Roaming in the dark

Chapter 83
After trying several times, Sheng Chuncheng wanted to quietly take his hand out of Mr. Yun's hand, but failed. Every time his hand moved, the hand holding him would be tight, and he was still holding him. Sheng Chuncheng couldn't forcefully pull his hand out, so he could only let it stay in Mr. Yun's hand.

Unable to pull out his hands, Sheng Chuncheng could only continue to sit on the recliner, while Mr. Yun moved her body away and kept squeezing towards him.

Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan were talking in their native dialect. Sheng Chuncheng couldn't understand, but he could feel that all the lewdness in the world had the same taste. He knew that they were talking about the couple sitting over there. There is a young man, who is handsome, and the two of them are still modest, saying who belongs to whom, and who belongs to whom.

The two spoke wildly, and used their native dialect, thinking that others didn't know about it. In fact, Sheng Chuncheng saw the two young men who were doing foot baths, and presumably recognized them. They looked at each other and secretly laughed. for a moment.

They also looked at Sheng Chuncheng from time to time, which made Sheng Chuncheng feel his face was burning. Fortunately, the light here was dim, so no one could see it.

However, Sheng Chuncheng felt that, to Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan, they were indifferent. Just like when he went to give them massages by himself, they were just as unscrupulous and unscrupulous in front of him. For them, it may not be to avoid suspicion at all, but to get used to it.

They talked about Sheng Chuncheng again, he had heard this a lot, and he could understand it. Mr. Yun patted Sheng Chuncheng's hand gently, and said to Mr. Lan, you choose it over there. I actually like this one, but it's a pity. He is blind.

Boss Lan scolded, "It's fine if he's blind and you're not blind. It's you who see him, not him who sees you."

Mr. Yun giggled and said yes.

Sheng Chuncheng sat there feeling like he was on pins and needles, and he didn't know how long he sat there. Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan's feet were finally washed, and the two young men who washed their feet retreated. Mr. Yun cried out impatiently:

"Okay, okay, let's get started."

Before Sheng Chuncheng came to his senses, he didn't know what it meant to start, Mr. Lan and Mr. Yun stood up. Mr. Yun and Sheng Chuncheng said, let's go to massage.

The two of them then took off their nightgowns and had a clear view. Sheng Chuncheng was taken aback. Isn't this too exaggerated? There are so many people in the private room?However, Sheng Chuncheng immediately calmed down, there are so many people right, but who are these people, those two are slimming massagers, they are used to it, and those duck-shaped beasts...

Sure enough, Sheng Chuncheng smiled when he saw them looking this way.

Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan walked over and lay down on the massage table. Sheng Chuncheng walked towards Mr. Lan very naturally. Mr. Lan gave him a gentle push and said to him:
"You go and do it for Mr. Yun first, it's her birthday today."

In this way, Sheng Chuncheng was pushed back to Mr. Yun's side.

The two masseurs, one for each, started to massage their lower body. Sheng Chuncheng thought about it, and then gave Mr. Yun a head massage. Is it called massage? Are there acupuncture points and meridians?

Sheng Chuncheng looked at the so-called slimming masseur, who was not giving a massage, but was just teasing Mr. Yun, how to stimulate him.

Mr. Yun's chest rose and fell, and she shook her head suddenly. Sheng Chuncheng didn't know what she was going to do, and stopped her hands. Mr. Yun raised his head and turned to look. Those duck-shaped beasts were still singing over there. President Yun yelled at them:

"Fuck you, I called you here to sing?!"

The singing over there stopped abruptly, and Mr. Yun continued to shout: "Turn the fucking music off, it's so noisy!"

Immediately, someone turned off the music, and the box suddenly fell silent, and Mr. Yun's voice continued to roll overhead:

"Come the fuck over here!"

Those duck-shaped beasts hurried over and gathered around Mr. Yun's massage table, all with innocent eyes, staring at Mr. Yun who had a panoramic view on the massage table, as if they were taking a human anatomy class.

"What are you doing here, the dead two go over there!" Mr. Yun was still angry, cursing, two duck-shaped beasts made faces, and immediately retreated to Mr. Lan's side.

"Continue, continue." Mr. Yun said.

Sheng Chuncheng and the masseuse continued to work, and Mr. Yun gradually calmed down. With the hard work of the man below, Mr. Yun's breathing began to rise and fall. The shape beasts said, hurry up, help my sister massage her chest.

Two or three hands came up.

Sheng Chuncheng suddenly felt the blood rushing up, and he suddenly realized that today, this is not a massage, but fornication, how can he participate in this, if so, what is the difference between himself and these duck-shaped beasts?
Sheng Chuncheng stopped his hands and said sorry.

Mr. Yun didn't hear what Sheng Chuncheng was saying, but he felt his hand stop. Mr. Yun opened his eyes and looked at Sheng Chuncheng. Sheng Chuncheng said sorry again.

"Sorry for what?" Mr. Yun heard clearly this time and asked.

Over there, Mr. Lan also turned his head and looked this way.

Sheng Chuncheng said: "I'm sorry, this is not my job today, I can't work in such an environment."

After Sheng Chuncheng finished speaking, he walked towards the table next to him, no matter whether he was seen or not, he didn't look like a blind person.

Sheng Chuncheng walked to the table, picked up his bag, took out the blind man's cane from the bag, opened it, and walked out in a daze, leaving a room full of stunned people.

The next afternoon, Sheng Chuncheng's phone kept ringing: "Mr. Lan is calling you, Mr. Lan is calling you."

Sheng Chuncheng looked at the phone on the table, but didn't answer it.

After a while, there was a "ding" sound, and it was Boss Lan's WeChat voice. Sheng Chuncheng clicked on it, and Boss Lan said, "Xiao Sheng, answer my call."

Then, Sheng Chuncheng's phone rang again, "Mr. Lan is calling you, Mr. Lan is calling you."

Sheng Chuncheng thought about it, took the phone and answered it.

President Lan's tone was calm, as if nothing had happened, she asked: "Xiao Sheng, do you have time now?"

Sheng Chuncheng was silent, and Mr. Lan said, "Come over to my house and help me do it."

Sheng Chuncheng remained silent, and Mr. Lan said, "Come on, don't get angry, I'll wait for you."

After a pause, President Lan said, "Today, I am alone."

Sheng Chuncheng wanted to refuse, or find any reason, but he hesitated for a while, and said: "Okay."

Sheng Chuncheng rode his bicycle, arrived at Qianchao Road on the side of Fuchun Road, turned into the more secluded Qinghe Road, parked the car at the gate of Qianxin Kindergarten, put on sunglasses, opened the cane for the blind, and walked away Go out, walk along Qianchao Road to Fuchun Road, cross the road, and walk towards Dongfang Runyuan diagonally opposite.

(End of this chapter)