beauty hunter

Chapter 12 Who Plays Who?

Not only Wen Yan, but other people also noticed the abnormality of this interview, and the discussion gradually became louder.

It took only half a minute for others to go in and out, and Qin Pu hasn't come out for 5 minutes. Could it be that he has successfully applied for the job?

Five minutes later, a short-haired young woman in a professional suit with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows came out of the glass door, followed by Qin Pu.

33c, okay.

Wen Yan subconsciously flashed this thought.

The woman looked about 25 or [-] years old, with fair skin, beautiful appearance, oval face, and indescribable skill in her movements, which made people feel that she was definitely the type of workaholic headed by efficiency.

But at this moment, she saw a four-eyed boy standing in front of the door looking at her face without even blinking, and her beautiful eyebrows immediately frowned.After walking out of the gate, she said displeasedly, "What are you looking at?"

"Chest." Wen Yan said without thinking.

That woman was obviously the first time she met a man who dared to speak so directly, she was stunned for a few seconds before cursing: "Smelly rascal!"

Wen Yan sternly said: "I am admiring your breasts openly, where are you rascals?"

Everyone around burst into laughter.

The woman's face was flushed immediately, her eyebrows were raised upside down, and she looked like she was about to go crazy.

But under the panicked eyes of everyone, she actually endured it, and raised her voice: "Everyone, I'm here to tell you that the recruitment has ended. This Mr. Qin Pu has accepted our employment. Please go back. Thank you for your support." Thanks to Shang Zhuxuan’s support, there will be more and better jobs in the future, thank you.”

Her voice was crisp and penetrating, obviously someone who often gave orders, with an irrefutable authority.Although everyone was disappointed, they still had no choice but to turn around and prepare to leave.

Wen Yan smiled at Qin Pu who had been smirking all the time: "Congratulations."

Although it is a bit regretful, he believes that if he gets his turn, the position must be his own, but since things have already happened, he doesn't care too much about it.

Good jobs are everywhere, not just this one.

Qin Pu scratched his head in embarrassment.

Wen Yan was about to turn around and leave, when a soft "eh" suddenly came from the glass door of Shangzhuxuan, and then, softly said: "Wait, I want to interview him!"

Wen Yan and the young woman in charge of the recruitment were stunned at the same time. Looking back, the latter asked in confusion: "Boss, don't we only need one? This Mr. Qin is so skilled, with him..."

"Shangzhuxuan is so big, how many people can't fit it?" The voice interrupted the young woman in charge of the recruitment.

Inside the glass door, a tall and slender young girl is as gorgeous as youth. She is wearing a bathrobe specially designed for massage. The slightly opened hem reveals some long legs, which is extremely attractive.

It's a pity that the lapel of her upper body is as flat as a river, without any undulating curvature.

The applicants who hadn't gone far were attracted by the movement here, and turned their heads one after another. Someone they knew exclaimed, "It's Boss Mi from Shangzhuxuan!"

The enemy's road is narrow, and this woman is Michelle!

Wen Yan didn't even need to think about it, he already guessed what Michelle wanted to do, and couldn't help but adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose: It seems that I lack character, and I actually applied for a job in her industry.

Michelle came out from the glass door, looked at Wen Yan and sneered, "Aren't you afraid to come for an interview?"

Wen Yan had long since lost his patience with Michelle, and raised his head and smiled: "No, I'm just afraid that you will be too addicted to my technology and unable to extricate yourself."

Michelle exaggeratedly raised her head to the sky and let out a "ha", then turned her head and went back inside the glass door.

The young woman in charge of recruitment outside the door knew the boss's temper, so she said to Wen Yan helplessly: "This gentleman, please follow me."

Wen Yan sneered in his heart, and followed her in.

Want to play tricks on me?You are 800 years too early!

Entering the interior of Shangzhuxuan, after a brief glance at the luxurious decoration in the hall, Wen Yan was taken into a room.Michelle had already bent over a high-end massage bed in the room, and asked with a sideways face, "Sister Yan, how many people are there in the store?"

The young woman thought for a while, and said: "I only started working in the afternoon, and now there are only security guards and staff on shift in the store, about a dozen people."

"Call me in." Michelle ordered.

The young woman agreed, turned and left.

When passing by, Wen Yan glanced at the title plate on the chest of 'Sister Yan'.

Yan Qingyan, a good name.

"You're looking at a woman's breasts again. As a man, you really don't know how to be ashamed?" Michelle on the massage table glared and said softly.

"Don't worry, I won't look at you." Wen Yan said calmly, "Of course you have nothing to show me."

"You!" Mi Xue almost exploded her lungs.

"Her ones are pretty good, and there's still something to see." Wen Yan glanced at Yan Qingyan, lest she would be angry and added something.

Michelle scolded angrily: "Stinky rascal!"

Wen Yan shook his head and sighed: "Cultivation, cultivation is really a big problem!"

Mi Xuexue's white cheeks were already flushed.

Wen Yan was overjoyed, and did not forget to add another sentence: "Of course, compared to your figure, this problem is not too big."

Mi Xue was so angry that she couldn't answer a word, because the other party hit her "crucial point".

"Boss, everyone is here."

Yan Qingyan walked in, with a whoosh behind her, a dozen men and men ### followed up, almost filling up the small room.

Michelle took a deep breath, barely suppressed her emotions, and said coldly to Wen Yan: "Since it's an interview, you have to follow the rules. There is only one requirement, which makes me feel that your massage is very comfortable."

Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.

When he saw all the failed people go out, they all looked like they wanted to kill people. He thought the requirements were so strict, but it was so simple!

Michelle sneered and said, "But first of all, you must understand that in my Shangzhuxuan, there are already three masseuses certified by the state."

Of course Wen Yan understood what she meant, and slowly rolled up his sleeves: "Can we start?"

"Nonsense, haven't you seen me lying down for a long time?" Michelle was fully prepared, no matter how his massage was, she would sarcasm him severely.She fell into the opponent's hands several times in a row, and even lost the verbal confrontation time and time again. Now she is extremely eager to insult him.

When it comes to fighting and swearing, she may lose a bit, but when it comes to picks, she is definitely a first-class master.

Wen Yan smiled and walked over.

Mi Xue called so many people in because he wanted him to make a fool of himself in front of them, which he knew very well.

But who will make a fool of himself will soon be known.

"I said which part you press, there can't be half a deviation, this is the essential quality of a masseur, understand?" Michelle said suddenly.

Wen Yan said vigilantly: "That won't work, I refuse to press your chest, that would be an insult to my hand."

"You!" Mi Xue almost vomited blood from the anger.

The others in the room almost burst into laughter, but fortunately they held back in time, even Yan Qingyan was no exception.

Everyone knows what the biggest weakness of Mi Xue's almost perfect figure is, this kid made it clear that he wanted to fight her!

"Shut up, you, what I want to do is my business." Wen Yan said with a smile.

Just as Mi Xue was about to speak, her fragrant shoulders were suddenly pressed gently by a pair of big hands.She was about to scold, when she suddenly felt an extremely comfortable warmth pouring down from the place where she was being held, and she was speechless for a moment.

Strange, what does this feel like?

Wen Yan's hands lightly pressed on her Jianjing acupoint through the soft bathrobe, and he immediately felt refreshed.

"This beauty has slender bones, smooth skin, and excellent touch. If it weren't for the "defect" on her chest, she would definitely be called a peerless beauty."

Wen Yan started to move his fingers, pressing the acupuncture points moderately, and the formulas that he had recited countless times flooded his mind.

"When the pulse is unblocked, the body will be peaceful, if the body is relaxed, then the body will be harmonious. The three movements of Qi, the seven turns of the pulse, and the five senses are perfect."

As his big hand kept rubbing and pressing, round after round of shock waves of comfort kept hitting Michelle's nerves. She, who was about to start picking at the first hand, forgot to speak for a while, and was completely immersed in the other's massage. .

After pushing back and forth seven or eight times from the shoulders to the back of the neck, Wen Yan suddenly felt something and asked, "Have you ever injured your shoulder?"

Michelle subconsciously said: "I was hit by a car when I was a child... Huh? Why did I tell... Oh!" With a soft breath, the following words could not be continued.

Wen Yan deliberately increased the strength, and the finger width gradually increased, covering the entire half of Michelle's right shoulder. Every movement of his hand seemed to follow a certain rhythm, and everyone around him couldn't help following his fingers. Action to breathe.

The most sensible Yan Qingyan frowned slightly.

She is Michelle's assistant. She has seen hundreds of masseurs, but she has never seen anyone massage at such a rhythm.

Massage is a kind of heavy physical work. Basically, all masseuses will have a set of massage rhythms that can give them a buffer. Otherwise, a massage that lasts for more than an hour is enough to exhaust the masseur.

But Wen Yan's technique is completely different. When the hands are raised and lowered, the hands are in exactly the same state, and it is impossible to tell which is loose and which is tight.

Strictly speaking, Wen Yan's hand wasn't "massaging" at all, but she couldn't tell what it was.

After a while, Michelle suddenly woke up from the intoxication, and before she could think about what was wrong with herself, she snarled first: "Be gentle, do you think it's punching? You can't even grasp the severity, you massage it." The license is bought with money, right?"

Wen Yan was originally doing a good deed, but when she said that, his heart immediately became angry. He moved his hands away from her right shoulder, moved them down suddenly, and gently pressed on the sides of her slender waist.

"what!"

An extremely mournful moan soared into the sky in an instant, and the aftermath continued, continuously dragging out the ups and downs of the end.

In an instant, the men in the room cheered up, and the women's faces flushed, but regardless of men and women, the heartbeat increased and the hormone secretion doubled instantly.

Nima, this is not enjoying a massage, this is clearly... the sound of the bed!

Michelle herself was blushed by the screams, but the stimulation from her waist was extremely strong. She tried desperately to suppress the feeling, but she couldn't suppress it, and moaned involuntarily. sing out.

What's worse, she couldn't tell Wen Yan to stop at all!

"Oh... um... don't... want to..."

The ambiguous words were mixed with Qianjiabaimei's groans, and no one could hear what Michelle was talking about.

Just when everyone's emotions were drawn to the extreme by the charming voice, Wen Yan suddenly let go.

The shouting stopped, and Michelle lay on the massage table panting continuously, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.The round of stimulation just now was comparable to running a marathon, and the physical exertion was too great.

A security guard next to him blurted out, "Why... why don't you continue?"

Wen Yan shook his head with a wry smile, and straightened his pants calmly.

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