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Fan Li opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Technician No. 8 and said, "Okay. No problem."

The technician's strength was steady.Even rhythm.

Fan Li only felt that the fatigue on his back was being rubbed away a little bit.His breathing gradually became steady.Within five minutes, I fell asleep.

The technician relaxed his movements and continued to complete the massage process.

An hour later.

The technician stopped, patted Fan Li's shoulder and whispered, "Boss Fan, the bell is here. Please wake up."

Fan Li opened his eyes drowsily.He turned over and stretched.

So comfortable.

The pores all over his body are filled with lightness.

Fan Li sat up, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly froze.

He looked down at the time.Slept for an hour.

Didn't enjoy the massage at all.Is this the end?

Fan Li raised his head and looked at Technician No. 8 who was preparing to pack the towels. "Hey, wait a minute. One more hour."

The technician stopped, with a smile on his face, "Okay boss. Then let's turn over and continue."

Fan Li lay down on the bed again. This time he forced himself not to close his eyes, carefully feeling the soreness of every inch of muscle on his back being pushed away.

I kept pressing until about eight o'clock in the evening.After Fan Li paid the bill, he walked out of Shuihui feeling refreshed.

He pushed open the rolling shutter door of his shop and went up to the second floor to take a shower.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that Fan Li went to bed on time.

the next day.Eight o'clock in the morning.

The main entrance of Tianxi Community.

Under the huge "Zhen·Yan Chenyan" signboard, there were four huge flower baskets.

The red carpet was rolled out to the bottom of the steps.

Zhao Keer, Zhang Li, and Lin Xue wore customized black professional suits with gold nameplates on their chests.The three of them stood at the door with professional smiles on their faces.

There was a long queue outside the door.

Most of them are young people holding mobile phones and cameras.

They were attracted by the promotion of local marketing accounts.The title is always "The best private breakfast in the city".

"Welcome." Zhao Ke'er pushed open the glass door and welcomed the first batch of guests in.

The gray diatom mud walls and warm yellow lighting in the store create a very high production rate.

When the guests sit down, the first thing they do is not to read the menu, but to raise their mobile phones to take pictures of the surroundings.

Huang Mao was wearing a chef's uniform and a high hat.He quickly cut open the plastic packaging bag with scissors.

Three large microwave ovens are placed side by side on the countertop.

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