She couldn't understand that some people actually thought that massage must be a male-female service?
If not, it's a perversion.
Who is perverted?
Tang Wan even wondered if Chen Yang didn't understand at all and was translating randomly.
"No, Chen Yang, when did you learn Japanese?"
"Don't talk to me about Baidu."
Chen Yang rubbed the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "This is not something I learned while watching, um, you know, that kind of action movie."
"You are also a pervert!"
Tang Wan's cheeks turned red and she spat.
Chen Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn't tell Tang Wan that when he was a child in the Chen family in Shangjing, he was originally raised as the first heir. He didn't know how to read and write the languages of various countries, so his speaking problems were not big.
In the elevator room before, the female student was diligently translating. Chen Yang actually didn't need it, but he was just too lazy to talk to the Japanese named Yamamoto Seicho.
Speaking of using fists and slaps, that's enough.
I just didn't expect that he would bump into this guy wherever he goes in his life to have a Thai massage with his wife.
After Tang Wan was diverted from the topic by Chen Yang, she didn't worry about how to speak Japanese and looked at the situation ahead.
After looking at it twice, she muttered: "It's so ugly."
Chen Yang followed Tang Wan's gaze and nodded in agreement: "You are ugly. After being beaten like this, you still have the mood to come out to seek services. It is indeed strange."
After the words fell, Logan's expression suddenly changed, and he stamped his feet and said, "How could he do this?"
Chen Yang quickly looked over and saw Yamamoto Kiyoshi starting work, and slapped a massage technician to the ground with two slaps.
"This is not enough of a lesson."
Chen Yang's teeth were itching as he and Tang Wan quickly stepped forward.
Logan stopped directly in front of the female technician and glared at Yamamoto Seicho.
Chen Yang did nothing, just twisted his wrist and looked over with a half-smile.
Yamamoto Seicho was originally furious, but the moment he saw Chen Yang, he took three steps back, his face full of vigilance.
The on-site manager of Diwana Thai Massage Club rushed over and bowed to Yamamoto Seichang repeatedly. While she motioned to her subordinates to help the beaten female technician, she explained in Japanese: "I'm sorry Yamamoto-san, we are really
There are no special clothes.”
"If you have any needs, at least the girl must agree. We don't have this service."
Yamamoto Kiyoshi raised his nostrils and said proudly: "You Chinese people should feel honored to serve our noble people in Japan."
"Go and order her!"
After Chen Yang and Tang Wan finished translating, they laughed out loud: "Is this short winter melon still living in the last century and still a noble person?"
"Those who don't know think his surname is Yuan, Ping, Fujiwara or something like that."
"In Japan, you are a low-class person. How can you claim to be a noble person in China? Bah."
Logan was also in a bad mood and said coldly: "Is the source you are talking about the source of The Tale of Genji?"
Chen Yang smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's the lolicon named Yuan."
The two of them were talking loudly, and they didn't care that Yamamoto Seicho could hear them.
"idiot!"
Yamamoto Seicho turned his head and roared: "How dare you insult our nobleman."
He actually said this sentence in Mandarin.
Chen Yang sneered: "Don't you understand human speech? You speak quite like a human being."
When Yamamoto Seicho saw his face, his momentum dropped by half, and there were bursts of burning pain on his face, always reminding him of what had happened before.
Chen Yang guessed that it was not that this short winter melon couldn't speak Chinese, but he just felt that speaking Japanese was superior to others, and maybe he was a bit of a bitch, so he spoiled him because of this.
He saw that the on-site manager of Diwana Thai Massage Club had arrived and had the situation under control. The beatings would probably not happen again, so he didn't bother to bother, so he went in with Logan to prepare for the massage.
Before I even walked in, a female technician came up to guide and introduce me.
This Diwana is really good. As you walk in, each private room is named after a famous place in Thailand, such as Chiang Mai.
The decoration style of each box is also close to the name of the box.
The female technician asked: "Should you two be together or separated?"
Of course Chen Yang wants to be together!
The two of them took off their clothes and covered themselves with thick white towels. There was a technician beside them each doing the massage, and they could talk to each other from time to time.
Although the technicians will be very careful to block it and use towels to cover it, the atmosphere is ambiguous.
When Chen Yang was about to speak, Tang Wan took the lead: "Separate!"
After saying that, she lowered her head and quickly walked into a private room.
Chen Yang had no choice but to choose another private room under the ambiguous smile of the female technician.
Before entering, Chen Yang seemed to have thought of something, grabbed the female technician and whispered a few words, as if to explain something, and then walked into the box dejectedly.
At the front desk of Diwana Thai Massage Club, Yamamoto Kiyoshi stretched his neck and watched Chen Yang and Tang Wan enter the box separately, feeling bad water gushing out from his stomach.
He didn't make any more fuss, but casually ordered an item and followed it into the club.
After the technician came in, Yamamoto Seicho did not ask for any more special services. Instead, he took out a handful of RMB, stuffed it into the female technician's hand, and asked: "Did the man and woman get massages separately just now?"
The female technician looked at a ball of RMB worth at least several thousand dollars crumpled into her hand, and nodded subconsciously.
"well."
Yamamoto Kiyoshi was overjoyed and grabbed the female technician and whispered for a while. The female technician shook her head first, and then Yamamoto Kiyoshi took out a large stack of banknotes and stuffed them into the female technician's arms like pieces of paper.
Holding an armful of red hundred-dollar bills, the female technician swallowed and nodded.