"Yuanjiang... where are you going?" Seeing him putting on his clothes and shoes at the door, I leaned in my chair and asked.
Chu Yuanjiang sat on the bench at the door, with a cane in his right hand: "Party, don't wait for me for dinner."
The sunlight came in and was dappled by the shadows of the trees outside the window, casting chaotic light and shadow on the oak floor.
I walked over and leaned against the door to look at him, and said with a smile, "Why are you running around with bad legs?"
"I can't rest."
I was stunned, took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but he covered my fire with one hand.
"Don't smoke." He said, "The clothes I just changed."
I looked at his neat attire and said, "Sure, you're quite stylish."
Chu Yuanjiang bent down and wiped his shoes again, and said with a smile, "It's fine if you can make money."
I took the shoe-shine cloth from him: "We are not short of money now."
He glanced at me: "You must have lost a lot in futures last time."
I scratched my head: "It's just a loss, see what you keep talking about."
Chu Yuanjiang stood up with his cane, walked to the window step by step, and looked at the garden outside the house.
"The flowers you raised are all blooming." I walked behind him and said softly.
"Junzi..." Chu Yuanjiang turned around: "It doesn't matter if we want to have a relationship now. If we want power, we don't have power. It's not easy to make some money."
I was stunned, and half-jokingly said: "Anyway, I used to be Master Chu, so I can't do anything like this."
"What's the identity now. Besides, I'm just helping people to connect. Some people have projects to attract investment, and some people have money to find projects. It's just a bridge to collect agency fees."
"What kind of agency fee, isn't it just pimping? The top few winners in the last beauty pageant were all pulled over to serve others. Those who accompany the wine accompany the wine, and those who accompany the sleeping accompany sleep."
He looked at me funny: "Why, you can't understand it?"
"No matter how extreme this matter is, it's not a serious job."
"We are starting a business, do you still think you are a master?" Chu Yuanjiang reached out and patted my shoulder lightly.
"I just think it's unreliable. The rich people's club, spending casually to cover the monthly living expenses of ordinary people. You said that since you started this business, you have bought a good car, rented a villa, and hired a servant. people… "
"How do you open a party without a house? Let's talk about that Lamborghini..."
I waved my hand: "Stop..."
Chu Yuanjiang changed the subject: "By the way, the last time He Shao came to see you, everyone thought you were his agent."
"Don't promote me blindly, what kind of agent." I frowned.
"I didn't say that. People ask how you can be sure about futures. If I say you have a source of information, they will understand it by themselves."
"That's my unique vision, boldness and carefulness."
Chu Yuanjiang looked at me with a smile: "Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'm really leaving."
As he said that, he stood up with his crutches.
"Come back soon! Bring me more food."
Chu Yuanjiang beckoned, the sunlight that leaked in from outside the gate cast a white patch on his bald head, which was instantly dazzling.
He said he wanted to "start all over again" and resolutely shaved his head two years ago. When I have saved enough principal here, he has also saved enough strength.
Lord Xiong brought him into the "high society", and he has been mixed in various Chinese "circles" since then, and he actually took his first business deal half a year ago.
Now he said outside: "I have a friend who is... doing... and has assets..."
Lamborghini turned out of the garden and hit the road in no time.
I closed the door, turned and went back inside.
Actually... he just needs to do something now.
Even if we are now taking advantage of others, even in the eyes of a real nobleman, he and I are just dependents...
I never mentioned the past, and neither did he. Anyway, this hurdle is over.
He came back in the evening and brought me takeaway. I ate with relish, and he took off his coat: "I'll take a shower first, and wait for you on the bed later."
I gobbled it up and said, "Success."
After eating and washing my hands, I went into his room with medicinal wine.
He had already laid himself naked on the bed, except for a towel covering his buttocks.
I sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out my hand and slowly stroked his back: "Where does it hurt today?"
He sighed: "Below the waist, the left leg is a little numb."
I put medicinal wine in a small jar on the bedside table and heated it with an alcohol lamp. After a while, the room was filled with the aroma of wine. Carefully pour the boiled medicinal wine on the palm of my hand, and press it on Chu Yuanjiang's bare spine—from the cervical spine, to the back, to the tailbone, every bone is red and hot under my palm .
"Hiss..." he snorted.
He has been exercising a lot recently, and he has regained the atrophied muscles, but after all, he is not as sharp as before.
I felt sorry for him, and I didn't lose my strength: "Hold on..."
Skillfully pressing the skin of his buttocks and thighs, the medicinal wine penetrated through the heat of the palm.
"Easy...junzi..." he said hoarsely.
Stretching the knuckles in the groove of his back with the elbow, the whole body under the palm was tense.
"It's only when it hurts."
Follow his thighs, groping for the meridians in his legs. Drip the medicinal wine on it, gently knead it and press it slowly, and the force gradually becomes lighter.
He let out a long moan-like sigh.
"Are you comfortable?" I reached out and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
"It's very comfortable... You are good at this technique..." He smiled.
"It's not all caused by you."
Chu Yuanjiang lay on his stomach with his head on his side, and waited for me to take care of his toes bit by bit before turning him over completely.
My back was covered in sweat, I climbed onto the bed, knelt down in front of him, put his legs on my shoulders, and slowly pressed towards his chest.
"I can't do it..." Chu Yuanjiang still closed his eyes, his face twisted a bit.
I continued to press down: "Hold on... You see, it's much lower than last week."
The posture was maintained for a while, and I didn't get up until he couldn't take it anymore and gasped.
Pulling his ankle, he shook his entire thigh up and down a few times, and then gently put him back on the bed. He reached for the bottle of medicinal wine, ready to treat his other leg.
He opened his eyes and said softly, "You are tired, Junzi, take a rest."