The hot bath was steaming.
Spray on the body to give a warm feeling.
Zhang Feng sat in the bath, his body wrapped in heat.
There are air bubbles ejected from the stomata up, down, left and right, rolling over the body!
"Second Brother, how did you get these injuries on your body?"
Lao Zhuang was half lying in the bathtub, his eyes narrowed in contentment, and he asked.
Zhang Feng did not speak, but moved his lips slightly. When he opened his mouth, a thin blade was placed on his teeth.
He said: "Old Zhuang, don't mention it. When I was a kid, I had no food and I followed the old man to learn kung fu. He slipped in and picked locks, cut bags and stole. If anything went wrong, the old man would punish me with death. Alas, let's not mention the past!"
Lao Zhuang nodded and looked at the blade held in Zhang Feng's teeth.
Thieves who are able to practice hiding a razor blade in their mouth have to work hard and have to cut their mouths many times with a sharp razor blade before they can master it.
Thinking of this, it is not surprising to look at the scars on Zhang Feng's body.
"By the way, second brother, I heard from Uncle Sang that there is a tattoo artist from Taiguo on the ship. Kun Sha specially invited him from Taiguo. Let's get a tattoo when the time comes." Lao Zhuang suggested.
"Really? I've thought about getting a tattoo before, but I didn't find a suitable tattoo artist." Zhang Feng said.
In fact, he has no particular thoughts about tattoos. He neither dislikes nor likes them.
After joining the army, tattoos became taboo and impossible to allow. But now that Lao Zhuang mentioned it, Zhang Feng couldn't find any reason to refuse, so he could only agree.
After soaking for an hour, the muscles in the body are soft and fully relaxed.
The bathroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang both looked towards the door.
Logically speaking, after booking this bathroom, the old manor will not entertain other people.
The two of them looked at each other on guard. In this drug den, gangsterism was so common that they had to guard against it.
But when they saw the person walking in, Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang were all on guard.
The two young girls are covered with thin gauze. As the lotus steps move lightly, the spring light is looming, which captivates the soul.
The spray of hot air wets the gauze and sticks it to the body, making the front bulge
The curvy figure is even more visible.
"Two eldest brothers, Uncle Sang asked us to serve you two!" The woman opened her mouth softly and said softly.
There was a hint of shyness in the voice, which aroused the minds of both men to a great extent.
"Made, Uncle Sang really understands my appetite!" Zhang Feng muttered with his eyes shining.
Although Lao Zhuang did not speak, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, obviously very satisfied with Uncle Sang's arrangement.
Two girls stepped into the swimming pool, one waiting for the other man.
The girl's delicate palms fell on Zhang Feng's Chi Guoguo's body, caressing her gently, from the chest muscles to the sculpted abdominal muscles, and then slowly moved downwards!
"Damn it, I can't hold back my anger!"
Zhang Feng cursed, stood up, hugged the woman in his arms, hurriedly stepped out of the bath, and said: "Lao Zhuang, I don't care about you now, I'm going to relieve the fire!"
The woman in his arms looked at Zhang Feng charmingly, with a slight joy in her heart.
They were brought here by Uncle Sang, so they naturally knew that the person they wanted to serve was a drug dealer.
Although the man holding her didn't look very handsome, he had a strong figure, and when she secretly glanced down, he looked very majestic.
How to entertain such a man, how to entertain other drug dealers who have become soft-footed shrimps due to drug abuse is much better.
Kicking open the door of the lounge, Zhang Feng threw the woman directly onto the big bed, and then pounced on her like a hungry tiger.
…
Lao Zhuang was sitting in the dressing room wearing a bathrobe, opposite the door of the lounge.
Through the door panel, his ears could still hear the extremely pleasant chanting.
He looked at his watch and muttered in his mouth: "This Zhang Laoer is really a beast. It's been an hour and he still hasn't finished. What kind of woman can endure such torture from him?"
Thinking of this, he looked at his little brother who was defeated after holding on for three minutes with some frustration, and cursed with some resentment: "How can I be compared with an animal as a human?"
Ten minutes later, Zhang Feng walked out of the lounge feeling refreshed and wrapped in a bathrobe with a charming woman in his arms.
The woman's face was still wet with spring tide, her legs tightened unconsciously and trembled slightly, which showed that Zhang Feng was growing
The battle of time made her a little bit too much.
"Go, do whatever you have to do!" Zhang Feng slapped the woman's plump buttocks.
"Um."
With a sweet snort, the girl gave Zhang Feng a wink and walked out of the dressing room.
"Bah, you're destined to be a duck!" Lao Zhuang cursed as he couldn't eat the grapes and said the grapes were sour.
"Hehe, didn't you hold it in for too long? Haha, let's go, Lao Zhuang, didn't you say there is a tattoo artist invited by Kun Sha? Take me to see him!" Zhang Feng sneered, put on his clothes and said .
"Let's go!" Lao Zhuang said.
The two of them went to Uncle Sang first, explaining that Zhang Feng wanted to ask the tattoo artist Kun Sha hired to help him get a tattoo.
Uncle Sang nodded with a smile, looked around Zhang Feng's body, and said with a smile: "Young people should know how to be moderate. Young people don't know the value of essence. Old people will look at B Kong and shed tears. Hahaha."
"Uncle Sang, you're laughing at me too." Zhang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's just a joke, Lao Zhuang, you are a good little brother. It seems that Mr. Huo will have another strong general under his command. Go get a tattoo." Uncle Sang waved his hand and said.
"Thank you, Uncle Sang!"
After leaving Uncle Sang's room, the two of them asked a cruise ship attendant to lead them towards the tattoo artist's room.
When he opened the door, he saw a fat man with dark skin sketching on a drawing board.
The man's exposed arm is covered with tattoos, and is a statue of an angry Buddha. At first glance, it seems to be kind-hearted, but if you look closely, you will find that it is actually a hungry ghost!
Lifelike and lifelike.
"#%￥&%*&… %" The obese man chirped a string of bird songs, which made Zhang Feng and Lao Zhuang confused.
Zhang Feng shook his head. He and Lao Zhuang didn't understand Thai at all, so there was no way to communicate.
He tried to ask: "Can you speak Chinese?"
"A little bit, what are you doing here?" the tattoo artist said angrily in jerky Chinese.
Although the tone of voice makes people sound uncomfortable, at least they can communicate.
Lao Zhuang said: "This brother of mine wants to get a tattoo, and he has already said hello to Uncle Sang, your boss. Can you think of something suitable?"