He was already a top-notch person, and as soon as these words came out, the remaining doubts in Wen Ying's heart disappeared.
So, he thinks that she is someone he knows and is safer?
She held her breath and put on special latex gloves, unscrewed the unopened massage oil, and sat down by the bed.
The gray sweatpants fell around his slim waist, with two drawstrings spread out. The strong back muscles faced Wen Ying's gaze. The ravines in the back muscles were deep and straight, and the waistline was superior.
Because he has practiced air rifle since he was a child, Chen Jin is very strict about his body shape, and a lot of training is indispensable. Even if he did not participate in school recruitment later, he would work out on time every day.
Wen Ying originally thought he would join the provincial team, but he had heard from the waiters earlier that he had given up shooting?
She applied the essential oil on him unfamiliarly and absent-mindedly, and slowly began to massage his shoulder blades.
"Sitting so far away, are you massaging the air?"
Chen Jin turned his face slightly, stared at her without blinking, and said with a slightly unhappy tone, "Stay closer to me."
It was as warm as falling into a furnace, and my underwear was soaked with sweat, so I had no choice but to sit closer.
Her breasts were almost pressed against his back, and her whole body was dripping with sweat. Chen Jin quite enjoyed her discomfort, and his eyes were leisurely brushing over her frightened face.
He narrowed his eyes and ordered: "Shoulder and neck."
For the sake of money, Wen Ying did not dare to slack off, recalling the techniques her grandmother used to massage her and kneading her.
"Point."
She increased her strength and felt that the air was thinner and she couldn't breathe.
Chen Jin closed his eyes leisurely, as if she was comforting him: "Don't stop."
After pressing down such a set of procedures, Wen Ying felt like she was sweating profusely and her palms were sore.
After she finished, she took off her latex gloves and said in embarrassment: "Sorry, it's my first time and I have no experience."
Chen Jin imitated her tone and smiled evilly: "This is also the first time for me to be served by someone. Please let me order."
Those four words were accentuated by his malicious tone, full of joking.
Wen Ying's cold face suddenly burned.
When he stood up, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a seven-eight-centimeter brown scar on the elbow of his right arm. The suture needle holes were of different shades, which was shocking to see.
That location should be the radius bone.
Wen Ying's grandmother was once a famous masseur in the town, so she also knew a thing or two about human body parts.
Although Chen Jin had been rough and tumbled since childhood, he was not the kind of reckless man who would seek trouble. Wen Ying had never seen him suffer such serious injuries.
She hesitated for a few seconds, and then spoke out of sympathy with her classmates: "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?"
Chen Jin had just put on his coat. Hearing this, he paused and smiled nonchalantly: "I accidentally dropped it."
The tone was as casual as talking about eating and drinking.
She frowned slightly, obviously not believing it.
If you accidentally fall, can it fall so hard?
He had no intention of explaining, and Wen Ying didn't ask further questions.
"Where are they at Zhou Shiyan?"
Chen Jin's eyes were deep and he didn't move away from her face for a moment: "Keep an eye on her closely. He's gone back a long time ago."
Wen Ying nodded, lowered her eyes while typing on her phone, told Sang Mian that he was going back, turned around and was about to leave.
"Don't want the money you earned?"
Chen Jin stretched out his long arm and took the mobile phone on the bedside table into his hand, "Add me on WeChat before leaving."
"..."
After a warm pause, his heart dropped like weightlessness.
Three years ago, she left without saying goodbye. When she was talking to him most passionately, she moved to another city without telling anyone and disappeared without a trace.
In the past three years, she had been working and studying, working two or three jobs on the weekends, running around making money all day long, and she had never taken the initiative to pay attention to his news.
Not once.
Before leaving, she deleted all his contact information.
She knew that Chen Jin hated her.
"You can do it without adding friends -" mid-sentence, he had already spread his hands.
Seeing that she didn't move, Chen Jin's Adam's apple rolled, he grabbed her phone directly, forcefully added her as a friend, and threw it into her arms.
There was a ding.
[Wynn] transferred 1688 yuan to you.
Chen Jin's WeChat avatar is a picture of Melbourne's pink and purple sky at dusk. Broken clouds and camphor trees complement each other, and fireflies are dotted in the gaps between the trees. It is so beautiful that it is beyond words.
His WeChat avatar and nickname are exactly the same as they were five years ago and remain unchanged over the years.
Wen Ying suddenly had the illusion that time had stopped and she was back in high school.
"Why 1688?"
He had already sent over a price list for the White House Club that she had never seen before.
It clearly says on it, essential oils open back: 40 minutes/1688 yuan
Wen Ying pulled her lower lip and took it every time. The charge was too expensive.
It was enough to cover her week's salary.
"Recently launched projects."
Chen Jin picked up the cigarette case on the table, put out the light, and said in an understatement, "You just came here, so you may not be very clear."
…
Wen Ying changed clothes from the dressing room. It was almost ten o'clock and the dark hall was empty. She almost bumped into someone and almost screamed in fright.
Chen Jin grabbed her slender wrist and dragged her to the door: "How do I get back?"
"It's only a ten-minute walk away."
Under the dim street lights, Chen Jin saw her lowering her eyes and deliberately keeping a distance from him, and sneered: "Why don't you leave quickly? Are you here, waiting for me to carry you into the car?"
"..."
Here he comes again.
Wen Ying lifted the canvas bag onto her shoulder and walked quickly to the road in silence.
The back figure is lonely and deserted, and a long lonely shadow is drawn out by the street lamp.
Half of Chen Jin's face was hidden in the darkness, and his emotions could not be seen.
He got into the car, started the engine, and followed her at an extremely slow speed over a long distance that Wen Ying could not detect, following her step by step.
The house Wen Ying rented was in an extremely dilapidated and old-fashioned alley at the back. It was hard to imagine that such a dilapidated and outdated residential building still existed near such a prosperous Bund.
Residents walked from house to house, the faucets were exposed, and the walls were yellow and damaged.
After watching her go up the stairs safely, Chen Jin parked the car on the side of the road, holding a scarlet stick between his fingertips, but did not leave in a hurry. He looked at the building opposite, as if waiting for the orange window on the fifth floor. The lights come on.
He raised his hand and dialed: "Manager Fang."
The person on the other side was startled, and his tone was accompanied by a smile, and he said with sincerity and fear: "Mr. Chen? Are you... not satisfied with the service quality of the White House today?"
"Li Junguo, it's open."
The lighter was thrown in an arc at the fingertips, "Don't let me see him still in your store tomorrow."
"……It is good!"
"There is also an employee named Wen,"
He put his mobile phone on his shoulder and played the car music with one hand, "Tomorrow her salary as of last night will be settled. What I want is a commission of one cent, no less, from the basic salary."
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The smell of dust floated on the stone steps, and the voice-activated light had long been broken. Wen Ying stood still in front of the iron door and took out the keys in her bag.
His eyes suddenly stopped.
In front of the mottled iron door, there are several water and electricity bills messily pasted.
She turned on the flashlight of her cell phone and took a look, and there was a threat written in a crooked way with a marker——
[If you make any more noise, I will have your house smashed up]
In the darkness, Wen Ying's heart trembled, and he reached for the knife in the middle of his bag.
At this moment, several beeps came from Ding Ding Ding, as fast as the prelude to the death of the undead.
She turned on the screen without changing her expression, and the overwhelming insults came flooding in.
[Bitch, it’s not enough for your bitch mother to seduce my father, right? You still dare to seduce Chen Jin, are you worthy? 】
[The mistress who destroys other people's families is destined to be in the dark. If you know the truth, please stay away from him. 】
[Did you hear that, you bastard? 】
Wen Ying blocked the number expertly, threw the phone into her bag without interest, her sharp jawline was cold and decisive.
