It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

Zhou Huai's face darkened, and he was the first to stand up, pressing his big palm on Lu Xun's shoulder, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't we play bigger and let's play together?"

Saying that, Zhou Huai took the initiative to walk to the edge of the couch and sit down.

Bo Jiusheng was the second to get up, and straightened his suit: "Just play, I've never been afraid."

As he said that, he walked over second and sat on the sofa, leaving some space in the middle for Lu Xun, Jiang Dong and Duan Xiaobai.

Naturally, Lu Xun was not afraid, and walked to the seat next to Zhou Huai and sat down.

Then Duan Xiaobai, Jiang Dong, and Yuan Shen walked over one after another.

The end result was that a group of bigwigs sat in a row and took off their socks.

Lin Qingyu*Lu Wei*Jiang Li was speechless:...

I really didn't expect a few big shots to be so naive in private.

Probably in line with the saying, a man will remain a boy until he dies.

At this time, Song Jiahe happily ate pistachios, and asked the other female relatives: "Who do you think will be the first to cry out in pain? Come, come, I'll be in the dealership, let's bet 1000 yuan. It's a small bet for fun."

Lin Qingyu*Lu Wei*Jiang Li:...

At this moment, Zhou Huai took a soft look at Lin Qingyu: "Be sure to bet, your elder brother won't be the first to call out."

Without showing any weakness, Lu Xun added: "Neither do I. Ayu, you can consider Xiao Jiuzi. After all, he is...old."

In the whole of northern Sichuan, only Lu Wei dared to call "little nine sons". Bo Jiusheng's expression sank after a brush, and she looked at Lu Wei: "You bet your third uncle will be the first to call out pain. After all, he is not young anymore. .”

Lin Qingyu*Lu Wei: ...Does it have to stab each other like this?

Jiang Li participated in this kind of event for the first time and had no experience, so she asked Lin Qingyu, "Which one are you going to vote for?"

Lin Qingyu was very embarrassed, and analyzed in a low voice: "My elder brother and my husband can't vote. My family, I can't lose their face outside."

After hearing this, Zhou Huai and Lu Xun nodded with satisfaction.

"Master Jiu...Although he is old, he fought very hard with my husband last time. I think he is not afraid of pain."

Bo Jiu Sheng reluctantly nodded.

"As for Jiangdong, one look at his face will make the masseur cry. I feel like this master is afraid to kill him. Moreover, he has rough skin and thick flesh, and his sense of pain is not developed at first glance."

Jiang Li nodded sympathetically.

Jiang Dong: ...

Therefore, Lin Qingyu's eyes finally fell on Liu Ye and Xiao Bai, hesitating.

"Given Xiaobai's pursuit of money, he shouldn't let Jiahe lose. Even if the bet is only 200 yuan, Xiaobai will hold on to it without screaming. So I choose Liu Ye."

Jiang Li*Yuan Shen: ...

"Then I choose Third Master! You choose my husband to be the first to scream, and I will choose your husband."

Jiang Li opened her mouth angrily, but Yuan Shen's brows and eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth curled into a hint of affection.

In the end, Lu Wei blindly chose Xiaobai, and Song Jiahe chose Jiuye.

The reflexology technician picked up the scraping board and started working, starting from Zhou Huai.

"I was the first to press the reflex area of ​​the liver. Staying up late and smoking, the liver area will hurt when pressed."

The sound fell, and the sharp end of the technician's scraping board was pushed down.

Zhou Huai's eyes widened for a moment, and then he smiled.

He has always been very good at managing his expressions.

After all, he faces people in high positions every day, and if he is not careful, he will be in danger.

Lu Xun saw through his painful expression at a glance, smiled and asked, "Brother, how do you feel?"

"Very... good." Zhou Huai snorted, with a smile on his lips.

The technician nodded: "This gentleman's liver area is quite good."

Immediately afterwards, he came to the third master.

Press down the scraping board.

Lu Xun clenched his fingers slightly, but still had a smile on his face.

Lin Qingyu felt pain for him.

Seeing Lu Xun like him, Bo Jiusheng was clearly in pain, but he insisted on showing a smile, and chuckled sarcastically: "No prospect."

When the technician pressed his feet, he stared in doubt.

At this moment, it was Lu Xun's turn to ask him: "How is it? Do older people have bad livers?"