Ying Tongchen didn't go back to his home, but parked the car downstairs of Meng Gong. It seemed that the two of them hadn't eaten together for a long time.

He called the other party, but no one answered, and no one opened the door when he rang the doorbell.

There was a pot of green plants at the door, he pulled out a key from the bottom of the pot, opened the door and walked in. Looking at the mess in the living room, he sighed and picked up the broom to prepare for cleaning.

At this time, a voice came from the room: "Mmmm, it hurts, take it easy!"

Ying Tongchen was startled, turned around twice, and put the broom back on tiptoe. As soon as he turned around, he stepped on the bag of potato chips on the ground and creaked.

"Who is it?" the man inside asked panting.

"It should be Tongchen." Meng Gong said.

"Then call him to come too," said another.

Ying Tongchen: "!"

Who wants to come with you.

Ying Tongchen turned around and was about to leave, but Meng Gong opened the bedroom door: "It's really you, since everyone is here, you should try it too."

"Huh?" Ying Tongchen looked back in disbelief, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Footsteps sounded in the room, and a moment later Zhen Mingxin appeared next to Meng Gong wearing a vest with a lot of red marks on his body, stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist, and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, Ying, you are here too. Let's try Mengmeng's technique. He is really amazing, and it gave me a whole back pain, but the effect is not bad."

Ying Tongchen's expression cracked, and he looked at Meng Gong in surprise: "You, you, aren't you zero?"

"I'm Zero." Meng Gong touched the back of his head, "But does this have anything to do with my massage?"

Ying Tongchen was dumbfounded and said, "Push, massage?"

Meng Gong nodded: "Yeah, I went to learn massage, and I just practiced with Ming Xin."

Ying Tongchen looked at Zhen Mingxin, and then at Meng Gong's sluggish expression. He thought that it was a misunderstanding, so he pretended that nothing happened: "So, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'm going to shoot an outdoor variety show in a few days. In order to thank Meng Meng for taking care of him during this time, I planned to come and cook him a meal, but I ended up being a guinea pig first." Zhen Mingxin said and walked away Go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, it is full of fruits and vegetables, "Ying brother, you are here too, why don't you stay and try my craft together?"

"You can still cook?" Ying Tongchen asked curiously.

"Not many, that is, some home-cooked dishes." Zhen Mingxin took out all the ingredients and put them aside, ready to start, "You should go to a rest meeting first, and when the meal is ready, I will call you again. "

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Meng Gong responded, pulling Ying Tongchen's sleeve, "Go, brother, can I massage you?"

"Can you do it?" Ying Tongchen was skeptical, "How long have you been studying?"

"A man can't say no." Meng Gong gave him a fierce look, and assured him again and again, "Don't worry, I've already graduated. You sit in the office every day, and I'll massage your waist and cervical spine."

"Alright." Ying Tongchen was pulled into the room, and when he saw a massage bed was placed next to the bed, he lay down on his stomach, "You better be really skilled, or I'll beat you to death."

"Trust me." Meng Gong held up his hand and spit out Xingzi, and patted him on the back.

Ying Tongchen: "Fuck you...ah! Tap lightly...Are you learning violent massage?"

Ying Tongchen couldn't see how he massaged, but felt that his muscles and bones were being reshaped, and he was suffering from the pain of flesh and blood, and the phone rang.

Before he could see who the caller was, he directly opened his ear: "Hey... um! Who is it?"

There was silence for a few seconds: "What are you doing?"

"I'm... ah!" Ying Tongchen turned back and roared Meng Gong, "I told you to be gentle! I'll take a call."

"Oh, sorry, why don't I pause for a while?" Meng Gong asked.

"Well." Ying Tongchen sat up and put on his clothes, picked up the phone again, and found that the other party had hung up.

Caller - Zhuoshu.

"Forget it, let's continue." Ying Tongchen lay back again, and when Meng Gong was pulling his clothes behind him, he suddenly sat up and realized that something was wrong.

Does the other party think that they are like Meng Gong and Zhen Mingxin that he just thought?

But do you think what you think is what you think?

He immediately called Zhuo Shu, and after making three calls in a row, he picked up the phone, and his voice was cold: "Is it done?"

"Uh..." It really was a misunderstanding, he turned his head to look at Meng Gong, covered the microphone and whispered, "It's not what you think."

Zhuo Shu snorted coldly, "Are you going to argue with me now?"

"Well, it's an explanation, are you willing to listen?" Ying Tongchen asked back.

There was silence for about half a minute before he said: "Just one minute, no, three minutes. If you don't explain clearly within three minutes, you will know how serious the consequences are. This is not a joke, and I didn't talk to me any more. You are kidding."

Hearing this, the corner of Ying Tongchen's mouth twitched, and he didn't even notice it. When he spoke, his tone was a little more pleasant: "We're just doing massage, no more."

It takes ten seconds.

Zhuoshu paused for a few seconds and asked, "Is there any evidence?"

"Wait a minute." Ying Tongchen narrowed the phone field and asked Meng Gong to take a picture of the massage on his back.

"Are you sure?" Meng Gong looked at him uncertainly and pointed to his back, "I think you probably don't want people to see his back."

Ying Tongchen: "? What did you do to my back?"

Meng Gong: "It's not me..."

"Shoot!" Zhuo Shu on the other end of the phone abruptly raised his voice, "Is there any secret hidden in the back, hurry up and show me the evidence."

"That's fine." Meng Gong took a photo.

Ying Tongchen took the phone and glanced at it, frowning slightly, and fell into contemplation.

"Why haven't you posted it yet?" Zhuo Shu urged, "Don't think about going to P, hurry up, immediately, immediately, or I will treat you as a guilty conscience."