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The next day, Zhang Jinming happily agreed to Gao Meijuan's request. At nine in the afternoon, he started the interview in Zhang Jinming's office.

Gao Meijuan had obviously come prepared, so after chatting for a while, she directly asked Zhang Jinming about the massage technique.

Zhang Jinming could also tell from Gao Meijuan's gaze that he was cunning. In fact, if Zhang Jinming really cooperated with his by saying that his massage was extraordinary, it could cure any disease. This was also the result that Gao Meijuan wished to see the most. Not only would it bring about an extremely high viewership rating for her program, it would also allow Zhang Jinming to make a name for himself, but this would also cause a lot of people who had come to seek Zhang Jinming's help. If Zhang Jinming was unable to treat a person properly, not only would it bring about a huge loss of reputation, it would also endanger the reputation of the company. Actually, this was also why Zhang Jinming had always been unwilling to accept Gao Meijuan for an interview.

But today, since she asked till here, Zhang Jinming directly played a trick and said, "Actually, my massage technique isn't as mystical as what the rumors say, it's just a rumor spreading around. Xiao Lin's illness can be cured, but the most important thing is still the hospital. Therefore, I hope that the patient is sick or should go to the hospital to see a doctor.

Gao Meijuan didn't get the answer she wanted, and wasn't quite willing to give up, so she continued to ask, "Director Zhang is too modest, I don't think the people in the hospital said that. People say that your massage technique is better than elixirs, and there is no illness in the world that you can't cure. A few of the main doctors said that Kou Xiaolin's disease was incurable in the world, but since your massage technique was done, I believe that there was something strange about it. Director Zhang, can you talk about it in detail? "

Zhang Jinming was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itching. This Gao Meijuan was too despicable. F * ck, I don't know what peace of mind is. This won't do, he had to think of a way to punish her. Otherwise, this slut would definitely continue to be so aggressive. By then, he wouldn't even have the ability to defend himself.

Zhang Jinming carefully sized Gao Meijuan up and quickly thought of a countermeasure. Maybe it was because of the interview today, Gao Meijuan had deliberately put on some makeup. Wearing a head of carefully combed long hair, her fair and clear face was smooth and exquisite, and her exquisite facial features were carefully modified to be extremely enchanting. She wore a snow-white cotton shirt with a cut at the neck, revealing a touch of snow-white skin. Her tall, firm chest lifted his shirt high, forming two tempting yurts.

Gao Meijuan was wearing a tight, white, round dress. Even though she was sitting on a chair, the round dress still revealed the contours of her beautiful thighs. Her long, exposed legs were folded to one side, tightly closed, perhaps to keep them from going. However, the legs wrapped in black silk were filled with allure.

Zhang Jinming carefully sized it up and suddenly revealed a smile on his face. He laughed and said, "Miss Gao, no matter how much more I say, it wouldn't be better than demonstrating it on the spot."

Hearing that, Gao Meijuan raised her eyebrows, and revealed joy. "Un, that's great. Director Zhang, I wonder how you intend to demonstrate this. "

Zhang Jinming stared at her legs and said, "As the host, Miss Gao often has to face running around and standing for a long time, which will definitely cause a lot of harm to her legs. I think that Miss Gao must have felt that his legs were sore and tired a lot. If Miss Gao has confidence in my massage techniques, then I can give you a massage on the spot. "

"W-what?" Gao Meijuan was startled and quickly replied, "Ah, there's no need for that." Gao Meijuan immediately saw through Zhang Jinming's true intentions as a rogue and immediately rejected him. However, in the end, Gao Meijuan's legs did indeed often feel sore and powerless.

Zhang Jinming heaved a sigh of relief and laughed, "Miss Gao, I think I have already answered your question just now. If my massage is really that amazing, I don't think you'd refuse to let me give it to you. "

Gao Meijuan had never thought that Zhang Jinming would actually do such a thing, and his face became extremely ugly. She stared fiercely at Zhang Jinming, unable to say anything for a moment.

At this moment, the scene became very stiff. It looked like this program would be difficult to continue recording.

Just then, a member of the film crew walked to Gao Meijuan's side and muttered.

Gao Meijuan frowned, and shook her head with difficulty: "No, I can't let him massage me."

The man whispered, "Gao, this is a good opportunity for our show to go viral. Don't miss it. When we come over, you have to make sure to cooperate with Director Zhang to the best of your abilities. "But, but how are you going to explain this to us?"

Gao Meijuan clenched her teeth, her face was filled with hesitation. She clenched her fists tightly and fell into a moment of confusion.

Zhang Jinming had already seen through it. He unhurriedly stretched a little and stood up with a yawn, saying, "Miss Gao, is this program of yours not being recorded? "Aiya, my waist is about to break from sitting here. I need to go out and do some exercise."

Zhang Jinming had just taken two steps when Gao Meijuan suddenly called out, "Zhang Jinming, stop right there."

Zhang Jinming smiled as he walked to her side. He took a deep breath purposely, looking intoxicated. Actually, Gao Meijuan did not spray any perfume on himself when he came out today.

Seeing Zhang Jinming's shameless look, Gao Meijuan felt nauseous in his heart, but he couldn't show any signs of resisting. She tried his best to calm his expression as she said indifferently, "Our program hasn't finished recording yet. Director Zhang, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhang Jinming pretended to be shocked, he leaned over and stared at Gao Meijuan's enchanting face, then laughed: "Miss Gao, looks like you want me to massage you."

"You, just press." Gao Meijuan spat out with extreme reluctance.

Gao Meijuan's sexy red lips that were slightly tilted upwards, releasing a light aura, making people want to kiss her. Zhang Jinming was very close to her now. If he wasn't recording some bullsh * t program, he really would have had such an impulse.

"Alright, Miss Gao. I promise to serve you comfortably today." Zhang Jinming revealed a wretched smile.

Gao Meijuan was extremely annoyed in her heart, but she had no other choice. Zhang Jinming walked in front of her and slowly squatted down. Then, he gently placed his two hands on Gao Meijuan's knees.

"Zhang Jinming, you scoundrel, what do you want to do? Take your stinky hands away." Gao Meijuan suddenly screamed as if he had been electrocuted, and fiercely struck both of his hands down.

Zhang Jinming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was secretly surprised in his heart. Hey, why is this woman so sensitive? Damn it, it was as if the man had never done it before. Tsk, you really think you're Huang Hua's daughter.

"Miss Gao, in heaven and earth, I want to give you a massage. If you don't let me touch you, how am I supposed to massage you? "

The staff member at the side hurriedly said, "Director Zhang, don't mind me. It's just that our high host isn't very suitable for a man's massage."

Gao Meijuan wore an extremely ugly expression, her lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't. She only nodded slightly, agreeing to Zhang Jinming's massage.

Zhang Jinming carefully placed both his hands on top of her knees, afraid that she would suddenly attack again.

Gao Meijuan's legs were extremely soft. Even though they were separated by a layer of stockings, Zhang Jinming could still feel how long and smooth her beautiful legs were.

"Zhang Jinming, what are you touching, do you want to massage or not?" Gao Meijuan's face was filled with disgust, as she impatiently urged them forward. Actually, ever since she became a host, although she had been pursued by many people, she had never set her eyes on those men. And now, it was her first time being touched by a man. Moreover, this man was a smelly man that she disliked a lot.

Zhang Jinming said with a smile, "Don't be in such a hurry, I'm just going to look for the touch first."

As he spoke, Zhang Jinming pressed down on Gao Meijuan's legs that were slanted to the right, and then pulled them apart.

"You, what are you trying to do?" Gao Meijuan's expression was filled with panic. She instinctively closed his legs and used one hand to block between his legs.

Zhang Jinming rolled his eyes at her, then chuckled, "Miss Gao, I want to massage, so naturally I have to straighten your legs."

Gao Meijuan grabbed Zhang Jinming's collar angrily, and shouted angrily: "Zhang, if you dare do anything out of line, be careful, I won't forgive you."

Zhang Jinming laughed, "Don't worry Miss Gao, I promise I will make you feel good."

Following the order of the staff member, Gao Meijuan reluctantly forced out a difficult smile, "Next, we will need to invite Director Zhang to demonstrate his massage techniques on the spot. Everyone, take a good look."

Gao Meijuan said as she aimed the camera at Zhang Jinming.

Zhang Jinming separated Gao Meijuan's legs a little. Even though she was very unwilling, he still separated her legs, exposing his beauty.

Zhang Jinming noticed the mysterious spring light at the end of Gao Meijuan's legs with just a glance. His sexy black underwear was hidden behind his stockings.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to concentrate, and immediately began massaging.

Zhang Jinming's hands moved from Gao Meijuan's feet all the way to her thighs. Of course, every time it neared the end of her thighs, he would stop himself before Gao Meijuan could even stop himself.

Gao Meijuan only felt that Zhang Jinming's hands were like slippery loaches that were swimming in his body. She only felt itchy and couldn't feel anything else.

However, as Zhang Jinming massaged deeper, Gao Meijuan experienced a feeling she had never experienced before. She felt her body heat up, as if thousands of ants were biting at her sensitive parts.

Unconsciously, Gao Meijuan found it hard to sit still. She massaged his chest unconsciously with one hand and twisted her legs slightly. At the same time, she pressed her other hand against his chest.

Her breathing became more rapid, her face flushed. She squeezed out a few words, "Zhang Jinming, you, what did you do to me?"