Chapter 4579

Zhao Desan carefully sized up the woman. Seeing her noble temperament, she didn't look like that kind of fallen woman. He hailed a taxi on the street and 'kindly' sent her home.

The woman lived in a high-end residential area not too far from the alley. Each house was a small detached villa. In Shenlong Town, this should be considered a wealthy family. Although it was much smaller than those villas in the city, it still looked very conspicuous in this small place.

After opening the two iron gates and entering the house, Zhao Desan was instantly stunned. The interior decoration was so luxurious. Zhao Desan, who considered himself well-informed, was still surprised by the exquisite and luxurious decoration of the house. Compared to those families in the city, it was really not inferior at all. It could only be described in eight words: magnificent and wealthy. He really didn't expect that there would be such a wealthy family in this small Shenlong Town.

The woman had recovered from the panic of being robbed just now. Seeing Zhao Desan looking around blankly, she couldn't help but smile secretly and ordered, "Help me sit on the sofa."

Zhao Desan obediently helped the woman limp over and sit on the large leather sofa. Who knew that as soon as the woman's bottom touched the sofa, she clutched her small waist and cried out. It turned out that when the thugs were chasing and robbing her, she not only twisted her ankle but also sprained her waist. Just now, she was holding her breath and didn't feel it was very painful, but now that she was back home and her spirit had relaxed, the pain came on.

Zhao Desan also understood that like these rich people, they don't exercise much. Over the years and months, their muscles, bones, and tendons are all knotted and tangled together, like iron rusting. On the surface, they look vibrant and graceful, but in fact, they are all vases—they can't be dropped or moved. If the movement is a little too big, it's either a muscle strain or a bone dislocation.

The woman's cry reminded Zhao Desan. His heart had a flash of inspiration. Looking at the graceful appearance of the beautiful woman in front of him, he had another crooked idea.

"Bad luck!" The woman leaned on the sofa, frowning, and said with a sad face, "Why am I so unlucky? I even twisted my ankle!"

Once he realized he could use his usual methods, Zhao Desan's speech and expression became smooth and natural when facing this beautiful woman. He chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. You're lucky you met me. I happen to know a little bit about massage for bruises."

"You?" Hearing Zhao Desan's words, a trace of suspicion appeared in the woman's eyes, and she asked unbelievingly, "How old are you?"

"Thirty." Zhao Desan answered truthfully with a smile.

"Do you really know how to do this?" The woman looked at Zhao Desan with some surprise.

Zhao Desan nodded affirmatively and said, "Why would I lie to you! Isn't it just a sprained waist and a twisted ankle? First, I'll knead your waist, then your ankle. In an hour, I guarantee you'll be jumping around."

"Is it that magical?" The woman looked at Zhao Desan with some skepticism.

"I'm not bragging. Even if you had a fracture today, I could make you walk normally without a cast or bandage." Zhao Desan knew that the woman only twisted her ankle, so he bragged more and more mysteriously.

"Alright then, can you help me knead it?" The woman nodded helplessly in agreement.

Seeing that the woman had taken the bait, Zhao Desan was instantly surprised, but at the same time, he had some concerns, so he pretended to ask casually, "Big sister, do you live in such a big house alone?"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, the woman's expression was a bit disappointed, and she said, "No."

Zhao Desan then asked, "Then where is your husband?"

"Sigh!" Hearing Zhao Desan's words, the woman sighed deeply and said helplessly, "He is too busy, and I don't know which woman he went on a date with. Forget it, don't talk about him. Help me knead it."

Zhao Desan judged from the woman's tone and expression that the woman's married life should not be very harmonious. The woman's husband was a guy who was promiscuous and lecherous outside. Therefore, he also relaxed his vigilance and made a gesture to the woman, signaling her to lie down. The woman obediently lay flat on the sofa slowly.

Perhaps the woman had never heard of these things, perhaps she didn't believe it at all, but what could she do now? If she went to the hospital now, it would be X-rays and fluoroscopy, and if things went wrong, she would have to have a CT scan. Tossing and turning, she wouldn't be cured, and she would waste a day. There was no way; time waits for no one. Just treat a dead horse as a living horse. Just believe this guy once.

Zhao Desan pretended to find a bottle of alcohol from the woman's house, rolled up his sleeves, and said softly in a serious tone, "Big sister, lift your clothes and expose your lower back."

The woman slowly lifted the clothes on her back, and a section of white, tender, and delicate small waist came into Zhao Desan's eyes. The two dimples on the waist were very obvious, making this waist look extremely sexy, which made Zhao Desan widen his eyes and say 'wow' in his heart. Not to mention, although this woman looked to be in her thirties to forties, her figure was really great. The transition between the lower back and the two hips was an extremely elegant and gorgeous arc, and the snow-white and delicate skin faintly revealed a luster like mutton-fat jade.

No wonder the ancient poems say "Chu waist has three curves," no wonder people often say "skin like congealed fat, ice muscle and jade bone." Isn't this the true portrayal of these words in front of him? Zhao Desan's heart couldn't help but be agitated, and his saliva almost flowed out. He hurriedly took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then stretched out two fingers to press on her lower back, pretending to ask, "Is it here?"

"Ouch..." The woman was instantly in pain and grinned.

Zhao Desan smiled triumphantly, dipped some alcohol, wiped it on the woman's slender willow waist, gently pressed and rubbed, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

"Numb, bloated, and there's a hot feeling in the middle." Zhao Desan still had some massage techniques, which made the woman feel a little warm and comfortable in her waist unconsciously, and even her tone became delicate and weak.

Hearing the woman's soft tone, Zhao Desan took a deep breath and chuckled, "That's right. According to my experience, the injury on your waist must be an old injury. You often sprain your waist." This is bullshit experience. This is Zhao Desan's judgment based on the woman's family situation. Such a rich person who doesn't do anything, lacks exercise, has a weak body, and often twists her waist is nothing more than normal.

"Yes, my waist is often sprained. I don't know what's going on." The woman actually turned her head and looked at Zhao Desan in surprise, as if she was convinced of Zhao Desan's superb medical skills.

"Your lumbar tendons are easily sprained. Do you know why?" Zhao Desan chatted while gently massaging her waist, so as not to make the atmosphere so awkward.

"Why?" The woman looked at Zhao Desan with magical eyes again, as if she admired him very much.

"That's because you lack exercise and training. Your body hasn't been active for a long time. For example, it's like a car. If you don't drive it often, it won't work well." Zhao Desan made a vivid metaphor.

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, the beautiful woman turned her head and looked, feeling that this handsome young man was quite interesting. The woman smiled charmingly, thinking that this little kid had a touch of maturity and coldness in his childishness, a touch of wildness and rudeness in his elegance, a touch of sunshine in his melancholy, a touch of oiliness and evil in his honesty, and a touch of wantonness in his greenness. If you look closely, there is a little lecherous taste, which made the woman's interest in Zhao Desan double.

"Little brother, listening to your accent, you don't seem to be from Shenlong Town? Where are you from?" The woman asked with great interest.

"Chanba District." As he spoke, Zhao Desan's fingertips increased his strength slightly.

The woman tilted her head, and her cherry lips almost touched his ear, "If it weren't for you today, the tens of thousands of yuan in my bag would have been robbed by those thugs. The loss would have been huge. How can I thank you?"

The warm fragrance in the woman's mouth blew into Zhao Desan's ears from time to time, making his ears itch. He hurriedly dodged his head to the side and began to use his lotus-like mouth skills, laughing and saying, "Everything in the world is about fate. The road faces the sky, and the sea of people is vast. It just so happens that we met in a small alley in this way. You just happened to twist your ankle, and I just happened to know a little bit about these things. What is this? This is fate. Since it is fate, then big sister, you are too polite to say thank you."

"You mean..." The woman said, her eyes becoming a bit blurred, and then asked, "You and I have fate?"

Zhao Desan nodded with a smile and said, "Everything has fate!" What Zhao Desan said was actually learning from the lines of the TV show, but in the ears of this beautiful woman, it became a profound and unpredictable mystery. She didn't care much about Zhao Desan originally. Even if he saved her, gratitude was gratitude. As a rich and powerful person in Shenlong Town, her inner heart was still a condescending sense of superiority. Saying a few words of thanks and giving a few dollars would send him away. However, after Zhao Desan finished these words, the woman seemed to be deeply touched. At this time, she seemed to have just discovered a master of the world, and her heart gradually became full of curiosity about Zhao Desan.

A mist-like blur rose in the woman's eyes, and she whispered, "What is fate?"

Zhao Desan continued to show off his knowledge and said, "Fate is a wish you made before the Buddha five hundred years ago. Fate is an inadvertent look back in the rolling red dust. Fate is a knowing smile when passing by in the vast sea of people. Fate is a drop of morning dew on a lotus leaf in the morning. Fate is a red leaf falling in front of you in an empty valley..."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Zhao Desan knows women very well. The more a man shows that he is full of connotation, the more curious the woman will be about the man. After hearing these words from Zhao Desan, the woman's heart was suddenly rippling.

(Chapter 2476: Numb, Bloated)!