Bao Hong hurriedly explained: "I bought you in a hurry last time, it didn't fit too well, and when you called me a few days ago, I bought a few sets again!"

Bao Hong didn't tell Wang Peng that the reason why she wanted to change to a new one was not because it didn't fit, she was also a bitter child, and she was independent very early, how could she not even buy the wrong size.

In fact, the main reason is that Wang Peng spent the night here twice, and when he got up in the morning, he was entangled with Wei Rou, so in her heart, she always felt that there was a taste of Wei Rou on it, which made her not very comfortable.

The relationship between her and Wei Rou is not only a colleague and best friend, but now there is an additional layer of relationship.

With a little excitement and nervousness, Wang Peng walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes and pants.

After carefully rubbing the mud stick, Wang Pengbo couldn't wait to come out, hearing the movement, Bao Hong hurriedly put down the professional books in his hand, hung his little head shyly, and walked to the bathroom.

At the moment when she rubbed shoulders with Wang Peng, her face was crimson, and she glanced at Wang Peng, and her eyes were full of emotions.

Bao Hong and Wang Peng are different, after entering the bathroom, waiting, waiting, waiting, and not coming out for a long time.

Wang Peng was bored looking at the TV channel, but now, where will there be a variety reality show that sweeps all satellite TV like ten years later, there is nothing to watch at all!

It's a pity that Bao Hong doesn't have a computer here, otherwise it's okay to go on the Internet and chat for a day, I haven't been to a group chat for a long time, no, it should be that since he came back to this life, Wang Peng hasn't chatted again.

If it's okay to just rest, but if he comes to live once in a while, and doesn't have a big TV or a computer, then how can he stay.

Change, change, change, Wang Peng thought dissatisfied, tomorrow I will take the time to match Bao Hong with a computer, as well as pull the network cable, well, and change to a big TV.

He didn't care if this dormitory, which was only about twenty square meters, could accommodate these things.

"Sir, do you need a loose bone massage? Here is the most beautiful technician, the most professional service, you are satisfied!" was thinking about it, Bao Hong's playful voice came.

Looking back, alas, I originally thought that Bao Hong should be dressed very homely, that is, the kind of informal home, but who would have thought that Bao Hong was wearing a tightly wrapped winter robe.

"Do you also know massage?" asked Wang Peng curiously.

"Of course, my family is a massage, don't get me wrong, it's not a mess, my father is blind, so he prescribes a blind massage, a very authentic kind, I have been exposed to it since I was a child, and I will do it with both hands. ”

Bao Hong explained, but her tone was a little cautious, obviously worried that Wang Peng would look down on her.

"Then you hurry up and give Uncle two blows, hey, hey, don't say it, I'm very sore all over!"

What Bao Hong was worried about didn't happen at all, Wang Peng had already said it, sat upright, and signaled that he would assess Bao Hong's actual level on the spot.

Wang Peng knew in his heart that he would tell him this, which showed that in Bao Hong's heart, Wang Peng had gradually ceased to be defended.

Bao Hong's technique is really professional, every stroke is right in the acupoint, especially the strength is also very appropriate, which makes Wang Peng feel comfortable for a while.

For massage, Wang Peng is more particular.

In his opinion, the purpose of massage is to relax the muscles and bones, and the quality of massage lies in whether the acupuncture points are recognized accurately, rather than simply trying to exert force.

But if you encounter a technician who can only use brute force, even if it is Wang Peng, who is very powerful, he will definitely stop the other party immediately, and if the force is too strong, it will hurt the body.

Wang Peng has even heard of several cases of going to the hospital for treatment because of this, and some have been disabled for life.

On the other hand, Bao Hong's small hands bring Wang Peng relaxation and comfort.

Wang Peng changed from sitting to lying on his stomach, and his shoulders and back needed more massage.

I haven't felt like this for a long time, and gradually, Wang Peng's snoring sounded, and he had fallen into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Bao Hong, who found it, did not stop, but kept pushing and holding it, and there was a voice in her heart, lingering in her ears, as long as Wang Peng was good, it was really good.

Wang Peng, who had lost his external consciousness, only felt fluttering and entered an inexplicable environment.

There's nothing here, but there's everything.

If you have to give a definition, then here, this feeling, Wang Peng is willing to call it "spring".

There must have been such a story about the name spring:

Before the "Book of Songs", before the "Book of Songs", and even before the Cangjie Character Creation.

When a little strong cow was chewing grass, it suddenly felt the juiciness of the blades of grass, a flying kite, suddenly felt the soaring, a hungry mouth, and suddenly felt the gurgling water.

When these feelings converge, all the feeling of life is amazed to name it all in a pleasant whisper.

So, spring was born and came.

The bird began to measure the sky, measuring the height and depth of the sky with its wings.

All the flowers, all the stamens, have been given to the toiling bee points.

All the trees, leave it to the wind to pamper.

And the wind, hand over to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves, to remember one by one, one by one.

Spring must be like this, through the lush Black Forest, the little strong cow wants to visit the spring that is hovering in the distant age.

The warm snow water in the morning sun flows down the sloping valley, melting the hard snow layer and beginning to break through the ice surface of the mountain stream.

The huge, frozen waterfall on the rock formations, is also in motion.

The sound of running water became louder and louder day by day, and finally it became a raging rush, rushing down the mountain and into the river.

The ice in the river cracked into pieces and flowed downwards in a clattering manner, and suddenly the surface of the river became wider, and the water rose and splashed, crashing against the boats that flowed downstream.

At this time, the swallows of spring flew back and forth, and the air was filled with the sound of their murmurs.

The new green grass is lying on the ground with a smile, like a love story with the little yellow flower of the dandelion with its head down.

From the water-soaked fields, a damp, fermented smell can be smelled everywhere.

Countless young green sprouts poked their heads out like the tips of needles, as if they were breathing there with their small mouths open, shining in the sun.

The willows begin to sprout, and in the spring breeze, they swing their soft branches.

On the branches of the peach trees in the garden, there are already budding buds waiting to be released.

In the woods, the joyful birds, flying freely and joyfully, and when they were happy, they hummed a crisp and melodious tune, expressing the happiness and joy in their hearts.

The warm spring breeze shone through the light, blowing the river, and the river was suddenly moved by a pleasant, beautiful sound.

(End of chapter)