Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

Xia Feng found the villa and rang the doorbell. The door soon opened. It was Wu rujun. Wearing a yellow skirt, he looked very beautiful.

"Xiao Xia, come on, come on in." Wu rujun warmly greeted Xia Feng.

Xia Feng went in and sat down in the living room. Wu rujun made him tea.

Xia Feng said, "sister Wu, what's the matter?"

"There's something." Wu rujun made himself a cup of tea, sat down and looked at Xia Feng: "I need your help." "sister Wu, you said." Xia Feng didn't hesitate: "as long as I can help, I can't say anything."

"Xiao Xia, you are really a warm-hearted person." Wu rujun smiled and praised him and said, "how to say this."

She seemed to hesitate. Xia Feng didn't hurry, so she looked at her.

Wu rujun has a noble temperament, but this temperament is different from malalian. Wu rujun's noble temperament often shows some strength.

It doesn't sound good. Wealth is pressing.

To put it better, it's magnificent.

It depends on who you are. For the first Xia Feng, Wu rujun's performance is relatively strong, cold and worldly.

But later, when I became familiar, I felt that Xia Feng had something to use. When I became enthusiastic, I became quite atmospheric. No matter what, as long as I opened my mouth, I can solve it for you at any time in a word. It's easy to talk.

The irrefutable momentum is similar to malalian's aristocratic temperament, but there are differences in nuances. Xia Feng can clearly feel it.

"That's right." Wu rujun sank and said, "Xiao Xia, can you massage? Does your massage have any effect on the coldness of treatment?"

Is that the problem?

Xia Feng's eyes slipped on Wu rujun's face.

He has not been able to figure out whether Wu rujun recognized him or not in the ethereal beauty salon.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what Wu rujun thought. Xia Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "it will have some effect."

"Really." Wu rujun brightened his eyes and said, "I want you to help me. I have a cousin who may suffer from that cold feeling, that is to say..."

She didn't know what to say for a moment. She made a gesture, organized the language and said, "I'm not interested in men at all, so I'd like you to give her a massage to stimulate her interest in this area."

It was such a request. It was very interesting. Xia Feng didn't hesitate and nodded directly: "I can try, but it may not work."

In his hands, unless it is made of mud, it can't be useless, but it can't be full.

"Of course, I know." Wu rujun nodded, "then I'll call her and ask her to come over."

Wu rujun called and then introduced Xia Feng.

Her cousin, Mu Qingqing, works in ministries and commissions. She is very beautiful and has many suitors, but she has no interest in men. No matter how excellent the suitor is, she turns a blind eye.

Wu rujun said, "I've seen my aunt in her thirties. They're anxious to hang, but she's indifferent. There's no way to take her."

"Could it be that?" Xia Feng was also a little strange and said, "the same-sex one or something?"

"No, No." Wu rujun shook his head flatly: "if that's really good, what's worse now is that she doesn't have this idea at all. She's not interested in both men and women. In this regard, we checked it specially, and she's really not."

"Oh." Xia Feng nodded, "there is congenital coldness, too."

"Yes." Wu rujun said, "we suspect that she may have congenital coldness, but let her go to the hospital. She said she was not ill and would not die. There is really no way. That's why I thought of you. Your technique is really magical. Maybe it can stimulate her needs in this regard."

Xia Feng kept guessing whether Wu rujun knew it was him. At first, he thought Wu rujun knew it. Later, he had some doubts and was not sure. But now when he heard this sentence, Xia Feng knew immediately: "she knows it's me."

As soon as Wu rujun spoke, she immediately knew that she had slipped her tongue. She had a pair of eyes with Xia Feng. Her face turned red, hurriedly staggered her eyes, stretched out her hand to get the tea cup, and knocked it down.

"Ah." Wu rujun hurriedly stood up and blushed. He took a paper towel to dry the tea. Xia Feng also took a paper towel to help. The two hands touched, and Wu rujun quickly took it back.

Wu rujun stood up and lost his paper towel. He said in a panic, "this dead girl is slow. I'll call again."

She dialed Mu Qingqing's phone again, and the embarrassing atmosphere improved slightly in the gap of the phone call.

Xia Feng was also in a mess. Wu rujun called and turned to the bathroom. He should have washed his face. When he came out again, his face recovered almost. He opened the topic and asked Xia Feng: "by the way, Xiao Xia, let you come to the capital. It doesn't affect your work."

"Nothing." Xia Feng shook his head and said, "I'm an advertising manager. I was going to run around to see the market."

Wu rujun said, "it seems that there are no more advertisements in Beijing than you."

"Nowadays, one is television, the other is new media." Xia Feng explained: "unlike before, the main newspapers are not done in those places now."

"Well," Wu rujun nodded, "these newspapers are really not read now, and the advertising effect is poor."

Xia Feng said: "yes, now it's mainly new media, and then outdoor advertising, especially the electronic screen of high-speed railway station, is OK, but it's too expensive in Beijing, so we didn't do it."

"It's certainly expensive here, but the radiation effect here should be better." Wu rujun was very good at finding topics and chatting, staggering the previous embarrassment.

This makes Xia Feng more uncertain about her psychology.

Then talking about Mu Qingqing, Wu rujun told Xia Feng, "she's a little cold. Look at my face and follow her."

"It's all right." Xia Feng said, "but if she doesn't let me massage, it'll be in trouble."

"Well, I'll find a way." Wu rujun thought for a moment and said, "just say your massage is particularly effective for leg pain. She also wears high heels all year round. She must have this problem."

That's an idea, Xia Feng nodded.

While talking, the doorbell rang. Wu rujun winked at Xia Feng. "Here we are."

She got up and opened the door. Her voice was affectionate: "Qingqing, yo, it's becoming more and more beautiful."

"No." a female voice responded, her voice clear and round, very nice.

Xia Feng was in the living room and couldn't see the door. He thought, "just listening to this voice is a beautiful woman."