gentle fall

In the southwest of Beijing, on the top floor of the building, is a high-end club.

Outside the window, the night was falling and the lights were just coming on, but inside the window, it was a completely different scene.

There is a sweet fragrance floating in the air, the dim lights are clear and gentle, and the music is gentle and soothing. Accompanied by the gentle inquiries of the masseuse, the massage movements are extremely rhythmic, inch by inch, from the shoulders and neck, along the spine, to the back, and then down , Relieves bone and muscle pain.

Wen Huaiyu wore a blindfold, closed her eyes, and looked relaxed. She listened to the music and felt a little sleepy.

The masseur moved more slowly, and when she was half asleep, she heard the masseur apologize in a low voice, saying that she had to go out first, and then the door closed with a click.

Not long after, the door opened.

Someone came in and stood still beside the massage table. In the next second, a pair of stronger hands came down... It was the same movement as before, but it always revealed a feeling that something was not right.

Wen Huaiyu was extremely sleepy, and wanted to take off the blindfold to take a look, but he couldn't raise his hands, and almost fell into a coma.The movements on the shoulders are stronger, and the strength and flexibility are well grasped, but the discomfort does not decrease but increases, and it rises up her spine——

This is not the masseuse she is familiar with!

At this moment, there was only a bang, and the door was slammed from the outside. Finally, Wen Huaiyu woke up from the dazed state, took off the blindfold, sat up, and glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye. The slender figure standing outside, but she didn't care too much - because there was a strange man standing beside the bed, her hands and feet immediately greeted him.

The strange man hurriedly avoided, but Wen Huaiyu had learned Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for several years. As soon as he grabbed his arm and found a suitable point of force, he locked him on the ground with a bang, and then her elbow locked him. Holding his throat, he smiled coldly: "You are quite courageous."

The man's throat was locked by her, his breathing was difficult, and his face turned pale: "You...you..."

The conflict broke out quickly and fiercely, the movement was so loud that it could be heard outside, the security guard arrived first, and then the manager of the clubhouse hurried over, seeing Miss Wen, the untouchable big Buddha, doing it herself, her face turned pale with fright : "Wen, Miss Wen... What happened today was a mistake in our work. I'm so sorry."

Wen Huaiyu had put away his hands a long time ago, and was sitting on the sofa at this moment, leaning slightly forward, with his hands folded on his knees, a pair of snow-white slender legs folded obliquely, stepping on a pair of delicate high-heeled shoes, there was no annoyance in his expression, but With a smile, it can be called bright and moving: "I know."

The manager's eyes were shaken by her smile, and he looked away in panic. He didn't understand what she meant, and his back was already wet with sweat: "You, why don't you change the room and take a rest first, let's talk carefully..."

Wen Huaiyu pursed his lips and smiled, his voice gentle and clear: "No. It's here. Tonight's massage is not over yet."

The manager was thoroughly confused.This Miss Wen didn't get angry, and didn't ask who the strange man was, and she was so calm, gentle and gentle... Why is it so strange.

Bewildered, he still retreated.

It was only when I walked to the door that I heard a soft sound behind me, the ending sounded upward: "Wait a minute."

The manager turned around, respectfully and humbly: "What do you want?"

Wen Huaiyu raised his chin slightly: "Go and find out who came to this room just now."

The sound woke her up completely, and then she just focused on doing it. For a short moment, she only saw a young girl with long hair and very thin, but she forgot to thank her.

The manager said yes tremblingly, and then hurried out.

As the door closed, Wen Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and smiled coldly on the corners of his lips: "I can't wait. It's too stupid."

A few minutes later, the masseuse she was familiar with knocked on the door and came in. She was probably reprimanded by the manager, and apologized with red eyes: "I'm sorry, Miss Wen, my family is in the hospital, and it was the doctor's call just now... I went out temporarily, really I'm sorry."

Wen Huaiyu hummed coldly, waved his hand, and said nothing more.

When tonight's massage session is over, the manager is already waiting outside the door: "Miss Wen, we have already made it clear who you are asking. Do you want to see her?"

Wen Huaiyu carried the bag and buttoned the light brown coat: "It's gone. Let's talk about it next time."

She was not in a good mood tonight, her bright facial features were cold, she casually brushed her long curly hair behind her ears, her smile didn't reach her eyes.

The manager silently breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and led the way for her: "Okay, next time you have an order, we will arrange it. I will see you off."

Wen Huaiyu nodded noncommittally.

The corridor was covered with a long, soft red carpet, which collapsed softly.There are two rows of bright crystal chandeliers hanging above the head, and the air is filled with the warm scent of roses, which were just shipped from France in the morning, and the scent is full of glitz and glamour.

She was a little distracted, and one didn't pay attention, the door of the room next to the corridor suddenly opened, and then, a slender and thin girl bumped into her, and the man chased out from the door: "Damn, who works in this kind of place? What kind of innocence are you pretending to me?"

Wen Huaiyu frowned slightly, and supported the girl in his arms, cast his cold eyes to the side, and the drunk man who saw him was shocked: "You, what are you looking at me for?"

As he was talking, drunk, he stretched out his big hand, trying to grab the girl's slender shoulders, but before he could drop his hand, he was kicked on the knee and knelt forward.

The manager felt cold, then signaled to the people behind him, pulled the man back, and said with a smile: "Miss Wen, I'm really sorry. Starting today, the security and safety work in the clubhouse will be fully upgraded. You..."

The corners of Wen Huaiyu's lips were tightly pursed, and then he looked at the quiet girl beside him, and let go of the hand on her shoulder: "It's you."

The girl took a step back, stood in the shadow of the corridor, raised her head, her eyes were extraordinarily clear and clean, like a lively deer, touching people's hearts, unexpectedly beautiful.

The manager smiled dryly: "Miss Wen, this is the person you asked earlier. She had a minor operation a few days ago, and her throat was injured before, and she can't speak very much now. "

Wen Huaiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up: "It's a coincidence, little girl."

The girl nodded silently, lowered her head, her ears were red, as if she didn't dare to look at her.

Wen Huaiyu smiled softly, and the ending sound rose slightly, as if a small hook had grown on it, which made people's hearts tickle: "I wanted to come to see you again in a few days, but you sent it to the door yourself."

Originally, the most serious words came out of her mouth, but they were a little more ambiguous for no reason.

Her eyes fluttered, her smile was deep, her skin was fair under the light, her facial features were bright, and her thick long hair was scattered on her shoulders. She brushed her hair casually, and her every frown and smile showed a charming style: "Thank you. Today I still I have something to do, I'll go first."

The girl blinked her eyes and moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

Wen Huaiyu turned around, listening to the manager talking nonsense, while holding the mobile phone in the bag, ready to contact the driver.

At this moment, someone pulled the corner of her clothes, so lightly that it was hard to notice.

She turned around, because the movement was too fast, the little finger hooked on the corner of her clothes touched her little finger, slender, soft, and shook gently.

Wen Huaiyu stood still, looked back, and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

While talking, she waved her hand back, signaling the manager to wait for the others to go first, but she didn't let go of her hooked fingers. When the corridor was quiet, she deliberately raised her hand and held the girl's fingertips instead. He lowered his head and looked carefully.

The little girl is not very old, she is good-looking, her hands are also good-looking, her flesh and bones are well-proportioned, her fingertips are slightly pink, reflecting the small and white crescent moon, she is clean and lovely.

A little smile appeared on the corner of her lips, she lowered her head and approached.

The distance between the two of them was already too close, but she didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with it. She hooked her little finger against the girl's fingertips and shook it, and her voice was deliberately lowered with a bit of inexplicable ambiguity: "Your finger, It's pretty nice."

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