"Cancel first." Cheng Zitong replied without thinking.

Yu Lingfei was stunned for a moment, but said nothing, only agreed with the word "good".

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but her heart moved. Was he talking about business because he wanted to take her to take pictures of Du Ming?

At this time, she also received a message on her phone. Yu Hui sent over the address of a club and told her plainly that Du Ming and Ming Zimo were dating at this address.

Yu Hui shouldn't lie to her. Didn't Yu Lingfei also say before? Yu Hui introduced Ming Zimo to Du Ming.

Fu Yuan'er wanted to understand Du Ming's routine, and an intermediary took him and Ming Zimo to the date.

In this way, ordinary people can't imagine that they have a cross-border relationship.

Du Ming has been able to maintain the perfect personality for so many years, how can he do it without a bit of an extraordinary way!

At this moment, Fu Yuan'er could get out of the car and look for it alone at the address given by Yu Hui.

But thinking that Cheng Zitong had given up on business, she couldn't bear to get off the bus halfway...

Sure enough, the destination Cheng Zi took her to was exactly the same as the one sent to her by Yu Hui.

But this is a club rebuilt from an old house. There are so many bread boxes in it. It is the most important thing to find Du Ming's box.

"How are you going to shoot?" Cheng Zi asked the same before getting off the car.

Fu Yuan'er already had an idea, "Of course it's better to be able to take a photo of two people who are close to each other. If you can't take a photo of someone close to you, it's okay for two people to travel together."

Cheng Zitong looked her up and down, his eyes had already penetrated her, "Fu Yuan'er, I find you more and more hypocritical?"

In the past, Fu Yuan'er would only ask that she must take photos of the two close friends.

Fu Yuan'er burst into flames, but she calmed down and shrugged indifferently: "I have changed."

She didn't want to be very positive in front of him, as if she was striving for something, but in the eyes of him and others, it was just a joke.

"Which room are they in?" She turned the subject quickly.

Cheng Zi agreed to give her a long look before raising his eyes and looking forward, "1902, the presidential suite."

Fu Yuan'er thought for a while, there seemed to be no better way other than entering the room as a waiter.

At this time, two masseurs in uniform walked in together.

Fu Yuan'er's eyes followed the two.

"I don't know yet, so you can massage." Cheng Zitong did not hide the sneer in his tone.

Fu Yuan'er hummed, he didn't know much about her.

She lifted a step and walked in.

"Hello, madam," the security at the door stopped her, "Do you have a reservation?"

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but curl her lips, as if overnight, all public places in City A needed to be verified.

"She was with me." Cheng Zitong raised his hand and swiped his card, showing that he was a VIP exempt customer.

Fu Yuan'er followed him into the club, now is not the time to be polite.

"What's the next step?" he asked.

"Thank you for bringing me in, you can go ahead as busy as you are." After speaking, Fu Yuaner ran away.

She followed the two masseurs to the club massage department, which is where the masseurs rest. When the front desk calls, they will take turns to serve in the guest rooms in need.

She waited outside for a while, and the masseur was called away from time to time, but gradually she realized a problem. Du Ming would not call a masseur today.

You Ming Zimo accompanied, what does he want a masseur for!

No, she has to make him need a masseur!

She thought of Yu Hui, and she had a chance

Move, call Yu Hui immediately.

However, as soon as he dialed his number, the cell phone in his hand was snatched from him.

She turned around and saw that Cheng Zi was behind her.

"Return the phone to me." She said anxiously.

Cheng Zitong didn't panic, "Don't you just want to enter Du Ming's room as a masseur?"

He walked three or five meters away, made a phone call, and told her when he came back: "Go, Du Ming and Ming Zimo are both in the room."

Fu Yuaner:...

"How did you do it?" She couldn't help being curious.

"Secret."

"Cough...cough cough..." She almost choked on her saliva.

She changed into the clothes of a masseuse, put on a mask, and walked to Room 1902 with massage aids.

This is a large house with five inputs and five outputs. The more expensive the room, the more you go in, but the more you go in, the more nervous Fu Yuaner feels.

Maybe it’s because of entering the deep courtyard, the environment is getting quieter and quieter, and what she will do is to take secret pictures, so her nervousness is actually a guilty conscience...

She couldn't help but looked back, but saw a familiar figure standing at the arch not far away.

It's Cheng Zitong.

She couldn't help but paused, and saw him folded his arms and looked at her mockingly with his lips.

As if waiting to see her joke.

Even if he was going to watch her jokes, he always walked here with him... Fu Yuan'er felt warmth in her heart, and when she turned to move forward, she was less nervous.

"Ding Dong." She rang the doorbell of 1902.

"Please come in." It was a female voice who answered her, which was Ming Zimo'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 of them wearing only bathrobes.

Especially Ming Zimo, whose hair and bathrobes are all scattered, with a residual crimson face.

Fu Yuan'er immediately understood that she had entered a "battlefield". Not long after the "battle" had just ended, the smell of gunpowder was still too serious.

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help blushing, but fortunately she was wearing a mask.

"You give him a massage." Mingzi got up lazily, sliding down the bathrobe, revealing most of the spring.

Du Ming got it started, in front of the "masseur"... In his eyes, the masseurs here are very relieved that they won't talk nonsense.

He must not know that the masseur in front of him has already photographed all of these.

Ming Zimo pushed away his hand and walked into the bathroom with a smile.

"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 can leave now with excuse.

Cheng Zi had told her before coming in, and he would withdraw as soon as the photo was taken. He had arranged for another masseur to come in and make up at any time.

But even though the photo was taken, she still wanted to stay a little longer and dig more material.

Massage, she has learned some acupoint massage to help grandpa massage.

As for the closeness of the skin, she had already prepared a pair of gloves.

"Wear gloves?" Du Ming glanced at it, frowning unhappy.

"Boss, we have recently developed a new massage method that is more comfortable, but direct contact with your fingers can easily scratch your skin, so we need to wear gloves." Fu Yuaner does not need to write drafts when lying.

Du Ming was skeptical, but did not object.

Akiko is still in the bathroom, so he can't blatantly ask the masseur to touch his skin.

"Your voice is a bit familiar

," Du Ming thought suddenly, "Have I met you somewhere? "

Saying that Du Ming wanted to raise his head, Fu Yuan'er looked at the opportunity to press his cheek and massage the acupuncture points behind his ears.

Du Ming was obediently pressed, unable to move.

"Of course you will hear my voice," she replied while massaging, "I have been here for five years, and there are many regular customers."

Du Ming was taken aback, and then raised his head to look at her, but Fu Yuan'er turned his head, changed one side to press on his cheek, and continued to massage the acupuncture point behind the other ear.

Du Ming was forced to curl his mouth and say, "The masseurs here change every year. Did you make a mistake?"

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, thinking that these people were really ruthless in order to keep their secrets, and asked the masseurs to change jobs frequently.

"I'm not wrong. I mean I have been a masseur for five years. Many people in City A who like massage know me."

Then he said: "Does the boss not massage often? What do you think of my massage technique?"

Du Ming felt it, not to mention that he was indeed more sophisticated than the previous masseurs, which made him very comfortable.

"The person that Mr. Cheng recommended to me is indeed correct," Du Ming muttered, and he smiled, "It seems that his kid also does not fool around on these occasions."

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood that the call that Cheng Zitong had 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. "The men who come to these occasions rarely bring their wives, but the boss, you take your wives to enjoy."

Du Ming smiled: "How do you think that is my wife?"

"Such a beautiful woman, only the boss deserves it." Fu Yuan'er said very sincerely.

Du Ming was amused and laughed.

Fu Yuaner immediately stepped up: "Boss, your wife looks familiar, she looks like a big star named Ming Zimo. The boss is very lucky."

Du Ming was upset, "I'm blessed to be like Mingzimo? I tell you, she is Mingzimo, so she can be replaced by a fake."

Fu Yuaner pretended to be shocked: "Really! It turns out that Ming Zimo is already married!"

She sighed, "Many male fans are going to be sad now."

"What's so sad about them," Du Ming hummed softly, "Even if I don't want it, it's not their turn to take care of Luthor."

"Girl, uncle teaches you," Du Mingyu said earnestly: "Looking for a boyfriend must not find Luther who is not motivated by himself and blames others for working too hard. You will never be successful in your life."

"Teached", Fu Yuan'er nodded humbly: "Sister Mingzimo is lucky enough to marry such a good man as the boss."

At this moment, Fu Yuan'er was rubbing his shoulders. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Fu Yuan'er's hand. He smiled and said in a low voice, "As long as you are willing, Mingzi will do the same. Phone."

He stuffed a business card into Fu Yuan'er's hand.

Fu Yuan'er tried her best and didn't spit it out. This greasy middle-aged and old man really thought she was full of charm.

Waiting for the upcoming personal affair to be exposed, and the group of netizens will teach you how to be a new person in minutes.

"Keep your business card," Fu Yuaner staggered without a trace, "I'll give you a massage first."

"Boss," Fu Yuaner started talking again, "You mean, Mingzi is not your wife."

"As long as you are happy and happy, what's the use of asking for false names, don't you think?" Du Ming looked at Fu Yuan'er with scorching eyes.

Since Fu Yuan'er admired herself so much, he thought it would be good to take her down and have an afternoon tea snack.