Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

The foreigner didn't take this seriously and said it casually, but Tang Ya couldn't stand it and hurriedly said, "ah, don't say it."

She glanced at Xia Feng and blushed. Her shy appearance made her a few years younger, quite moving.

"It's all right." Xia Feng said with a smile, "sister Tang, lie down and relax. I'll give you a massage. It'll be fine soon."

Tang Ya moved her body and straightened it. Xia Feng praised it secretly and walked over. Originally, she could be massaged across her clothes, but Tang Ya's body had a fat and mature charm, which moved him a little, so she stroked up her clothes and pulled down her pajamas.

Tangya was a little shy. Her face was lying on the pillow, but Tucker was eyeing at the side. She said anxiously, "Feng, what's the matter? I helped her massage and hot compress last night."

"I know." Xia Feng nodded, "she's in the wrong position. She sprained. Originally, massage and hot compress have an effect, but your technique is not quite right and the effect is not good. If only she had called me over last night."

Tucker was in a hurry and asked, "is the injury very serious now?"

Hearing his words, Tang Ya also looked back. She was obviously worried and said, "Xiaofeng, I'm not too serious."

"OK." Xia Feng frowned slightly and said, "I'll pinch it for you first and loosen it."

In fact, his words are empty words. If he speaks more seriously, others will pay attention and appreciate. He gives money generously. His master, old worker Xiong, often plays this hand, or anyone in this line will play this hand.

Of course, Xia Feng didn't want to cheat money, but he gave a hole yesterday. Tucker may have a problem with him. Now make the matter more serious, and then cure it. Tucker will see his feelings more.

The other is that Tang Ya is snow-white, rich but not fat, which makes him a little excited.

He said, and put his hands on Tang Ya's waist. The tentacles were delicate, smooth and soft. The feel was really good.

"Wow." he cried in his heart, "it's really soft!"

He pressed his hands with a slight force.

Tangya suddenly raised her neck, red lips and cried out.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt?" Tucker asked anxiously and said to Xia Feng, "Feng, your technique is too heavy. Can you be light?"

Tangya turned back and said, "it's okay. It's either too painful or swollen and numb. Xiaofeng, you're good at this technique."

"I'll take it easy." Xia Feng took a little strength from his hand and pressed it. Tang Ya's neck suddenly raised again, but the cry was a little lighter this time.

After massaging for about five minutes, Xia Feng took a step back, pinched a sword finger in his right hand and aimed it at Tang Ya's waist.

Tucker saw it inexplicably, and Tangya suddenly shouted, "ah, it's so comfortable and hot."

She looked back and said in surprise, "Xiaofeng, are you giving me work?"

"Yes." Xia Feng nodded, "you hurt your tendon. Massage alone won't work. It's hard to dredge your anger."

"So you really know Qigong." previously, Tucker said that Xia Feng could do witchcraft, but Tang Ya didn't believe it. Now she felt the hot air on her body, and she believed it.

"Is this Qigong?" Tucker didn't understand at all. His eyes were as big as table tennis and asked, "what does Qigong do?"

"It's the witchcraft you said." Tangya laughed.

She has a silver basin face and skin like snow. Although she is more than 40 years old, she smiles very sweetly.

"Yes." Tucker nodded. "Kong Fuzhi said he would be very good at witchcraft. It turns out that qigong is witchcraft."

"Almost." Xia Feng smiled, took back his sword finger and said to Tang ya, "sister Tang, get up and have a look."

"OK." Tang Ya moved her waist and twisted it gently. Although her waist was not as thin as a little girl, it was very fat. In contrast, it looked very soft. With such a twist, Xia Feng felt hot in her stomach.

"The waist doesn't seem to hurt," said Tang ya. She sat up, got out of bed, walked a few steps, twisted her waist a few times, and said happily, "it doesn't hurt at all. Xiaofeng, your Qigong is very powerful. Now I feel hot in my waist, like a stream of hot water flowing."

"It really doesn't hurt," Tucker said, incredulously. "He just pointed at you. That worked."

"That's Qigong." Tang Ya explained, "there are many liars in Qigong. I always thought they were all liars. I didn't expect you to have real Kung Fu, Xiaofeng."

When she said this, Tucker also gave Xia Feng a thumbs up: "Feng, you are as powerful as Kong Fuzhi said."

Xia Feng was modest and happy. He thought, "it seems that sister Kong really said a good word for me in front of Tucker."

"Xiaofeng, you didn't have breakfast. I made breakfast to thank you." Tangya invited Xia Feng and tucker downstairs. She changed her clothes and went downstairs for breakfast. Tucker was very interested in Xia Feng's Qigong.

Chinese people usually put on airs when their superiors are in front of their subordinates, but Tucker, a foreigner, has no airs at all. He pesters Xia Feng to keep asking. Xia Feng deceives him. Later, he simply starts to let Tucker feel the movement of Qi in the meridians. The feeling of electric shock makes Tucker yell and scream like a child.

This man's character is quite straightforward at best and almost frivolous. However, Xia Feng likes it. Now he is really afraid of those old shady thieves.

After eating noodles, Xia Feng also left. When he came to the company, he happened to see Xue Yue's car coming. Xue Yue was wearing a white ol dress with a red small collar shirt, red high-heeled shoes, a pair of long legs, slender and straight.

She looked around at Xia Feng's car and saw Xia Feng, but she didn't stop to say hello, but went directly into the company.

"Did she know about yesterday?" Xia Feng murmured in his heart, staring at Xue Yue's back. Well, his eyes actually fell on Xue Yue's beautiful figure.

Xue Yue's buttocks are not as fat as Tang ya, nor as warped as Kong Fu Zhi, but with a pair of big long legs, they are still very attractive.

Xia Feng didn't know whether Xue Yue knew what happened yesterday. He couldn't ask Xue Yue face to face. If Kong Fuzhi and Yu Miaojing didn't analyze it for him, according to his temperament, nine times out of ten he would want to talk to Xue Yue, but now he won't.

He couldn't ask Wu Xin. When he came to his office, he looked at the contact list on the wall and checked yesterday's phone. As expected, no one was right.

"What an old thief." Xia Feng scolded secretly. This time, he kept his mind. Anyway, it's all right. He put all the company's top-level phones into his mobile phone. In this way, as long as anyone calls, the mobile phone will display his name and won't make a mistake.