Chapter 241 Massage Accident

The massage area is located on the basement floor of the hotel, and the warm lighting creates a drowsy atmosphere.

The entire basement floor is divided into small rooms. The rooms are made of wood and have a unique tropical style of architecture in Wo.

Chu Qiao was brought into a small room with a bamboo bed and a small bamboo corner table. On the table sat a brown bottle, probably containing essential oil or something.

It was hard for Chu Qiao to imagine that this inconspicuous and non-luxurious place was the most crowded place in the hotel. Some people would come here specifically for massage even if they were not staying in the hotel.

Feng Ge interrupted Chu Qiao's thoughts and said, "This is a one-person room. We can't stay together. I'll go to the next room. You can enjoy yourself."

The staff member on the side pressed the password lock and opened a room. The staff member saw that it was a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old. The girl was wearing a veil. This is a local tradition. Underage girls wear veils when going out.

"Dear guest, are you ready?"

Chu Qiao nodded, took off his shoes, and lay down on the bamboo bed. The bed was covered with a soft cushion, wrapping Chu Qiao up.

For Chu Qiao, who had slept in hard shelters for too long, it felt like he was in the clouds at this moment.

She hummed comfortably, moved her arms, and loosened up her muscles.

The girl touched Chu Qiao with her cold fingertips and pinched Chu Qiao's shoulders and neck. It was obvious that the girl was well trained and understood the pain points of modern people. Generally, those who came here were office workers who worked at their desks for too long, and their shoulders and necks would be stiff to varying degrees.

Although Chu Qiao didn't have these problems because he rarely looked at his phone and exercised more, the muscle tension caused by this fight and running had not yet disappeared.

As the little girl kneaded his shoulders, Chu Qiao felt a soreness and swelling in his shoulders, which was particularly comfortable.

"Try harder."

Chu Qiao spoke.

"Okay." The little girl gradually increased the strength of her hands.

"May I?"

"Can it be heavier?"

The little girl opened her mouth slightly under the gauze, obviously surprised at Chu Qiao's ability to endure.

The girl's technique is good, but it is also conventional and legal, not much different from an ordinary massage, but the fee is several times that of an ordinary massage.

Chu Qiao secretly shook his head, thinking that Brother Feng's money was wasted.

"Brother Feng?"

"Feng Zaozao?" Chu Qiao called softly towards the room over there.

No one responded.

"Dear guest, your friend is probably asleep."

Chu Qiao nodded and squinted her eyes. It was a professional habit that made it difficult for Chu Qiao to fall asleep in front of strangers.

The little girl's hand gradually stopped. Chu Qiao pricked up his ears and heard her pick up the essential oil bottle beside her, pour out a few drops, rub them in the palm of her hand, and gently rub them on the back of Chu Qiao's shoulders and neck.

The smell of essential oil will develop with the temperature and technique, and slowly emit fragrance.

"Rose?" Chu Qiao asked in a low voice.

"Your nose is quite sensitive. Indeed, this is specially blended by our perfumer. It's based on rose and mixed with some other essential oils."

Chu Qiao nodded, and as the essential oil entered his mind, he became more relaxed and gradually felt sleepy.

Chu Qiao took a breath of warmth with enjoyment, then suddenly woke up with a start, stood up straight, and waved away the girl's hand that was still kneading him.

The little girl was frightened and retracted her hand. She looked at her in confusion and forced a smile on her face: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Qiao said nothing, picked up the essential oil bottle beside him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and fanned the edge of the bottle cap. The scent of the essential oil flowed into Chu Qiao's nostrils with the air.

Sure enough, there was a hint of coolness mixed in with the scent of roses, which was the scent of sunflowers that Chu Qiao could not forget. Chu Qiao tilted his head, frowned, and smelled it a few more times to make sure that the concentration of happy flower essential oil in this essential oil was not high.

But this low concentration of essential oil is enough to make people linger.

No wonder there is so much traffic here.

Chu Qiao thought of Brother Feng standing beside him, and his face darkened.

"I'm not feeling well today, so I won't press it. Thank you." After saying that, Chu Qiao ran to the next door. The door next door was ajar, so Chu Qiao pushed it open and walked straight in.

Brother Feng was sleeping soundly at the moment, with a smile on his lips. I wonder what he was dreaming about.

Chu Qiao asked the frightened waiter while shaking Feng Ge.

"How long has she been asleep?"

"It's been half an hour. Patron, what's wrong? Did we serve you poorly?"

Chu Qiao looked at the waitress, staring into her eyes, but there seemed to be no guilt in the waitress's eyes.

Chu Qiao shook his head, perhaps they didn't know the composition of this essential oil.

Feng Ge woke up dazedly and rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong? I just dreamed of a Kyushu Island with people coming and going. I was counting money when you woke me up."

Chu Qiao tapped her head: "Stop daydreaming and come with me."

Feng Zao Zao looked at the bed with nostalgia: "Why? It's so expensive here. I haven't even enjoyed the full service yet."

Chu Qiao looked at Brother Feng with a firm look in his eyes: "It's urgent."

Feng Zao Zao immediately sat up. Chu Qiao was rarely so serious. She must have something important to do.

Brother Feng immediately put on his shoes and went to put on his coat.

Chu Qiao picked up the essential oil bottle beside him and asked, "Beauty, how much is this?"

The little girl was embarrassed and pointed at the bottle: "Sorry, we don't sell this."

"Really?" Chu Qiao looked at Brother Feng: "Zao Zao, did you bring any cash?"

Brother Feng patted his pocket and said, "Yes, how much do you want?"

Chu Qiao: "Ten thousand."

Feng Ge's eyes widened, he pulled Chu Qiao over and whispered, "You don't need to tip so much."

Chu Qiao nodded and blinked heavily: "I know, just give it to me."

"Oh oh oh, yes, here you go."

Chu Qiao put the money on the bed: "I like this essential oil, but I have an urgent matter. I have something urgent to do today and I have to leave. Do you think this is enough?"

The little girl clasped her hands together and said, "We have a clear rule that we can't sell it. I..."

The little girl gritted her teeth and said, "You have to keep it a secret. You can't let the foreman know."

Chu Qiao nodded and pulled Feng Ge away quickly from the room filled with the scent of aromatherapy.

After hurriedly returning to his hotel room, Chu Qiao sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the bottle of essential oil. There was no label on it, let alone any information about the manufacturer or expiration date. The brown bottle could only hold five milliliters of liquid.

"Chu, what's going on? Isn't it urgent?" Brother Feng thought Chu Qiao had something urgent, but she came back and did nothing, just staring at a bottle.

Chu Qiao handed the essential oil to Feng Ge: "This is urgent."

Feng Ge looked at the essential oil with a confused look on his face, twisting it while muttering to himself: "What's the big deal? It's just a bottle of massage oil."

Chu Qiao blocked the bottle mouth and said, "Don't smell it."

"What's wrong?"

Chu Qiao: "There is essential oil extracted from happy flower in this."

Feng Ge opened his eyes wide and threw the bottle aside: "This... is there something in this that you destroyed?"