McKay ...... This...... What?" The manager in his thirties looked confused and dewy.

Are these two migrant workers in camouflage uniforms and the muddy water on their bodies still dry out talking about their hometown?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already in a state of semi-sleep, but when they heard the manager talking nonsense, they almost instinctively nagged out such a sentence at the same time.

Hearing that Su Yun was also talking, Zheng Ren immediately closed his mouth and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort of the 44° water temperature to his body.

"Well, I'm just too tired to deal with you, but you shouldn't be talking nonsense. Su Yun tilted his head at an angle and said with his eyes closed.

"Nonsense? You touch your waist yourself, you really have two sockets, the kidney deficiency is already very heavy, and you need to regulate the meridians. The manager's expression was a little embarrassed, but he tried to explain anyway.

"That's the lumbar fossa, and in local anatomy, it's called McKeling. Su Yun closed his eyes, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It's the two concave sockets on the back and waist, and the two sides above the sacral vertebrae on the buttocks and the junction of the lumbar vertebrae." Also known as the dimples and sanctuary of Venus, it is one of the body symbols of the model. ”

"......" the manager's face was full of disbelief.

"If you want to sell cards, I don't care. Su Yun said: "But there has to be something that can be done, for example, the acupuncture points of the massage are better, the power is relatively large, and the subjective is not fooled." I'm struggling, and the general force is like touching me. ”

“……”

"Nothing, you let me get a card? Why? Just because of kidney deficiency?" The smile on the corner of Su Yun's mouth became a little thicker, "Please, you have to be professional in deceiving people." As far as your statement is concerned, it is outdated, you must know how to keep up with the times, or you will ......"

As he spoke, a slight snoring sounded.

The thing was already asleep.

The manager's face flushed, he couldn't say a word, turned around and left.

The technician who massaged Su Yun was not very old, and his face was already red when he looked at Su Yun. But her red and the manager's red are two concepts, the slightly shy kind.

"Brother, there are several ...... essential oils" The technician still has a trace of reason, still selling.

"He's asleep, and it's okay to use the normal one without charge. Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.

Is......

The little technician was a little unhappy, but when he saw Su Yun, he was killed directly by the side face, and then he was resurrected, killed again, and came back to life. After a few seconds, she looked at Su Yun in a daze, feeling that it was nothing to make less money.

"Use some force, don't use your hands, use your elbows. Su Yun said in a daze.

Jung in smiled and quickly fell asleep.

An hour passed, and by the time Zheng Ren was woken up, Su Yun had already dressed and sighed, and said, "Boss, do you want to eat something?"

"Are you hungry?" Zheng Ren had no interest in eating, and he just drank porridge, and he didn't want to eat it.

"Boss, can you have some normal human instincts?" Su Yun said: "It's strange that you can drink enough just to drink porridge, I'm hungry again now." ”

"I saw a barbecue stand on the side of the road, and when I walked back, I asked for ten skewers when I passed by. ”

"Ten, what about you feed the rabbits?"

"Rabbits don't eat cooked meat. ”

In the serious nonsense between the two, Su Yun went to the front desk to scan the code, check out, and leave.

After several receptionists in the front hall saw the two leave, they gathered around and chattered.

"That young man is so good-looking. ”

"People know a lot, Manager Fan went in and was directly beaten out. ”

"It just doesn't look like he's rich. ”

"What do you know, rich people drive good cars, they all wear famous brands, some rich people's tempers, you don't understand. ”

……

Zheng Ren and Su Yun staggered on the way home, where the neon flashes, the lights are brilliant, and the singing and dancing are leveling.

The instantaneous behavior and perception were misplaced, which made Zheng Ren a little trance.

He struggled to open his eyes and look at the road. If he hadn't been seriously injured on the front line and accidentally broke his leg while walking back to the imperial capital, Director Kong would have awarded himself a third-class merit, and it is estimated that he would have been laughed at for a lifetime.

Wandering past a barbecue stand, Zheng Ren asked, "Hey, what skewers do you eat?"

"For mutton, don't put cumin, and don't put chili. Su Yun said.

Business at the barbecue stall is booming, with several small tables packed with people and people waiting in line.

Zheng Ren felt tired when he looked at it, and when the strings were ready, it would take at least ten or twenty minutes.

At this point, he just wanted to go home and fall into bed and sleep in the dark.

"That gentleman, your sausage is ready!" roared the owner of the barbecue.

A man squatting on the side of the road and smoking a cigarette stood up, walked to the barbecue stand, took the cigarette in his mouth, and took the grilled sausage.

Turning around, his eyes met Zheng Ren's.

"Are you...... Mr. Zheng?" The man was a little surprised, and he didn't dare to recognize it.

In the words of the massage shop manager, dressed in camouflage clothes, the muddy water has not yet dried, and it looks like he came down from the construction site.

Even if he wears an ordinary outfit, this person can recognize it without hesitation, and his face will be filled with a warm and distant smile.

But such a ...... Song Ying really didn't dare to admit it.

"Uh......" Zheng Ren hesitated, looking at the middle-aged man opposite, a little puzzled.

Not somewhat, but rather confused.

Who is this? Do you know him? Call yourself Mr. Zheng, a native of Haicheng?

His mind flashed, and in just a moment, Zheng Ren saw the roasted sausage he was carrying.

Dong Shi Tiao, Tang and Song Dynasty Restaurants, Song Ying, parathyroid dysfunction.

Several key words instantly appeared in Zheng Ren's mind.

Duck step, lame, he looks good, this is, why do you still eat grilled sausages?

"Manager Song, hello. Zheng Ren tried his best to squeeze out a smile, exhausted the strength of his whole body, and stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Zheng, I thought that your noble person was so forgetful that he didn't remember me. Song Ying smiled heartily, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Zheng Ren enthusiastically and reservedly.

Su Yun was a little surprised, how did this guy with advanced face blindness recognize people?

Could it be that after going to the front line, his seven orifices were opened?

"Did the surgery happen?" asked Jung-in.

"I did, I took some more medication after the operation, and like you said, it got better quickly. Song Yingdao.

"Grilled sausages, can it still bring you good luck?" Zheng Ren did not annoying say that he should eat as little grilled sausage as possible, but talked about luck.

"Same as before. Song Ying smiled slightly and said, "But isn't it that I've been used to it for so many years, and I eat a lot less frequently and in quantity now." I also asked the relevant doctor and said that it would be no problem to eat less. ”

Zheng Ren also thinks so, Song Ying doesn't have any disease diagnosis in the system panel.

Looks like it's totally fine.

"Mr. Zheng, what are you ......" Song Ying looked at Zheng Ren wearing such a suit, and the assistant beside him was the same, and asked suspiciously.

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