the speed of ordinary people.

"Are you Meimei? I'm Phil's friend." Steve rushed to Meimei Massage and found that it was a small and unexpectedly simple shop.

This kind of storefront and configuration is crude in modern times, but it is similar to the configuration he remembered 70 years ago.

He felt a little kind in his heart.

Meimei just moved the stool and sat at the door for less than 10 minutes, with only a handful of forked hair cut off, when she saw someone standing in front of her.

Tall and big!

Strong muscles!

Bulging breasts!

Although he couldn't see his face, Meimei could be sure that this must be a handsome guy!

"Hello." Meimei folded the nail clippers, put them in her pocket, and stood up shyly, "Are you Phil's friend? My name is Meimei, what's your name?"

"You can call me Steve." Steve said in his soft voice.

Meimei was so fascinated by this gentle tone that her heart was intoxicated.

She immediately turned around and walked into the house: "Steve, please fix my bed for me."