Just now, He Naibin was pressed by the "weak woman" No. 45 and was about to feel pain, and he was about to urinate.

Now that he is pretending to be weak, who are you lying to?

"Go! Go!"

He Naibin gave her a blank look and urged her to go over quickly.

Technician No. 45 was squeaming his mouth, but his movements were not slow, so he quickly exchanged positions with Technician No. 63.

She rubbed her hands quickly and pressed Lin Fang's kidney reflex area.

"Quickly...huh?"

Lin Fang was frightened by the movements of technician No. 45. He was ready to be very painful, but unexpectedly, he only had a gentle breeze and drizzle.

The technique of No. 45 seems to be lighter and softer.

It doesn't hurt!

Lin Fang simply lie more comfortably and enjoys the fun of foot massage.

On the other hand, He Naibin, who originally thought that technician No. 63 was too light and he felt better when he helped him press.

He was pressed like a crucian carp that had been fishing out of water, and he kept thrusting.

"It hurts! Be gentle! Be gentle! I'm going to breathe! I'm going to die! I'm going to die..."

Is it so painful?

The technician No. 63 looked puzzled, looked at He Naibin, then looked at Lin Fang, and was puzzled.

"Why are you so hard to help yourself?"

angry!

I just couldn't help but press!

I'm a weak man, okay?

He Naibin gave technician No. 63 a blank look and didn't want to speak at all.

Looking at Lin Fang and then looking at himself, He Naibin always feels something is wrong.

He thought that when he had time, he would definitely ask Lin Fang for advice and see if he had any secret recipes, secrets, etc.

They are all men, so there is no such a big difference!

One clock later, the two technicians stood up.

"Okay, two gentlemen. If you think we press well, please remember our license plate."

"Go, go."

He Naibin waved his hand and sent the plague god to the point where the two women left quickly.

They all look small, about 1.5 meters tall, but their hands are bigger than the other, which can kill people!

In theory, I have already done a foot massage, so I should go to a spa next.

He Naibin stopped Lin Fang and came to him and said, "Brother Fang, help me! Please! As long as you help me get my sister, I will agree to you any conditions you ask!"

When the car was parked, Meng Zuer's phone call was like a death talisman, completely dispelling He Naibin's last fantasy that he had dragged to nothing.

It is impossible to drag it over!

Originally, when I asked Lin Fang for help, it was just an insurance function.

Now, all the hope of life has fallen on Lin Fang.

Even if it is the alliance under the city or the treaty of shame, He Naibin plans to agree to it.

"Any conditions are OK?"

"Any conditions are OK!"

Then take me to be a god!

This sentence almost blurted out. Fortunately, Lin Fang was not tempted to get lost, and remembered that he had an ex-girlfriend who was a policeman.

Unlucky!

Thinking of the police ex-girlfriend, Lin Fang's excitement was directly extinguished by a basin of cold water.

What kind of god, what kind of bad things?

Lin Fang glanced at He Naibin with contempt and said, "I asked you to abstinence for a month, can you agree?"

"No... Is it necessary to let Brother Bring so ruthless?"

What kind of hatred and what kind of injustice?

We are the same dormitory, brothers sleeping opposite us!

He Naibin looked at Lin Fang with a resentful look and said, "Brother Fang, I am an animal protectionist. It's too long for a month? Is it OK for a week?"

“Two months.”

Who are you with?

I just can’t stand you being a god, and I want to negotiate with me!

"No! No! One month is just one month!"

He Naibin had a bitter face and agreed with a tough bullet.

Lin Fang raised his lips slightly and nodded, "Remember, start today."

"Ah? Today! Don't..."

"Then forget it."

"No! No! Don't forget it! Today, start today!"

He Naibin thought that he had agreed to Luo Zhanglang to be a god, and he even mentioned it several times.

Now that the vote is out, with Luo Zhanglang's personality, I'm afraid it will be the next month...

Headache!

Want to cry!

Should I secretly take Luo Zhanglang to go there, and I won’t tell Lin Fang…

"Remember your promise, you break the contract, I will be invalid."

Lin Fang seemed to have seen through He Naibin's little thoughts, and he clicked him intentionally or unintentionally.

He Naibin, who still wanted to be a god, suddenly became a pure person, a noble person, and a person who was separated from low-level interests.

"What did you say? Let me go! Am I that kind of person?"

He Naibin patted his chest and said, "I, He Naibin, say nothing, spitting on one's own nail, never break my promise!"

"I hope."

Lin Fang looked at He Naibin with a smile, and did not mention that He Naibin had agreed to take Luo Zhanglang to be a god.

At both ends of the scale, I see how you break your promise!

After He Naibin said bold words, his face turned into a bitter melon color.

After solving one problem, another problem was stuck.

At most, it is the difference between big and small problems.

Why is it so difficult for me, He Naibin?

Tired!

Want to cry!

After successfully asking Lin Fang, He Naibin stopped staying in the small private room for foot massage.

He led Lin Fang and Li Jianfeng and Luo Zhanglang, who had just walked out of the room, had a painful face, came to the private room where the spa was built.

Along the way, He Naibin felt so comfortable when he saw Li Jianfeng and Luo Zhanglang's two slight hands and feet, and he looked awkward.

It seems that I am not the only one with kidney deficiency!

I just said, everyone is all men, how could it be so different...

He Naibin's happiness was only experienced by Li Jianfeng and Luo Zhanglang for a short time.

As soon as his eyes fell on Lin Fang, he suddenly became unhappy.

Lin Fang pressed him for a longer time than him and endured heavier strength. Now, he didn't say anything, but his face was radiant, as if he had activated a certain hormone in his body, which made people jealous.

Forget it, he is not a man!

The kind without waist!

So it doesn't hurt to press!

Thinking of this, He Naibin felt much more comfortable.

The spa is a large private room, with four people lying in a row.

When massaging the foot soles, He Naibin made up his mind and couldn't scream no matter what he said this time.

The moisturizing massage essential oil is poured on the back and the warm little hands pressed on it, which makes people feel enchanted, but He Naibin is very adaptable.

It would be fine for He Naibin himself to find that Luo Zhanglang next to him had barely remained calm.

He couldn't help but look at Luo Zhanglang, then looked at Li Jianfeng, who was blushing on the other side and couldn't help adjusting his posture, and said in surprise: "Okay, Xiaoqiang, I can't tell that you are so calmer than Jianfeng! Are you old driver?"

"Not worth mentioning!"

Luo Zhanglang raised his eyebrows and looked back at the technician who pushed him back. This uniform...
Chapter completed!