my old life

Chapter 2548 Which is more important
In the past, my second uncle used to say that if someone pretends to be better than you, you just get used to him, so don't talk about nonsense!
Regardless of whether Hongxue became a monk halfway or was born into a family of tea artisans, in essence, it has nothing to do with me, and it's hard to say whether it's true or not.

In other words, if she really had a good family background and background, would she still appear in this high-end men's spa?

"Mr. Ming, how about this cup of tea?" Hongxue made another cup of tea for me, I don't know what she added to the teapot just now, it smells delicious.

"If you treat tea as water, it will only have one taste, but if you regard tea as a friend, then you can taste different tastes."

What Hongxue said made sense, I raised my head and drank it all in one gulp, it doesn't matter what kind of tea, it tastes sweet even now.

"After practicing calligraphy and drinking tea, what's the next project?" I rubbed my hands with a smile. I can't just practice soldiers without shooting guns here, right?

"Mr. Ming can play whatever sport he wants to play." Wan Qiu muttered in a low voice, but her atmosphere changed.

"Is this true? Can I ask for anything?" I deliberately asked, if I do whatever I want, it will become boring.

As the saying goes, what is not available is the best, sometimes the process is always more important than the result, such as now!

"Within my ability, I will do my best to satisfy Mr. Ming." Wan Qiu muttered again, as if she was at her mercy.

I sighed slightly, originally I thought there could be more tricks, at least I have to start with essential oils first!

"I suggest Mr. Ming not to worry, we have a lot of time tonight, how about relaxing first?"

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, I immediately regained my spirits. The process is far more important than the result, because I know the last step well.

"Then come and lie down, let's watch Sister Hongxue's tea art performance first!" Wan Qiu greeted, patting the pillow with her little hands.

"Ok."

I was lying on the bed and Wanqiu came over immediately, the silk cheongsam brought an extremely smooth feel, and there was a fruity aroma around the tip of my nose.

Hongxue took out a fan and put it in a posture as if she was going to dance, her half-covered eyes were very lethal.

When the corners of a woman's eyes are lifted up, it will give people a sharp and charming feeling, just like a sharp knife can easily pierce a man's tired and swollen nerves.

I have never seen the dancing posture when wearing a cheongsam, it has a kind of extravagant atmosphere of the old society.

A fan was played in a different way, every time the fan was covered, there would be a pause for a few seconds, and then the fan would open little by little.

The focus of the so-called tea art performance is not on tea, because beautiful women are always more attractive than tea!
Hongxue's dance was not fast, she would pause after every movement, and a frozen figure was a bit like a peacock dance, or a folk dance.

At this moment, I can't find a suitable adjective. It feels charming and has a strong sense of impact.

It seems to go back to the past through time and space, back to the age when communication was underdeveloped, and back to the age of singing and dancing.

Wanqiu's fingers gently slid across my hair, touching my head over and over again, this feeling is very bad.

As the saying goes, a man with a head and a woman with a waist is bad at first touch.

The man's head is not something you can touch casually, and there is a doggy feeling when fingers run through the hair, so I opened her hand directly.

"Don't touch my head."

"It's just combing the meridians of the head, my recklessness, sorry."

"It's okay, I just don't like it." I lit a cigarette and quietly looked at the charm in front of me, feeling unprecedentedly comfortable.

Here there is no tension of racing against time, no superficiality of going straight to the theme, making people wander in this night, like a golden time...

I know this set of projects is definitely not cheap, but as long as you feel in place, everything is just a cloud.

Hongxue covered the fan in front of her, and gently lay down on her side, a look was enough to explain everything!
"Tea, please." She turned her hand and took out a cup of tea from behind the fan. I didn't realize where it was hidden just now.

After taking the tea, he drank it down in one gulp, unknowingly there was smoke in his throat, this cup of tea was just right.

A pair of hands kept walking around behind my back, I could feel her intentions, and the loose pajamas became redundant at this moment.

The moment she took off her pajamas, there was a gasp behind her, wondering if Wan Qiu was frightened by Qianmu Shura.

"I know what business Mr. Ming is in!" Wan Qiu seemed to have discovered a new world, but I think she should have come into contact with many people in the Jianghu.

"Isn't it a bit late to find out now?" I joked, the whole tattoo was exposed to the air.

"Sister Hongxue, look, what a mighty tattoo...can I touch it?"

"Of course!"

A pair of small hands rested on my back, stroking every scar I had in the past, and the indelible tattoo on my shoulder blade.

Even if the flesh-cutting tattoo has been covered by the pattern of Qianmu Shura, but the touch cannot be covered up, this drug lord mark will follow me for the rest of my life.

If it weren't for covering up the mark and the scars all over my body, I wouldn't get a tattoo, because I used to hate tattoos...

The scars were very clear to the touch, and the scenes of the past came to my mind, the pain and struggle again and again, and the times I walked around on the edge of life and death.

All this makes me feel trembling, trembling for who I used to be, and afraid of what I used to be extraordinary.

If a person's past can't move him, how boring should such a life be?
Suddenly, I felt a coolness behind me, and when I looked back, I found that Wanqiu had taken out a bottle of baby oil. I extinguished my cigarette and found a more comfortable position.

"Mr. Ming, I didn't expect you to have such a domineering tattoo. Is this Marshal Canopy?"

When I heard this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Although Marshal Tianpeng is a respectful title, everyone knows that it is Zhu Bajie.

"Probably." I said casually, lying on the bed and quietly feeling the relaxation brought by the back opening.

At this moment, there was a faint vibration, the sound came from the pajamas, who will call me at this time?

I got up and took out the phone and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number, but I knew it was dumb.

"Hello? What's the matter?" I answered the phone directly without letting the two beauties avoid me.

"I brought you a friend, do you want to meet?" The voice of Morse code came from the phone, and I immediately became interested when I heard it!
"We must meet, who is this friend?" I asked excitedly, now is the time when people are needed!
"One of the Thirteen Taibao, Shadow." The mute gave me such a code, this name is very special.

"Where is the location? I'll be there right away!" I couldn't wait to ask, I know the truth that a thousand soldiers are easy to get but a general is hard to find.

The person who the mute can recommend to me in person is definitely not a weak chicken, especially in the middle of the night when he specially called, the subtext is to let me treat him well.

I know the rules in the Jianghu, and I must not be stingy when it is time to receive, because the first impression between people is very important!
"Where are you? I was safer in the past."

"I don't know where this is, I'll send you a location."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, I immediately sent a location, and I have no other interest at the moment, because some people are more attractive than beautiful women!
"Can I borrow this room tonight?" I turned my head and asked, if not, I will change the room immediately.

"Of course, this place belongs to Mr. Ming tonight."

"Okay, please go out for a while, I want to meet some friends." I directly waved my hand to ask them to leave, and they were dumbfounded.

"what?"

"The accounts are as usual, you go back and rest!" I smiled and waved my hand, this romantic place is relatively safe.

In the past, many people met in places like brothels and teahouses, because there are all kinds of people from all walks of life, and they can also deceive people.

"Wait a minute, wipe my back clean first." I greeted, and they wiped off the essential oil for me.

"Go get me my clothes, hurry up." I can't meet people in pajamas, and I have to be polite.

In fact, my appearance determines my attitude, and the attitude of reception determines my attitude in the future. I am looking forward to meeting this person named Shadow...

(End of this chapter)