Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 192 I Don’t Want Him to Die Young

Zhao Heqian suddenly stood up, leaned over to Yan An's ear and said, "There's surveillance, cooperate."

Yan An, “…”

She stretched out her foot. "Don't push too hard."

The scenes in the short video of people screaming in pain because they are weak when having their feet pressed are very impressive.

"Don't worry, I will be very gentle. Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Zhao Heqian has a strong sense of service and soaked Yan An's feet in the water in a soft voice.

Yan An felt as if ants were crawling where his hand touched her feet.

But she said nothing.

It was my first time experiencing a foot massage, and I was still a little nervous.

The ghost of the old lady beside him said, "Not only is the boy handsome, he is also so gentle and considerate.

But looking at the affectionate look in his eyes when he looks at the foot basin, you can tell that this guy must have had many girlfriends.

Oh, little girl, I have one more thing to say. You can be sincere when you're in love, but you must be on guard so you can get out of it in time when you're hurt.

Those women who can't get out of it end up being embarrassed and losing their self-esteem."

Yan An didn't expect that the ghost would not forget to teach her even after seeing the handsome guy. She even suspected that the ghost's wish was to use its social experience to remind others.

But Yan An thought that it was useless to teach someone who didn't listen.

Those who listen carefully may have understood everything long ago.

Yan An didn't say anything, she just felt her feet were itchy, so she asked uncertainly.

"Is it really necessary to wash each toe one by one?"

"We have received professional training, and my technique has even been praised by the teacher." A strand of hair fell to the peak of his brow, and he smiled with a bit of ruffian spirit.

Yan An felt that he was a little too immersed in being undercover, and he must have earned a lot of commissions by doing so.

I just don’t know whether the commission will be handed over in the end or I can keep it as a reward for my hard work.

"Hiss—it hurts, it hurts." Yan An grabbed both sides of the sofa.

When a certain acupuncture point on the sole of the foot is pressed, it feels painful, numb, and very sore.

Zhao Heqian relaxed his grip. "Your liver and heart aren't feeling well. Have you been in a bad mood lately?"

Yan An shook his head. "I'm panting heavily every day. Maybe it's because I eat too much junk food and the toxins are accumulating?"

Zhao Heqian frowned slightly, "Maybe. You're so good at chatting, beautiful lady. I'll give you a head massage later."

"Massage the feet first, then the head?" Yan An pursed his lips, looking resistent.

Zhao Heqian smiled and said, "I will wash my hands. Besides, you dislike your own feet? You are my first customer. I have never touched anyone else's feet, only fake feet."

"...Okay then." Yan An endured the pain and let him press. Fortunately, Zhao Heqian's hand was much lighter and it didn't hurt that much.

Pressing it again and again, it even feels a little comfortable.

Only then did Yan An really believe what Zhao Heqian was praised for his skills.

Yan An closed his eyes, drowsy.

The grandma had seen enough handsome guys, so she would naturally tell her.

What she didn't know was that the ghost was watching her and Zhao Heqian with great interest, with a kind smile on his face.

Yan An slept for a while and then started eating.

The door of the private room was opened after a few knocks, and the police officer in police uniform came in.

Seeing a girl showing off her fandom, Zhao Heqian was concentrating on massaging her feet.

Before seeing it, the police officer couldn't believe that young master Zhao Heqian was so dedicated.

To be honest, this time someone was deliberately trying to annoy this young master.

Who would have thought that they actually enjoyed it?

The police officer thought uncertainly.

Yan An's foot massage was temporarily terminated because her technician had work to do.

Zhao Heqian told her to wait for him here and he would take her to return the money later.

Yan An thought that he could get it for free, so he happily agreed. This time he completed the task at no cost and even had dinner.

The old lady was very satisfied with Zhao Heqian's appearance and said she wanted to look at him for a while longer.

A man and a ghost were waiting in the private room for Zhao Heqian to come back.

In less than half an hour, Zhao Heqian came to find Yan An in casual clothes. The two of them went to the front desk. As soon as Zhao Heqian showed his ID, Yan An's money was deposited into his account.

The receptionist smiled nervously, "I'm sorry to bother the police officer this time."

Yan An didn't quite understand why the front desk clerk still thanked him when the store was inspected.

It was only when we got into Zhao Heqian's car that we realized that the police were actually called by the store manager.

Because a male model took advantage of the situation and hinted to the customer that he should go out for the night.

Although the store manager uses male models to attract customers, he is not trying to open a duck restaurant. Most customers just enjoy the sight, take videos and photos.

Some people sell their goods while they are at work, and she doesn't want that to happen.

She has no control over those who contact others outside, and she only cares about those who start promoting themselves in the store.

Since they couldn't catch the person, they had to ask the police for help.

The police disguised themselves as customers and service staff, and caught quite a few male models committing crimes.

"Didn't you say someone was watching the surveillance? Since it was already agreed upon, the store can't stop you from slacking off, right?" Yan An asked doubtfully while sitting in the passenger seat.

"They don't care...but my boss is watching the surveillance."

"Oh, too."

It takes more than an hour to drive from the city to the house where Yan An rented.

Yan An was prone to drowsiness when riding in a car. Looking at the lights receding in the night outside the window, he fell asleep unknowingly.

She woke up when she heard Zhao Heqian calling on the phone.

"Where is it? Okay, I'll be there right away."

"Yan An." He called Yan An.

Yan An looked over and said, "Just put it on the roadside."

Then she discovered that there was no village or shop along the way.

"If I drop you off here, you won't be able to get a taxi. Otherwise, come back to the city with me. You can sleep, and when you wake up, I'll take you home."

Yan An was also sleepy, so he nodded, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Maybe it’s because of the professional filter.

Maybe it was because he helped her avoid Ji Qian when they first met.

She felt that this man was quite reliable and had no suspicion of him, so she fell asleep right away.

She woke up because her throat was a little dry.

Zhao Heqian handed her the water and drove slowly inside. They arrived at the place where the hostage-taking incident took place.

He asked Yan An to wait in the car and got out in a hurry.

Yan An couldn't see what was happening in front of him, as there were many people surrounding him.

Amidst the noisy sounds, Yan An caught a few words: murder, madman, and a lot of blood.

The old lady floated out for a while and then floated back to the window.

"I'm going to see if I can help that guy. The person holding someone hostage seems to be mentally unstable.

Although the young man was good-looking, I didn’t want him to die young, so I just followed him down.”

After saying that, it left in a hurry.