Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 512 Sorry, My Feet Smelly
Zhou Hai glanced at him, and the fat man quickly turned serious.

"I mean, whether you choose to soak your feet or have a massage, there are exactly three masters!"

Zhou Hai and Chu Menghan looked at each other, and said in unison: "Massage!"

The fat man smashed his mouth, originally he wanted to soak his feet for a pedicure, but the two said so, and said to the masseur wearing sunglasses:
"Master, the three of us should all massage, there is no water for the pedicure at night!"

The man smiled, "If you like pedicures, we will boil water now!"

"No, let's massage!
Arrange us together, don't separate! "

"to make!"

Immediately, the three of them were taken to a private room. The room was not big and only had three narrow massage beds. It looked like a formal massage consultation room, so Chu Menghan and Zhou Hai relaxed a little.

They took off their coats and shoes and lay down on the bed, but the fat man twitched and stood by the bed without taking off his shoes. Zhou Hai looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean, you want to watch us massage?"

The fat man pouted.

"Sorry, I have a pair of biological and chemical weapons. I'm so busy that I don't touch the ground this day. Now I can raise fish in my shoes. I'm afraid that you will all faint when you take off your shoes. I'll wash your feet later!"

As he said that, he disappeared, and the technician reached out and touched him, but he couldn't find anyone.

Zhou Hai rarely laughed, and Chu Menghan couldn't hold it back, and laughed loudly lying on the bed, but this way, he really wasn't as depressed as before.

Zhou Hai asked the technician to give the two of them a massage first. After a while, there was a crackling sound in the room. The kind with a strong sense of rhythm, it was not Thai oil massage, fancy massage, or comprehensive health care, but it was actually traditional Chinese medicine massage.

As soon as the door was opened, the fat man came back wearing a pair of huge slippers. His wet feet were just like that. He jumped on the bed and asked for a foot towel to wrap his feet.

Seeing that the two of them had already started the massage, he quickly took off his coat and lay down on the bed, but the massage bed creaked and creaked harshly.

"Sir, let's start mine too!"

The man held a piece of white cloth in his hand, shook it in the air, shook his head wearing sunglasses, and put his ear close to the fat man.

"What are you doing, come with a full set like those two, or do you have any special requirements?"

The fat man was lying on the massage chair bed like a toad, tapping his back and waist with his hands.

"See, the waist and back are the focus, I squatted for too long today.

Now I feel like I’m going to turn white, the feeling that my waist can’t come up, that is, the machine is short of oil and the movement is always rattling, can you clean it up for me? "

The man reached out and patted the fat man with the back of his hand a few times. This method seemed to determine the size and boundary of the fat man, like a ruler, and then shook off the white cloth again and spread it on the fat man's back.

He stretched out his hands to pinch the fat man's shoulders, and began to massage, the first few strokes were very comfortable, he didn't suppress it at all, he hummed and his eyelids twitched in comfort.

However, the technician moved his hands down and began to smooth the fat man's spine. When he massaged a position on the thoracic spine with his elbow, the fat man seemed to have been acupointed, and he immediately called out.

"Yeah, that's the place, ah~ I can't do it~ I can't touch~It hurts~"

Chu Menghan grabbed a pillow beside the bed, and threw it on the fat man's head. The fat man was stunned for a moment, and the technician pushed his back against the pillow. He stretched out his hand and pulled it off.

Looking at Chu Menghan with an aggrieved face, he said after a while:

"Chu~beauty, why are you~beating someone~ I'll just do a massage, it's like~ being punished, if you don't feel bad, just~ forget it, why~ still~ beat someone?"

Chu Menghan gave him a white look, "You picked the place. Didn't you say that you did it? No matter how you look at it, you are fooling me. Besides, if you are doing massage, just shut up. If I hear you calling the bed, I'll throw you out."

The fat man hugged the needle that Chu Menghan threw over him aggrievedly, with a look of resignation, but after thinking about it, he still covered his mouth, and then turned to look at the technician.

"This master, we can ravage it in another place. Isn't it good to massage it in another place? If you pinch that bone again, you will have to change the accessories!"

The masseur let out a groan, and quickly pressed it down, but as soon as it reached the waist, the fat man buried his head on the pillow, kicked his legs and yelled in a muffled voice, and finally pulled a When he lifted his arm, the fat man let out a sharp cry.

"It hurts~ ah!"

But after shouting, he regretted it again, covered his mouth with his hands, and groaned on the pillow.

Chu Menghan glanced at him, a little puzzled. After all, he was also doing massage. He felt a little sore, but he didn't feel anything else. What's wrong with the fat man?
But seeing that he was not there, crying and howling, Chu Menghan also relaxed and went to enjoy the massage to soothe the pain everywhere.

The 10-minute massage was finally over. Chu Menghan and Zhou Hai stood up, stretched their necks, glanced at the fat man beside them, and suddenly raised their hands to poke Zhou Hai in shock.

Zhou Hai put on his glasses, and seeing Chu Menghan's surprised face, he also turned to look at the fat man. At this moment, the clothes on the fat man's body were all wet, and his hair was all sticking to the top of his head, as if his body had been drenched in water. Zhou Hai hurried to get closer.

"Fatty, what's wrong with you?"

The fat man raised his face, his cheeks had already been marked by the pillow, and he looked at Zhou Hai with blurred eyes.

"Haizi, I feel like I'm going to be paralyzed, it hurts everywhere!"

Zhou Hai patted the technician on the shoulder, "Master, stop pressing if he feels the pain!"

The technician had a good temper, turned his head towards Zhou Hai's room and smiled.

"Boss, I'm going to be lighter and I'll finish it right away. This boss has a lot of problems!"

Zhou Hai's hand on the technician's shoulder was no longer light and fluffy, but patted hard.

"I said stop, we will pay the money, understand?"

At this time, the two technicians who had just given Chu Menghan and Zhou Hai a massage groped their way to the bed, persuading this person in a low voice, but the more he persuaded, the more angry this person became, and the more he moved his hands. Heavy, the fat man babbled again.

Chu Menghan was annoyed, grabbed the technician's wrist, fixed his wrist firmly with his hand, raised his head coldly and said:
"Stop it, don't you hear me?
He is crying pain! "

The man had a smile on his face, and his voice was neither too fast nor too slow, but Chu Menghan controlled his hand, but continued to poke the fat man's body with his elbow.

"I heard it!
When you come to our massage shop, most of them call it like this, isn't it normal?
Although the body is sour and refreshing, it really relieves fatigue and relaxes!
Can I still harm him? I am blind and have no weapons. Can I endanger the society or harm the common people? Tell me! "

(End of this chapter)