Feng Mang

After finishing work in the evening, Han Dong walked to the bus station and passed a massage parlor. A girl with scantily dressed clothes and heavy makeup winked at him, "Brother, come in and have a massage..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Dong got in.

The proprietress arranged a hut for Han Dong, and another girl tapped him on the back, hinting in a sweet voice: "Brother, our first massage is free."

The girl's hands are soft and boneless, and she can't bear to touch any man, especially in this pink little sweet nest.

So, Han Dong couldn't help but ask, "Then how much is your 'value-added service'?"

"It depends on what you want. It's only a hundred for ordinary ones."

Han Dong asked again: "Then what about the one outside?"

"You mean Shanshan who stands at the door to attract customers? She is expensive, and the minimum is three hundred."

"So expensive? She's making too much money!"

"He is a signboard!"

Han Dong didn't let the girl continue pressing, but walked to the door and chatted up the so-called signboard.

"Beauty, my phone is out of battery, can I borrow yours?"

Can Shanshan not understand Han Dong's thoughts in this line of work?Passed it on without thinking.

After Han Dong left, the girl inside came out and said to Shanshan, "That man is the first person who didn't renew his free massage in our shop! Tell me, does he really want to chase you?"

Shanshan twisted her waist and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you!"

As soon as he got off the bus, Han Dong called the phone number he secretly wrote down, "Hello? Is this Shanshan's mother? Hello, auntie, I'm Shanshan's friend, sorry to bother you..."

Five minutes later, Shanshan's mother sobbed from the other end of the phone, "Thank you so much, young man. If you hadn't told me, I would still be kept in the dark... oh..."

"Auntie, you are being polite, this is what I should do."

After hanging up the phone, Han Dong realized that he had just walked to the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio. It was already past eight o'clock, and there were still many people waiting here for the night scene.After scanning a few familiar old faces, Han Dong couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Hey, isn't this Han Daxian? Why hasn't he shown up recently?"

"Did you follow Li Shang's ass to get naked?"

"Hey... You are so good at talking nonsense. You have been counting for so many years. You didn't count yourself as a fire, and let someone who just came here take a big deal. I feel wronged for you!"

Han Dong pretended not to hear, and ran straight to the mall with a Maza in his hand.

Early the next morning, she wore a black high-necked bottoming shirt, pink tight pencil pants, a thick layer of powder on her face, and delicate red lips.Putting on her big black pants and carrying a small leather bag, a tall and sexy "big beauty" took to the streets.

It was still yesterday at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio, and the group of people who were still teasing Han Dong looked straight.

"I'm stupid, look at that woman, look at her legs!!!"

"Oh my god! This figure is simply..."

Han Dong sneered in his heart: These idiots...

When the bus arrived at the stop, Han Dong came to the massage shop he visited yesterday again, walked slowly to the front desk under the startled eyes of the proprietress, and aggressively slapped his "resume" on it.

"Apply!"

"Okay, okay..." The proprietress nodded sharply, "One left yesterday, and there is a shortage of people. What do you want to apply for?"

Han Dong pointed to the empty doorway, "That's where it is."