He is the King of Hell living in this world.
In the past, many of the world's top businessmen, royal princes, and national leaders hoped that Zhang Xuan would take action, but Zhang Xuan never sold anyone's face, let alone using the most strenuous and most orthodox massage techniques to treat hidden diseases.
When Milan saw Zhang Xuan frowning, she was happy. Sure enough, this man didn't know anything about massage therapy at all. He was completely deceiving Qinghan!
"Qinghan, if your Zhang Xuan doesn't want to, forget it. I think using massage to eliminate hidden diseases is a bit incredible in itself." Milan looked discouraged.
Lin Qinghan felt cold in her heart. This girl wouldn't see anything! Oh, if this is the case, how embarrassing it would be for me! No, no!
"Husband, just massage Milan as well, the same way you massaged me." Lin Qinghan kept blinking at Zhang Xuan.
"Okay." Zhang Xuan couldn't refuse Sylvia Lin's request, or in his heart, he would not refuse this woman's request, even if it was too much, he could accept it.
Zhang Xuan walked in front of Milan and looked at this short-haired woman with heroic features, "Miss Milan, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Shoulder." Milan stretched out her hand and pointed to the back of her neck.
Zhang Xuan nodded, walked behind Milan, and pinched Milan's shoulders with both hands. The moment his hands touched Milan's shoulders, Zhang Xuan had a feeling.
Tender!
After tenderness, there is a kind of full elasticity. Although the skin is not as round and shiny as Sylvia Lin, it has a different kind of beauty.
Zhang Xuan's two thumbs slowly rubbed Milan's back.
Milan's shoulders and neck have always been a little sore because of work. She often goes to spa and is familiar with various massage techniques.
Now she felt Zhang Xuan's hands kneading her shoulders and neck. It was just like those ordinary masseurs. It was just about relieving fatigue, but it was just nonsense to say that he could cure hidden diseases.
Milan organized her words in her mind. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a warmth coming from her shoulders and neck. It was like a warm current flowing through her shoulder and neck meridians. The original soreness and fatigue disappeared at this moment.
Before, because of her job, Milan felt like a mountain was pressing on her shoulders and neck every day. At this moment, it was as if someone had moved the mountain away from her shoulders and neck. That feeling was indescribably comfortable.
Milan swallowed the words that were on her lips because of this feeling. He could actually stimulate the acupuncture points through massage to relieve the body's hidden diseases! If this technique is put into traditional Chinese medicine, it would be quite advanced!
Lin Qinghan looked at the comfortable expression on Milan's face and breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Zhang Xuan is really capable, although his massage is not up to par.
When Lin Qinghan came up with this idea, she didn't know that the massage she thought of was the top physical therapy in traditional Chinese medicine!
Milan's mood at the moment can be described as mixed. What makes her happy is that her hidden illness has indeed been alleviated, and the whole person, from waist and back to shoulders and neck, is much more comfortable. What worries her is that this Zhang Xuan is really capable, and it may not be an easy task to expose him.
Milan's eyes rolled around, and a wonderful idea appeared in her mind.
She couldn't help but think proudly in her heart that a liar might have studied certain fields, but he couldn't be too proficient in the things in these fields. Just this top physical therapy of treating hidden diseases through massage was enough for him to spend time studying. He had been in the country of Fa, and he could deceive the royal princess. It was not surprising that he knew Western etiquette and Fa meals, but what about painting? Did he really understand painting? Or, did he have the ability to paint? I just need to find a top painting expert to expose his true face!
Thinking of this, Milan smiled again.
"Qinghan, your Zhang Xuan's massage technique is really great! By the way, you haven't told me how you two met, is it just because of a painting?"
"You gossips!" Lin Qinghan rolled her eyes at Milan. She had thought about how to tell Milan how she met Zhang Xuan, but now that Zhang Xuan was here, she was really ashamed to say those words.
"Tell me." Milan looked like a curious baby.
"Let him tell you. I'm going to bed." Sylvia Lin directly threw the blame to Henry Zhang, and she went upstairs in her slippers. Humph, let Henry Zhang make up some sweet words. I'll just ask him tomorrow.
Milan looked at Sylvia Lin's back as she left, said she was bored, and then stretched her waist vigorously. She was wearing a close-fitting shirt, and the mountains in front of her looked particularly magnificent. When she stretched her waist, she showed the mountains perfectly.
Henry Zhang stood behind Milan, pinching Milan's shoulders, and his eyes just happened to be able to see the magnificent scenery in front through the collar.
Milan stretched out her slender jade hand, fanned her collar, and muttered, "It's so hot."
As soon as she finished speaking, Milan put her hand on her collar, and gently picked up the first button below the collar with her fingers. Almost without much force, the button was broken open by her proud figure, revealing a piece of snow-white.
Milan's mouth corners slightly raised, thinking, you pervert, stand behind and let me watch you carefully.
Milan did all this, as if nothing had happened. She touched the phone next to her and secretly opened the front camera, wanting to take a picture of Zhang Xuan staring at her, but she found that Zhang Xuan didn't look at her at all, no! He didn't pay attention to her at all. He was wearing headphones and listening to music with his eyes closed!
A nameless fire burned in Milan's heart, bastard! Don't I have any attraction to you, a pervert!
"No more, no more!" Milan twisted her shoulders twice, said angrily, and walked upstairs in slippers.
Zhang Xuan took off his headphones, wondering where this woman got so angry. After looking at her twice, Zhang Xuan ignored her and sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and listened to the piano music that Yev had just composed and sent to him, muttering: "There are still problems when playing D flat and C sharp, and there are some unnecessary showmanship, adding a lot of ornaments. Although this can give people a shocking effect in the early stage of the music, it will make the later part of the music seem too bland, hey."