Qin Shi is so sexy!
Qin Shi, who changed into a technician's uniform, entered the room. Even Zhang Di, who had extraordinary self-control, was somewhat amazed.
The pink cheongsam skirt barely covered her hips, and a vertical shadow could be clearly seen on the cheongsam button at the collar.
Qin Shi's expression was unpredictable, her fists were clenched, and her face was flushed.
She looked particularly attractive.
Zhang Di's ears kept ringing with reminders of gaining emotional points.
Zhang Di retracted his gaze, lay down on the electric sofa, and said comfortably: "It's so damn comfortable, why are you still standing there? Go get some water!"
Qin Shi was also a little confused, frowned and said: "What are you doing?"
Zhang Di said unhappily: "If you don't get some water, how can you wash my feet?"
Qin Shi couldn't catch her breath, and raised her voice: "What? You actually asked me to wash your feet?"
Zhang Di said innocently: "Yes, I not only let you wash my feet, I also want you to give me a foot massage."
"You don't need to be grateful for my sleepless grace, you just need to wash my feet and give me a foot massage, why are you still standing there? Go get some water?"
Qin Shi was petrified, with the corners of her mouth twitching.
Trump was changing his face like Trump.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 250 points of negative emotion value."
Good guy, Qin Shi broke the record directly.
Zhang Di thought, she should be mentally collapsed now, right?
Qin Shi stared at Zhang Di with a deathly gaze, and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "You came here... just to let me give you a foot massage?"
Zhang Di smiled: "What? You're still not happy? If you're not happy, then go to a bath center. I don't mind the crackling after the bath."
Qin Shi was about to collapse.
Zhang Di rolled his eyes: "I didn't ask you to lie down, nor did I ask you to sit up, nor did I ask you to kneel with your back to me, so you're just praying for the godsend."
"You're still not happy with a foot massage? The bet is that you give me a foot massage for an hour, and then you do whatever you want."
Qin Shi thought about it carefully, and it seemed that the situation was much better than the bad situation she had imagined, and suddenly her mood became much better.
But even though she was in a much better mood, it was still very bad.
At the same time, she felt a little disappointed.
I've come to this kind of place with you, and you're not interested?
Just let me give you a foot massage?
I'm a young entrepreneur, a female boss, a female president, a beautiful chairman, and you not only don't love me, but you let me give you a foot massage?
You deserve to be single for the rest of your life.
You are such a straight man.
Qin Bing, who was so angry that he could not bear it, went out to get some water, and the door closed loudly.
Not long after, Qin Shi came into the room with a large basin of hot water, wearing high heels, creaking and creaking.
A female master followed behind her, and she handed Qin Bing disposable foot cloths and towels, a mud rubbing tool and special soap for washing feet.
Zhang Di raised his leg and laughed: "Come on, take off your shoes!"
Qin Shi helped Zhang Di take off his shoes with shaking hands, and then she smelled a faint sour smell, and she couldn't help but retching...
She glared at Zhang Di fiercely: "Your feet, did you sneak back from Hong Kong?"
"How many days have you not washed your feet? It's so stinky that I can't even open my eyes!"
Zhang Di laughed heartlessly. Indeed, he hadn't washed his feet for three days, mainly because he was too busy and had no time.
Before he got the system, he soaked his feet once a day, and there was no smell at all.
I have to say that Qin Shi is a very attentive woman. She held Zhang Di's stinky feet with her jade-like hands and washed them carefully.
Seeing that Zhang Di's toenails were so long, Qin Shi couldn't bear to see them and borrowed nail clippers from the front desk to cut them one by one.
Qin Shi was serious and didn't realize that Zhang Di had recorded at least ten small videos with his mobile phone and saved them in his mobile phone.
In the future, when he is in a bad mood or when Qin Shi deliberately finds fault, he can take them out and watch them, or send them to her.
Qin Shi turned back and watched the tutorial on TV seriously, while turning back to help Zhang Di massage his feet seriously.
Her ten fingers were soft and boneless.
Comfortable.
Zhang Di almost fell asleep after being massaged.
An hour passed quickly, and Zhang Di reminded: "It's almost time, go buy me a new pair of socks to change into." Qin Shi seemed to be immersed in it, and looked up blankly in surprise: "It's time so soon?" Zhang Di said unhappily: "What, haven't you pinched enough? If you haven't pinched enough, I'll come to you next time. From now on, you are my No. 1 technician." Qin Shi glared at Zhang Di fiercely: "Who is your No. 1 technician?" But she still went out to buy Zhang Di a pair of new socks to help him put them on. Zhang Di nodded with satisfaction: "Although the technique is very unfamiliar, it's still okay overall. If I can give a score, I'll give you 250 points." Qin Shi staggered, pointed at the door and shouted: "Get out, don't delay me from changing clothes." Zhang Di smiled while putting on his shoes: "Don't be so angry, I could have been more excessive to you, but I didn't." "Do you know what this shows?" Qin Shi shook her head blankly. Zhang Di smiled frivolously and said, "It means I'm not interested in you."
After that, Zhang Di got up and left the foot massage shop, riding on Xiaobai and running away.
As for Qin Shi, do whatever she wants!
Sooner or later, she will automatically run to her bed, and after finishing the business, she will ask herself: Are you really not interested in me?
Qin Shi stayed where she was, staring blankly at the empty private room, and Zhang Di's words kept flashing back in her mind; I'm not interested in you!
I'm ugly?
To be honest, this sentence really hurt Qin Shi.
After a long time, when Qin Shi changed her clothes and went out, Zhang Di was gone. She hurried to the front desk and asked, only to find out that Zhang Di had left.
Qin Shi stood at the door of the foot massage shop, feeling lost.
I always feel bad.
He could have ruined himself but didn't, and he could have gotten to know me better, but this guy just ran out.
What on earth is this bald guy thinking?
What kind of person is he?
Is he really not interested in me?
Qin Shi was full of doubts and curiosity about Zhang Di.
Then he picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello, is he dead? If not, come and pick me up immediately."
After a while, the car came and Qin Shi got in the car in a daze.
The bodyguard shrank his neck to reduce his presence.
The driver was more competent: "Boss, are you okay?"
Qin Shi rubbed his throbbing temples and gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, he just asked me to treat him to a foot massage."
The driver breathed a sigh of relief and smiled indifferently: "It's good that you are okay. The bald guy just asked the boss to treat him to a foot massage, which doesn't sound so bad."
Qin Shi's lips trembled, and finally said only one sentence: "I'm upset, find a quiet place to walk around."
It wasn't long before they arrived at Longhu Lake.
"Boss, it's quiet here."
Qin Shi came to Longhu Plaza silently, sat on a bench and looked at the sparkling pool, sad; he is not interested in me?
Am I really ugly?
"Little girl, it's so late, why are you here alone?"
Suddenly, a kind voice came to her ears. Qin Shi turned her head and saw an elderly grandmother walking towards her with a kind face.
Qin Shi saw the old woman's eyes, the pupils were silver, and the moment she met her pupils, Qin Shi was briefly absent-minded.
But she quickly reacted, picked up the bag beside her, and ran back to the car with lingering fear, looking back as she ran.
The old woman still looked at her kindly, until she saw Qin Shi get in the car and leave, the old woman walked towards the lake.
It was just that Qin Shi seemed to have a faint silk thread floating on her body, which looked very much like the ghost silk of the spirit contract that had appeared on Zhang Di's fingers.