Chapter 3749 Accompany Her Here
"Cancel first." Cheng Zitong answered without thinking.
Yu Lingfei was stunned for a moment, but said nothing and only agreed with the word "good".
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but wonder. Was it because he wanted to take her to photograph Du Ming that he pushed back on the business deal?
At this time, she also received a message on her phone. Yu Hui sent a club address and told her clearly that Du Ming and Ming Zimo were dating at this address.
Yu Hui probably didn't lie to her. Didn't Yu Lingfei say it before? It was Yu Hui who introduced Mingzi Mo to Du Ming.
Fu Yuan'er figured out Du Ming's routine, and an intermediary took him and Ming Zimo to the date respectively.
In this way, ordinary people cannot imagine that they have a cross-border relationship.
Du Ming was able to maintain a perfect personality for so many years, how could he do it without some extraordinary tricks!
At this moment, Fu Yuan'er could get out of the car and look for the address given by Yu Hui alone.
But thinking that Cheng Zitong gave up on business negotiations, she couldn't bear to get off the bus...
Sure enough, the destination Cheng Zitong took her to was exactly the same as the one Yu Huifa gave her.
But this was a club that had been renovated from an old house. There were a lot of boxes inside, so finding Du Ming's box was the most important thing.
"How are you going to shoot?" Cheng Zitong asked before getting off the car.
Fu Yuan'er already had an idea, "Of course it would be better if we can take intimate photos of the two of us. If we can't take intimate photos, we can just go together."
Cheng Zitong looked her up and down, his eyes had already seen through her, "Fu Yuan'er, I find that you are becoming more and more hypocritical?"
In the past, Fu Yuan'er would only ask herself to take intimate photos of the two of them.
Fu Yuan'er suddenly became angry, but then calmed down and shrugged indifferently: "I have changed."
She didn't want to be active in front of him, as if she was striving for something, but in his eyes and the eyes of others, it was nothing more than a joke.
"Which room are they in?" She quickly changed the subject.
Cheng Ziyi gave her a meaningful look, then raised his eyes and looked forward, "1902, Presidential Suite."
Fu Yuan'er thought for a while, and there seemed to be no other better way than dressing up as a waiter and entering the room.
At this time, two masseurs in uniforms walked inside together.
Fu Yuan'er's eyes followed the two of them.
"I didn't know, but you know how to massage." Cheng Zitong did not hide the ridicule in his tone.
Fu Yuan'er hummed, there were many things he didn't know about her.
She took a step and walked inside.
"Hello, madam," the security guard at the door stopped her, "Do you have a reservation?"
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but curl her lips, as if overnight, identity verification was required in public places in City A.
"She was with me." Cheng Zitong raised his hand to swipe his card, showing that he was a VIP customer exempt from inspection.
Fu Yuan'er followed him into the club. Now was not the time to be polite.
"What's next?" he asked.
"Thank you for bringing me in. You can go about your business." After saying that, Fu Yuan'er ran away.
She followed the two masseurs just now to the massage department of the club, where the masseurs rested. Just waiting for the front desk to call, they would take turns to serve in the rooms of guests in need.
She waited outside for a while, and masseuses were called away from time to time, but gradually she realized a problem. Du Ming would not call the masseur today.
Why does he need a masseur when Akiko Mo is with him!
No, she had to make him need a masseuse!
She thought of Yu Hui and had an idea.
Please call Yu Hui immediately.
However, as soon as he dialed his number, the phone in his hand was snatched away.
She turned around and saw Cheng Zitong behind her.
"Give me my phone back," she said urgently.
Cheng Zitong remained calm, "Don't you just want to sneak into Du Ming's room as a masseuse?"
He walked away three to five meters, made a phone call, and told her when he came back: "Go ahead, Du Ming and Ming Zimo are both in the room."
Fu Yuan'er:......
"How did you do it?" She couldn't help but be curious.
"secret."
"Cough...cough..." She almost choked on her saliva.
She put on the clothes of a masseur, put on a mask, and walked to room 1902 with the massage aid.
This is a large house with five in and five out. The more expensive rooms are further in, but the further in, the more Fu Yuan'er feels inexplicably nervous.
Maybe it was because the environment was getting quieter and quieter after entering the deep courtyard, and what she was about to do was take secret photos, so her nervousness was actually a result of a guilty conscience...
She couldn't help but look back, only to see a familiar figure standing at the archway not far away.
It's Cheng Zitong.
She couldn't help but pause, and saw him folding his arms and looking at her with a sneer on his lips.
As if waiting to see her joke.
Even if he was prepared to laugh at her, he still accompanied her here... Fu Yuan'er felt warm in her heart, and when she turned around and moved forward, she was no longer so nervous.
"Ding dong." She rang the doorbell of 1902.
"Please come in." A female voice answered her, and this was Akiko Mo's voice.
Fu Yuan'er walked into the room step by step and entered a strange and novel world... Ming Zimo and Du Ming were lying on the bed, both wearing only bathrobes.
Especially Akiko Mo, whose hair and bathrobe were disheveled, and her face had residual blush.
Fu Yuan'er immediately understood that she had entered a "battlefield". The "battle" had just ended, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was still too strong.
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask.
"Give him a massage." Akiko Mo lazily stood up, and her bathrobe slid down to one side, revealing most of her body.
Du Ming took action, in front of the "masseur"... In his eyes, the masseurs here were very confident and would not talk nonsense.
He must not have known that the masseur in front of him had taken all of this on video.
Akiko pushed his hand away and walked into the bathroom with a charming smile.
"Let's massage." Du Ming took off his bathrobe and lay on the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts.
So, does she need to massage his skin?
She could excuse herself and leave now.
Cheng Zitong told her before coming in that he would leave as soon as the photos were taken. He had arranged for another masseur to come in at any time to fill in.
But even though the photo was taken, she still wanted to stay a little longer and dig out more information.
Massage, she had already learned some acupoint massage in order to massage her grandfather.
As for skin-to-skin contact, she had already prepared a pair of gloves.
"Wear gloves?" Du Ming glanced at it and frowned displeased.
"Boss, we have recently developed a new massage method that is more comfortable, but direct contact with fingers can easily abrade your skin, so we need to wear gloves." Fu Yuan'er lied without drafting.
Du Ming was doubtful, but he didn't object.
Akiko Mo was still in the bathroom. He couldn't blatantly ask the masseur to have skin-to-skin contact with him.
"Your voice sounds familiar
," Du Ming suddenly thought, "Have I seen you somewhere? "
As Du Ming tried to raise his head, Fu Yuan'er saw the opportunity to press his cheek and massage the acupuncture points behind his ears.
Du Ming was held down obediently, unable to move.
"Of course you will recognize my voice," she replied while massaging: "I have been here for five years and have many regular customers."
Du Ming was stunned and wanted to raise his head to look at her again, but Fu Yuan'er turned his head, switched sides to hold his cheek, and continued to massage the acupuncture point behind the other ear.
Du Ming was forced to curl his lips and said, "The masseuses here change every year, are you wrong?"
Fu Yuan'er was stunned, thinking that these people were really ruthless in order to keep their secrets, making the masseurs change jobs frequently.
"I'm right. What I mean is that I have been a masseur for five years. Many people in City A who like massage know me."
Then he said: "Boss, don't you get massages often? What do you think of my massage techniques?"
Du Ming felt it. Not to mention, he was indeed more experienced than the previous masseur, which made him feel very comfortable.
"The person Mr. Cheng recommended to me is indeed right," Du Ming muttered and smiled: "It seems that his kid has been fooling around on these occasions a lot."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned and instantly understood that the call Cheng Zitong made before was to recommend a masseur to Du Ming.
"I think the boss is a good man," Fu Yuan'er pretended to be ignorant, "Men who come to these occasions rarely bring their wives, but you, boss, bring your wives to enjoy it together."
Du Ming smiled: "Why do you think that is my wife?"
"Only the boss is worthy of such a beautiful woman." Fu Yuan'er said very sincerely.
Du Ming was amused and laughed.
Fu Yuan'er immediately climbed up the stairs: "Boss, your wife looks a bit familiar, much like a big star named Ming Zi Mo. The boss is so lucky."
Du Ming was unhappy, "Am I lucky to be like Ming Zi Mo? Let me tell you, she is Ming Zi Mo, and it's true."
Fu Yuan'er pretended to be shocked: "Is it true? It turns out that Ming Zimo is already married!"
She sighed, "Many male fans will be sad now."
"What are they sad about?" Du Ming hummed. "Even if I don't want it, it's not their turn to be Luthor."
"Girl, uncle will teach you," Du Ming said earnestly: "When looking for a boyfriend, you must not look for those Luthers who are not motivated and blame others for working too hard. They will never be successful in their lives."
Fu Yuan'er "learned" and nodded humbly: "Sister Ming Zi Mo is lucky enough to marry such a good man as her boss."
At this time, Fu Yuan'er was rubbing his shoulders. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Fu Yuan'er's hand. He whispered with a smile: "As long as you are willing, you will also have what Mingzi doesn't have. Give me a call when you have time." Telephone."
He stuffed a business card into Fu Yuan'er's hand.
Fu Yuan'er held back not to spit it out. This greasy middle-aged and elderly man really thought he was extremely charming.
Just wait for the upcoming personal affair to be exposed. The ridicule from netizens will teach you how to be a new person in minutes.
"Leave the business card here," Fu Yuan'er moved away without leaving a trace, "I'll give you a massage first."
"Boss," Fu Yuan'er started talking again, "You mean, Mingzi is not your wife."
"As long as you are happy, what's the use of those false reputations, don't you think?" Du Ming looked at Fu Yuan'er with burning eyes.
Since Fu Yuan'er admired him so much, he thought it would be good to capture her and have afternoon tea and snacks.