beauty hunter

Chapter 12 Who is playing with whom?

Not only Wen Yan, but other people also noticed the abnormality of this interview, and the discussion gradually became louder.

It only takes half a minute for others to come in and out, but Qin Pu hasn't come out for five minutes. Could it be that he has successfully applied for the job?

Five minutes later, a short-haired young woman wearing a business suit with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows walked out of the glass door, followed by Qin Pu.

33c, not bad.

Wen Yan subconsciously flashed this thought.

The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, with fair skin, beautiful face, and an oval face. There was an indescribable ability in her movements, which made people feel that she was definitely the kind of workaholic who puts efficiency first.

However, when she saw a four-eyed boy standing in front of the door looking at her face without even blinking, her beautiful eyebrows suddenly frowned. After walking out of the door, she said displeasedly: "What are you looking at?"

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"Breasts." Wen Yan said without hesitation.

It was obviously the first time that the woman met a man who dared to speak out so directly. She was stunned for several seconds before she cursed in a low voice: "You stinking scoundrel!"

Wen Yan said sternly: "I am admiring your breasts openly, where is the gangster?"

The people around him burst into laughter.

The woman's pink face suddenly turned red, her eyebrows were raised, and she looked like she was going to go crazy.

But in the panic eyes of everyone, she actually endured it and raised her voice: "Everyone, I am here to tell you that the recruitment has ended. Mr. Qin Pu has accepted our employment. Please come back. Thank you everyone for your support.

With Shang Zhuxuan’s support, more and better positions will be provided in the future, thank you.”

Her voice was crisp and penetrating, and she was obviously someone who often gave orders, carrying an authority that was irrefutable. Although everyone was disappointed, they still had no choice but to turn around and prepare to leave.

Wen Yan smiled at Qin Pu, who kept giggling: "Congratulations."

Although it was a bit regretful, he believed that if it was his turn, the position would definitely be his, but now that things were like this, he wouldn't care too much.

Good jobs are available everywhere, not just here.

Qin Pu scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Just as Wen Yan was about to turn around and leave, a soft "Hey" suddenly came from the glass door of Shang Zhuxuan, and then a soft voice said: "Wait a minute, I want to interview him!"

Wen Yan and the young woman in charge of recruitment were stunned at the same time. Looking back, the latter asked doubtfully: "Boss, don't we only need one person? This Mr. Qin is so skilled. With him..."

"Shang Zhuxuan is so big, how many people can't fit in it?" The voice interrupted the young woman in charge of recruitment.

Inside the glass door, there is a tall young girl with a gorgeous figure. She is wearing a bathrobe specially used for massage. The slightly opened hem reveals a little bit of her long legs, which is very attractive.

It's a pity that the skirt of her upper body is as flat as a river, with no undulations at all.

The applicants who had not gone far were attracted by the movement here and turned around one after another. Someone who knew him exclaimed: "It's Boss Mi from Shangzhuxuan!"

Enemies meet on a narrow road, and this woman turns out to be Michelle!

Wen Yan didn't even need to think about it, he already guessed what Michelle wanted to do, and couldn't help but adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose: it seemed that his character was lacking, and he actually applied for a job in her industry.

Michelle walked out of the glass door, looked at Wen Yan and sneered: "Don't you dare to come for an interview?"

Wen Yan had long since lost his patience with Michelle. He raised his head and smiled: "No, I'm just afraid that you will be too obsessed with my skills and won't be able to extricate yourself."

Michelle looked up to the sky and said "ha" exaggeratedly, then turned around and returned to the glass door.

The young woman in charge of recruiting outside the door knew the boss's temper, and said to Wen Yan in desperation: "Sir, please come with me."

Wen Yan sneered in his heart and followed her in.

Want to tease me? You're eight hundred years too early!

Entering Shangzhuxuan, after briefly glancing at the luxurious decoration in the hall, Wen Yan was taken into a room. Michelle had already leaned over a high-end massage bed in the room, and asked sideways: "Smoke

Sister, how many people are there in the store?"

The young woman thought for a while and said: "I started working in the afternoon. Now there are only security guards and staff working in shifts, about ten people in the store."

"Call everyone in." Michelle ordered.

The young woman agreed, turned around and went out.

As he passed by, Wen Yan glanced at the position nameplate on 'Sister Yan's' chest.

Yan Qingyan, a good name.

"You're looking at a woman's breasts again. As a man, you really don't know how to be ashamed?" Michelle on the massage bed glared at Wen Yan and said sarcastically.

"Don't worry, I won't look at you." Wen Yan said calmly, "Of course you have nothing to show me."

"You!" Michelle almost burst out of anger.

"Hers is pretty good, and there's something to be said for it." Wen Yan glanced at Yan Qingyan and added in fear that she would be angry.

Michelle scolded angrily: "Smelly hooligan!"

Wen Yan shook his head and sighed: "Cultivation, cultivation is really a big problem!"

Michelle's snow-white cheeks were already red.

Wen Yan felt so happy that he did not forget to add: "Of course compared with your figure, this problem is not a big problem."

Michelle was so angry that she couldn't reply a single word, all because the other party hit her "vital point".

"Boss, everyone is here."

Yan Qingyan walked in, cheering behind her, and a dozen men followed her, almost filling the small room.

Michelle took a deep breath, barely suppressed her emotions, and said coldly to Wen Yan: "Since it is an interview, you must follow the rules. There is only one requirement, let me feel that your massage is very comfortable."

Wen Yan was slightly startled.

When he saw all the losers going out, they all looked like they wanted to kill someone. He thought the requirements were so strict, but it was actually so simple!

Michelle sneered: "But you must first understand that there are already three national first-level certified masseurs in my Shangzhuxuan."

Of course Wen Yan understood what she meant and slowly rolled up his sleeves: "Can we start?"

"Nonsense, haven't you seen me lie down for a long time?" Michelle was fully prepared. No matter how good his massage was, she would give him a harsh sarcasm. She fell into the opponent's hands several times in a row, and even

Even verbal confrontations have failed repeatedly, and now she is extremely eager to insult him.

When it comes to fighting and cursing, she may lose, but when it comes to finding fault, she is definitely a first-class expert.

Wen Yan smiled and walked over.

Michelle called so many people in just to make him look embarrassed in front of them, and he knew this very well.

But who will make a fool of himself will soon be known.

"I told you which part you should press, and there shouldn't be any deviation. This is a necessary quality for a masseur, do you understand?" Michelle suddenly said.

Wen Yan warned: "That won't work. I refuse to press your breasts. It would be an insult to my hands."

"You!" Michelle was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Everyone else in the room almost burst into laughter, but luckily they held it back in time, even Yan Qingyan was no exception.

Everyone knows what is the biggest weakness of Michelle’s almost perfect figure, and this guy has made it clear that he wants to go against her!

"Shut up, it's my business what I want to do." Wen Yan said with a smile.

Michelle was about to speak when her shoulders were suddenly pressed gently by a pair of big hands. Just as she was about to scold her, she suddenly felt an extremely comfortable warmth coming down from where she was being held, and was speechless for a moment.

Strange, what does this feel like?

Wen Yan gently pressed her Jianjing point with his hands through the soft bathrobe, and she immediately felt refreshed.

"This beauty has slender bones and iliac bones, smooth skin, and excellent touch. If it weren't for the "flaw" on her chest, she would definitely be called a peerless beauty."

Wen Yan's fingers began to move, applying moderate pressure on the acupuncture points, and the mantra that he had recited countless times surged through his mind.

"If the meridians are unblocked, the body will be healthy, the body will be relaxed, and the body will be harmonious. The three movements of all qi, the seven turns of the unblocked meridians, and the five senses are at their best."

As his big hands continued to massage, shock waves of comfort continued to hit Michelle's nerves. She was originally ready to start picking at him, but she forgot to speak for a moment and was completely immersed in the other person's massage.

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After pushing back and forth from the shoulders to the back of the neck seven or eight times, Wen Yan suddenly realized something and asked, "Have you injured your shoulder?"

Michelle subconsciously said: "I was hit by a car when I was a child... Huh? Why should I tell... Oh!" A soft cry came out, and she couldn't say anything else.

Wen Yan deliberately applied more force, and his fingers became wider and wider, including the entire half of Michelle's right shoulder. Every rise and fall of his hand seemed to follow a certain rhythm, and everyone around him could not help but follow his fingers.

Movement to breathe.

Yan Qingyan, the most rational person, frowned slightly.

She is Michelle's assistant and has seen hundreds of masseurs, but she has never seen anyone perform massages at such a pace.

Massage is a kind of heavy physical work. Basically all masseurs will have a massage rhythm that can cushion themselves. Otherwise, a massage that lasts for more than an hour will be enough to tire out the masseur.

But Wen Yan's technique is completely different. When his hands rise and fall, their hands are in exactly the same state, and you can't tell which is loose and which is tight.

Strictly speaking, Wen Yan's hands were not "massaging" at all, but if she was asked to say what it was, she couldn't tell.

After a while, Michelle suddenly woke up from her intoxication. Without thinking about what happened to her, she started to criticize: "Take it easy, do you think you are punching? You can't even grasp the weight, you are massaging

The license is bought with money, right?”

Wen Yan was originally doing a good deed, but when she said this, his heart suddenly became angry. He removed his hands from her right shoulder, moved them down suddenly, and gently pressed them on both sides of her slender waist.

"ah!"

An extremely sad moan rose to the sky in an instant, and the sound was endless, with a continuous high and low sound.

In an instant, the men in the room became energetic and the women's faces turned red. However, regardless of whether they were men or women, their heartbeats increased and their hormone secretion doubled instantly.

Damn, this is not enjoying a massage, this is clearly the sound of...the bed!

Michelle herself was blushing from the screams, but the stimulation coming from her waist was so intense that she tried her best to suppress the feeling, but she couldn't suppress it and moaned involuntarily.

Chant it out.

What's even worse is that she has no way to ask Wen Yan to stop!

"Oh...um...no...want..."

The vague words were mixed in with the charming moans and groans, and no one could hear clearly what Michelle was saying.

Just when everyone's emotions were pulled to the extreme by this charming voice, Wen Yan suddenly let go.

The screams stopped, and Michelle lay on the massage bed and kept panting. She didn't even have the strength to speak. The stimulation just now was comparable to running a marathon, and the physical exertion was too great.

A security guard next to him blurted out: "Why...why don't you continue?"

Wen Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, calmly adjusting his pants.

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