"Oh - it's so comfortable, it's so comfortable!"

"Oh, little ancestor, you light, why does it hurt so much-oh, why is it so hot!"

Yan Murong's brain was sweating white, and his heart was even more slanderous.

What are you doing? Isn't it just a massage, how do you do it like calling ~ bed?

This is also his mistake Yan Minghua, when he massaged the acupuncture points, in order to achieve better and faster results, a trace of internal qi entered the acupuncture points along his fingertips, so Yan Minghua felt a warm current along the ankles, calves, thighs, and then to the lower abdomen. This feeling made her extremely comfortable, and she screamed unconsciously.

"Huh? How did you stop? Yan Minghua, who was enjoying himself with his eyes closed, suddenly felt Yan Murong's hand leave his feet, opened his eyes as if they were filled with a clear spring, and asked strangely.

"Sister-in-law, if you keep calling it like this, I really can't hold it down." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "Could you please call it as tactfully as possible?"

"I don't want to." Yan Minghua said with an aggrieved face. "Who told you to press so comfortably, come, don't stop, go on, it's a big deal I'm calling tactful and subtle - don't you want that feeling of wanting to talk and rest?"

Yan Murong looked out the window, he wanted to open the window and jump down to his death.

After massaging on the Taichong acupoint and Zusanli for a while, in the end, Yan Murong still chose to give up, Yan Minghua's tactful and subtle cry might as well let go of his voice and shout, and Yan Murong was even more goosebumps when he heard it.

"Oops, it's much more comfortable, and I'm in a much better mood." Yan Minghua got up from the sofa unsatisfied, lazily put on his stockings, put on his shoes, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I didn't know you had this hand, it seems that when your aunt and grandmother come in the future, I will really look for you to press it for me, and I will be comfortable and dead."

Still pressed? Yan Murong regretted it enough in his heart, and this time made him regret wanting to jump off the building. It's still in the office, and it's soundproof, if it's at home or somewhere else, let others hear it, then it's better to die directly.

"What? Don't want to press it for me? ”

"No, no, I promise to be on call, and I will serve my aunt and grandmother well." Yan Murong hurriedly said.

"That's pretty much it." Yan Minghua smiled with satisfaction, pulled Yan Murong up, took his arm and walked towards the door. "For the sake of making me very comfortable, I won't take you to the cafeteria today, and I will work in the western restaurant opposite." ――

Western food, Yan Murong hates to eat this kind of thing, basically except for meat, there are few vegetables. Moreover, Western food is suitable for some rich and handsome people and petty bourgeoisie, and it is not suitable for people like him who can feed anything at all. But there was no way, Yan Minghua liked to eat, so he had to follow along.

"You haven't told me why you came to me." Yan Minghua asked while cutting the grilled seven-ripe steak while looking at Yan Murong.

"I'm borrowing someone from you." Yan Murong smiled, and told Yan Minghua about the idea of becoming the president of the Huayi Labor Union and industrializing the union, and said. "Recently, talents are too scarce, no, I came to borrow someone from you."

"Borrow again?" Yan Minghua put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said. "You little bastard, I lent you a secretary last time, and this time I borrowed someone again, you think I am a talent market? ――Even if it's a talent market, if someone gives you a job, you should pay a salary, right? You're good, if you use it up, throw it back to me, and I have to pay your salary, why can't this kind of good thing be on my turn? ”

"Hehe, sister-in-law, I know you love me the most." Yan Murong hurriedly put on a smile and looked at Yan Minghua with a flattering expression. "Don't worry, I won't pay it back if I borrow it this time, and I'm responsible for the salary."

"I'm sorry, I don't borrow the beauty you want." Yan Minghua snorted and said coquettishly. "Why are you relying on me? Looking for your wife to borrow someone, she has a lot of talents, and you are reluctant to dig up the people from your wife's company, so you come to dig me? ”

"It's not poaching, it's definitely not poaching." Yan Murong explained solemnly. "This is borrowing, borrowing talents."

"But you just said you wouldn't pay it back this time."

"Didn't you just complain that I would return it when I ran out of people, and you didn't pay your salary?" Yan Murong said depressedly. "Now I say I won't pay it back, and I will pay the salary, and you don't agree."

"I just talked."

“――”

Yan Murong felt that there was no reason to talk about a woman, whether this woman was a wife, a sister-in-law or a mother, there was no reason to talk about it.

"Okay, don't be wronged there." Yan Minghua received it with a smile. "Aren't you short of talents, if you really can't go to the talent market to recruit, if you are not satisfied, go to a headhunting company, I have two good headhunting companies, do you want me to help you introduce them? ――If you can't trust the person recommended to you by the headhunter, I still have a choice. However, if you poach her, I'm afraid you will have to become the public enemy of all Chinese men again. ”

"Who is it?" Yan Murong asked.

"Snow streaks." Yan Minghua said vaguely while stuffing the diced steak into his mouth with a very ladylike image. "I've checked this woman, she can become the leader of entertainment programs on Huaxia TV, her ability is still good, and you seem to have had a little bit of a trick with her during the Chinese New Year last year, and she obeys you."

"Sister-in-law, that's a matter of friends helping each other, not a matter of melon fields and plums," Yan Murong defended with a serious face.

"Oh, don't talk about that." Yan Minghua waved his hand impatiently. "It doesn't matter if you are friends helping each other or something, in short, you want talents, and this woman is the talent I recommend to you. You think about it yourself, if you want to do it, if you don't, you can go to your dear and good wife, I don't have anyone to lend it to you anymore. ”

"Sister-in-law, don't be so ruthless, right?" Yan Murong asked with a sad face.

"It's so ruthless." Yan Minghua said. "Look, haven't I already recommended a talent to you, you go to dig, she will definitely go with you-you know, the entertainment industry is very chaotic, and it's all about youth, you invite her, that woman will be very happy-Besides, anyway, there are already colorful flags fluttering outside, and it won't affect any more side."

"You're really my sister-in-law—" Yan Murong said through gritted teeth. What does it mean that the flags are fluttering outside?

"Of course, you can't kiss anymore."

"Okay, that's her." Yan Murong's heart was crossed, and he said murderously. It doesn't look like it's going to dig up talents, it's more like it's going to kill talents.