"Cancel first." Cheng Zitong answered without thinking.

Yu Lingfei was stunned for a moment, but said nothing and only agreed with the word "good".

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but wonder, was it because he wanted to take her to shoot Du Ming that he pushed back on the business deal?

At this time, she also received a message on her phone. Yu Hui sent a club address and told her clearly that Du Ming and Ming Zimo were dating at this address.

Yu Hui probably didn't lie to her. Didn't Yu Lingfei say it before? It was Yu Hui who introduced Mingzi Mo to Du Ming.

Fu Yuan'er figured out Du Ming's routine, and an intermediary took him and Ming Zimo to the date respectively.

Most people would never imagine that they have a cross-border relationship.

Du Ming was able to maintain a perfect personality for so many years, how could he do it without some extraordinary methods!

At this moment, Fu Yuan'er could get out of the car and look for it alone according to the address given by Yu Hui.

But thinking that Cheng Zitong gave up on business negotiations, she couldn't bear to get off the bus...

Sure enough, the destination Cheng Zitong took her to was exactly the same as the one Yu Huifa gave her.

But this is a club that was renovated from an old house, and there are a lot of boxes inside. Finding Du Ming's box is the most important thing.

"How are you going to take pictures?" Cheng Zitong asked before getting off the car.

Fu Yuan'er already had an idea, "Of course it would be better if we can take intimate photos of the two of us. If we can't take intimate photos, we can just go together."

Cheng Zitong looked her up and down, his eyes had already seen through her, "Fu Yuan'er, I find that you are becoming more and more hypocritical?"

In the past, Fu Yuan'er would only ask herself to take intimate photos of the two of them.

Fu Yuan'er suddenly became angry, but then calmed down and shrugged nonchalantly: "I have changed."

She didn't want to be active in front of him, as if she was striving for something, but in the eyes of him and others, it was nothing more than a joke.

"Which room are they in?" She quickly changed the subject.

Cheng Ziyi gave her a meaningful look, then raised his eyes and looked forward, "1902, Presidential Suite."

Fu Yuan'er thought for a moment, and there seemed to be no other better way than dressing up as a waiter and entering the room.

At this time, two masseurs in uniforms walked in together.

Fu Yuan'er's eyes followed the two of them.

"I didn't know it, but you know how to massage." Cheng Zitong did not hide the ridicule in his tone.

Fu Yuan'er hummed, there were many things he didn't know about her.

She took a step and walked inside.

"Hello, madam," the security guard at the door stopped her, "Do you have a reservation?"

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but pout, as if overnight, identity verification was required in public places in City A.

"She was with me." Cheng Zitong raised his hand to swipe his card, showing that he was a VIP customer exempt from inspection.

Fu Yuan'er followed him into the club. Now was not the time to be polite.

"What's next?" he asked.

"Thank you for bringing me in, you can go about your business." After saying that, Fu Yuan'er ran away.

She followed the two masseurs just now to the massage department of the club, where the masseurs rested. Just waiting for the front desk to call, they would take turns to serve in the rooms of guests in need.

She waited outside for a while, and masseurs were called away from time to time, but gradually she realized a problem. Du Ming would not call the masseur today.

Why would he need a masseur when Akiko Mo is with him?

No, she has to make him need a masseuse!

She thought of Yu Hui and had an idea.

Please call Yu Hui immediately.

However, as soon as he dialed his number, the phone in his hand was snatched away.

She turned around and saw Cheng Zitong behind her.

"Give me my phone back," she said urgently.

Cheng Zitong was calm, "Don't you just want to sneak into Du Ming's room as a masseuse?"

He walked away three to five meters, made a phone call, and told her when he came back: "Go ahead, Du Ming and Ming Zimo are both in the room."

Fu Yuan'er:......

"How did you do it?" She couldn't help but wonder.

"secret."

"Cough...cough..." She almost choked on her saliva.

She put on the clothes of a masseur, put on a mask, and walked to room 1902 with the massage aid.

This was a large mansion with five in and five out. The more expensive rooms were further in, but the further in, the more Fu Yuan'er felt inexplicably nervous.

Perhaps it was because the environment was getting quieter and quieter after entering the deep courtyard, and what she was about to do was secretly take photos, so her nervousness was actually due to a guilty conscience...

She couldn't help but look back, and saw a familiar figure standing at the archway not far away.

It's Cheng Zitong.

She couldn't help but pause, and saw him folding his arms and looking at her with a sneer on his lips.

As if waiting to see her joke.

Even if he was prepared to laugh at her, he still accompanied her here... Fu Yuan'er felt a warmth in her heart, and when she turned around and moved forward, she was no longer so nervous.

"Ding dong." She rang the doorbell of 1902.

"Come in." A female voice answered her. This was Akiko Mo's voice.

Fu Yuan'er walked into the room step by step and entered a strange and novel world... Ming Zimo and Du Ming were lying on the bed, both wearing only bathrobes.

Especially Akiko Mo, her hair and bathrobe were all messy, and her face had residual blush.

Fu Yuan'er immediately understood that she had entered a "battlefield". The "battle" had just ended, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was still too strong.

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask.

"Give him a massage." Akiko Mo stood up lazily, her bathrobe sliding down to one side, revealing most of her spring glory.

Du Ming took action, in front of the "masseur"... In his eyes, the masseurs here were very confident and would not talk nonsense.

He must not have known that the masseur in front of him had taken all of this on film.

Akiko pushed his hand away, smiled charmingly and walked into the bathroom.

"Let's massage." Du Ming took off his bathrobe and lay on the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts.

So, does she need to massage his skin?

She can leave now with an excuse.

Cheng Zitong told her before coming in that she would leave as soon as the photos were taken, and he had arranged for another masseur to come in at any time to make up for it.

But even though the photo was taken, she still wanted to stay a little longer and dig out more information.

Massage, she had already learned some acupoint massage in order to massage her grandfather.

As for skin-to-skin contact, she had already prepared a pair of gloves.

"Wear gloves?" Du Ming glanced at it and frowned displeased.

"Boss, we have recently developed a new massage method that is more comfortable, but direct contact with fingers can easily abrade your skin, so we need to wear gloves." Fu Yuan'er lied without having to draft.

Du Ming was doubtful, but did not object.

Akiko Mo is still in the bathroom. He can't blatantly ask the masseur to have skin-to-skin contact with him.

"Your voice sounds familiar

," Du Ming suddenly thought, "Have I seen you somewhere?"

As Du Ming wanted to raise his head, Fu Yuan'er saw the opportunity to press his cheek and massage the acupuncture points behind his ears.

Du Ming was held down obediently, unable to move.

"Of course you will recognize my voice," she replied while massaging: "I have been working here for five years and have many regular customers."

Du Ming was stunned for a moment and wanted to raise his head to look at her again, but Fu Yuan'er turned his head, switched sides to hold his cheek, and continued to massage the acupuncture point behind the other ear.

Du Ming was forced to curl his lips and said, "The masseuses here change every year, are you wrong?"

Fu Yuan'er was stunned, thinking that these people were really ruthless in order to keep their secrets, and made the masseurs change jobs frequently.

"I'm right. What I mean is that I have been a masseur for five years. Many people in City A who like massage know me."

Then he said: "Boss, don't you get massages often? What do you think of my massage techniques?"

Du Ming felt it. Not to mention, he was indeed more experienced than the previous masseur, which made him feel very comfortable.

"The person Mr. Cheng recommended to me is indeed right," Du Ming muttered and smiled: "It seems that his kid has been fooling around on these occasions a lot."
To be continued...