Chapter 746 Model Body Mark

"McKay...s...what?" The manager in his thirties looked confused and his head was full of dew.

Are these two migrant workers wearing camouflage uniforms and the muddy water on their bodies still speaking their native dialect?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already in a semi-sleeping state, but when they heard the manager talking nonsense, they almost instinctively babbled out such a sentence at the same time.

Hearing that Su Yun was also talking, Zheng Ren immediately shut up and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort brought by the 44° water temperature.

"Here, I'm just too tired to talk to you, but you shouldn't be talking nonsense like that." Su Yun turned his head at an angle and said with eyes closed.

"Nonsense? Feel your waist yourself. There are really two dimples. The kidney deficiency is already serious, and the meridians need to be adjusted." The manager's expression was a little awkward, but he still tried to explain.

"That's the waist pit. In terms of local anatomy, it's also called McKessling." Su Yun closed his eyes, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's the two sunken pits on the back of the waist, and it's the buttocks." The top of the sacrum and the two sides of the joint of the lumbar spine. It is also called the dimple and holy nest of Venus, and it is one of the signs of the model's body surface."

"..." The manager's face was full of two big words of bewilderment.

"If you want to sell cards, I don't care." Su Yun said: "But there must be something that can be obtained. For example, the acupuncture points of the massage are more accurate and the strength is stronger. Subjectively, I am not fooled. It is very difficult for me. Yes, normal power is like touching on me."

"..."

"There is nothing, you asked me to apply for a card? Why? Just because of kidney deficiency?" The smile on the corner of Su Yun's mouth became a bit thicker, "Please, you have to be professional to deceive people. As far as you are concerned, it is outdated , you must know how to keep pace with the times, or else..."

As he spoke, a slight snore sounded.

This guy is already asleep.

The manager's face was flushed red, unable to say a word, he turned around and left.

The technician who gave Su Yun a massage was not very old. Looking at Su Yun, his face was already red. But her red and the manager's red are two different concepts, the kind that is a bit shy.

"Brother, there are several kinds of essential oils..." The technician still had a semblance of reason and was still selling.

"He's asleep. You can use the normal free service." Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.

really...

The little technician was a little unhappy, but when he saw Su Yun, he was killed directly by the side face killer, and then he was resurrected, and he was killed again. A few seconds later, she looked at Su Yun in a daze, thinking that it would be okay to earn less money.

"Use some force, don't use your hands, use your elbow joints." Su Yun said in a daze.

Zheng Ren smiled and soon fell asleep.

An hour passed just like that, and when Zheng Ren was woken up, Su Yun had already put on his clothes, breathed out, and said, "Boss, would you like something to eat?"

"Are you hungry?" Zheng Ren didn't have much interest in eating. He just drank porridge, and he didn't even want to eat it.

"Boss, can you have some normal human instincts?" Su Yun said, "It's no wonder that you can feel full just by drinking porridge. I'm hungry again now."

"I saw a barbecue stand on the side of the road. I walked back in a while and asked for ten skewers when I passed by."

"Ten, where are you feeding the rabbit?"

"Rabbits don't eat cooked meat."

During the serious nonsense between the two, Su Yun went to the front desk to scan the QR code, check out and leave.

After several welcome guests in the front hall watched the two leave, they gathered together and chatted.

"That young man looks really good-looking."

"He knows a lot. Manager Fan went in and was kicked out."

"It just doesn't look like he's very rich."

"What do you know, rich people drive good cars? They all wear famous brands? You don't understand the temper of some rich people."

...

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were wandering on their way home. The neon lights were flickering, the lights were brilliant, and there was singing and dancing.

The momentary behavior and perception dislocation made Zheng Ren a little dazed.

He tried to open his eyes and looked at the road. If he hadn't suffered too much injury on the front line and accidentally broke his leg while walking back to the imperial capital, Director Kong would award himself a third-class merit, and he would probably be laughed at for the rest of his life.

Staggering past a barbecue stand, Zheng Ren asked, "Hey, what skewers do you eat?"

"For mutton, don't put cumin, and put less chili." Su Yun said.

The business of the barbecue stand is very hot, and the small tables are full of people, and there are people waiting in line.

Zheng Ren felt tired looking at it, and it would take at least ten or twenty minutes for the string to finish.

At this moment, he just wanted to go home and fall asleep on the bed.

"Sir, your sausage is ready!" The owner of the barbecue shouted loudly.

A man squatting on the side of the road smoking stood up, walked to the barbecue stall, took a cigarette, and took the sausage.

When he turned around, his eyes met Zheng Ren's.

"You are... Mr. Zheng?" The man was a little surprised and didn't dare to admit it.

According to the manager of the massage shop, he was wearing a camouflage uniform and the muddy water was still wet, so it looked like he had come down from the construction site.

No matter how ordinary the clothes are, this person can be recognized without hesitation, with a warm and distant smile on his face.

But such a suit... Song Ying really didn't dare to admit it.

"Uh..." Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment, looking at the middle-aged man opposite him with some doubts.

Not somewhat, but quite puzzled.

who is this Do you know him yourself? Call yourself Mr. Zheng, from Haicheng?

Thoughts flashed, and Zheng Ren saw the grilled sausage in his hand in just a split second.

Dongsishitiao, Tang and Song restaurants, Song Ying, parathyroid dysfunction.

A few key words instantly appeared in Zheng Ren's mind.

Duck walking, limp, he looks good, this is, why is he still eating sausage?

"Hello, Manager Song." Zheng Ren tried his best to squeeze out a smile, exhausted all his strength, and stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Zheng, I thought your nobleman was too forgetful and didn't remember me." Song Ying smiled heartily, stretched out his hand, and shook Zheng Ren's hand enthusiastically but reservedly.

Su Yun was a little surprised, how did this guy with advanced facial blindness recognize people?

Could it be that his seven orifices were opened after going to the front line?

"Surgery done?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I did. I took some medicine after the operation. As you said, it will be fine soon." Song Ying said.

"Grilled sausage, can it still bring you good luck?" Zheng Ren didn't say that people should eat less grilled sausage as much as possible, but instead talked about luck.

"It's the same as before." Song Ying smiled slightly and said, "But haven't I been used to it for so many years? I eat much less frequently and in quantity now. I also asked the relevant doctors, and they said that it is better to eat less or not. There will be no problem."

Zheng Ren thought so too, Song Ying didn't have any disease diagnosis in the system panel.

It looks perfectly fine.

"Mr. Zheng, what are you..." Song Ying asked suspiciously seeing Zheng Ren wearing such a suit, and the assistants beside him were the same.