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"Xiaobo, it's time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Cheng Wenjin, who had changed into a yellow casual T-shirt and white women's shorts, stood at the door of Wang Bo's bedroom and knocked on the door with her fingers.

Wang Bo was leaning on the bed to read a book, and after hearing the words, he put down the book and got out of bed, walked to Cheng Wenjin, touched his head, and said a little embarrassed: "Sister, this, it's really too troublesome for you, otherwise, tonight...... Only...... Forget it. Every massage, especially this time at night, will make Cheng Wenjin tired and panting, and his face is covered with dense sweat. Wang Bo was so reluctant that he had to be polite every time, although it was useless.

"How can that be done?" Cheng Wenjin put one hand on his waist and glared at him coquettishly, "The coach said that you have a lot of exercise now, and you are comparable to a professional athlete." Professional athletes have masseurs to massage, although Auntie I don't have the skills of a professional masseuse, but after so many times of practice, it is still possible to barely be strong, right? Do you think that Auntie's skills are not good, and you want to find someone else to help you press it? Or do you want to go to the foot washing city?" Cheng Wenjin pursed her lips and smiled, teasing.

This "accusation" is so serious that Wang Bo dared to take it, so he immediately shook his head and said, "Where, sister! Your craftsmanship is much better than those aunts in Footwashing City......!" I'm afraid I'm tired of you. "Wang Bo told the truth, there was still one sentence in his heart that he didn't say, that is, the technicians of the whole foot washing city combined, they can't compare to a finger of yours.

"How tired can you be? No matter how tired you are, you won't be tired! Come here, you will start school in seven or eight days, and when you want Auntie and I to press it for you, you won't have that chance-" Cheng Wenjin glanced at Wang Bo, dragged out a long tail note, and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

The best place to do this kind of full body massage is actually to lie on the bed, just like a Thai or Chinese massage in a massage parlor, whether it is the person who is massaging or the person being massaged. But based on a subtle tacit understanding, neither Cheng Wenjin nor Wang Bo mentioned that conversation, and they always lay on the fabric sofa in the living room to press him.

Wang Bo followed Cheng Wenjin to the living room. The cushions on the fabric sofa in the living room have been removed. Wang Bo took off his T-shirt, lay down on the soft sofa, closed his eyes, and began to prepare for the wonderful massage journey that followed—a technique that could only be regarded as ordinary, but the impact on the soul and spirit surpassed all the massages he had experienced in his previous life, whether it was meat or vegetarian presses. This is also the biggest reason why Wang Bo faced Cheng Wenjin's attentive service, although he said a few kind words from time to time, but in fact, he was always ruthless and resolutely refused the other party.

Cheng Wenjin sat on Wang Bo's waist with half of his buttocks, bowed slightly, and Qianqiansu put his hand on his shoulder, or according to the steps when he was in the club, he pressed his shoulder first.

"Is the strength appropriate, Xiao Bo? If it's not enough, tell me!" During the massage, Cheng Wenjin would ask Wang Bo how he felt from time to time and adjust his strength. For Wang Bo, the other party's hands that seemed to be broken if he broke them lightly were actually not interesting, and they were like tickling compared to the club's professional massage technicians, but Wang Bo couldn't bear to let Cheng Wenjin work hard, and always said "yes" and "okay".

Cheng Wenjin is also a person who is very good at observing words and feelings, and after listening to Wang Bo's "yes" and "okay", tonight, she suddenly realized that her strength was too light for a boy. So there is only afterburner in hand.

As soon as you increase the force, the load on the body naturally becomes heavier. So, ten minutes later, Wang Bo lying on the sofa could already hear a deliberately suppressed gasp, although the other party was very careful not to let himself hear, but now the living room is elegant and quiet, only him, a slightly louder voice, will come into Wang Bo's ears. The other party did not tell him, and Wang Bo also knew that Cheng Wenjin finally discovered the little secret of his lying.

Wang Bo turned over slightly, looked up at Cheng Wenjin who was sitting next to him, and saw the woman's little face red, the two delicate noses opened and closed, and the chest also rose and fell more obviously, looking tired.

"Sister, you can rest for a while...... Also, your strength is too great to ...... It can be lighter. Wang Bo looked at Cheng Wenjin and said.

"It's because my strength was too small before, right?" Cheng Wenjin straightened the hair around his ears, exhaled, and glanced at Wang Bo with disgust, "You too, tell me if your strength is small? Are you still afraid of tiring me? What is it tiring to do this thing? I think at the beginning, I only married you Uncle Liang for a few years, and every time I was busy with farming, I went to the countryside to plant rice and threshing under the thunder and fire and the sun, and that was called tired." ”

Hearing that Cheng Wenjin, a graceful and luxurious woman with a demeanor no less than that of any big star, had actually gone to the farmland, Wang Bo was really a little shocked, and subconsciously said, "Sister, you ...... You've ever been in the farmland, huh?"

"Hmph, you look down on people, don't you? Auntie, I seem to be the kind of person who 'doesn't work hard and doesn't divide the grains'?" Cheng Wenjin stretched out his index finger and pressed it on Wang Bo's forehead, snorted dissatisfiedly, and the expression on his face fell into some kind of memory, " At that time, it was also the first time I went to the field, the first time I experienced the hardships of farmers, the difficulty of life, and at the same time, I also came into contact with another vast world that I had never been in contact with before. Cheng Wenjin smiled, his face full of contemplation.

Wang Bo didn't want Cheng Wenjin to recall her past with another man, even if that man was dead, he would feel uncomfortable. Wang Bo directly grabbed Cheng Wenjin's right hand in his hand and shook it - this was also his habitual action when he and Cheng Wenjin stayed alone, and said excitedly: "Sister, since you like to be close to nature, the next time we go to SH, we will change half of the garden of the Wang Mansion into a vegetable garden, okay? When the time comes, plant green onions, ginger, garlic, radish, and cabbage...... In the future, when cooking at home, a lot of seasonings and side dishes can be picked directly in the vegetable garden, we don't use pesticides, we don't use chemical fertilizers, completely natural green food, how beautiful?"

Wang Bo's "Real Estate Division" has invested in more than 60 sets of real estate in the four first-tier cities of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, as well as several second-tier cities such as Ningcheng, Hangzhou, Rongcheng and HN Island. She is a minister, and she is rightly deserved. Among the more than 60 properties, except for the villa named "Wang Mansion" by Wang Bo in the Modu HK District, the others are basically rented out. Wang Bo, Cheng Wenjin, Fang You, including relatives and friends from the Quartet, will be arranged in the Wang Mansion when they go to the magic capital. However, the Wang Mansion is empty most of the time, and it is usually taken care of by Cheng Wenjin's fourth sister, who regularly asks housekeeping staff to come over to do cleaning, or ask her husband Qing Shengbin to come over to prune the flowers and plants in the xhy area. Cheng Wenxuan's husband likes gardening, but the small balcony of his house can't put a few pots of flowers and plants, and Qing Shengbin is useless as a hero. Later, when she heard that her wife was going to ask a gardener to fix the garden for her boss, she volunteered. After going, facing the five hundred square lawns and gardens in front and back, purple and red, green grass, Qing Shengbin was completely shocked, and immediately said to his wife that as long as he was allowed to wander in the sea of flowers, he would do it for nothing if he didn't give money. Of course, Wang Bo would not let Cheng Wenjin's fourth brother-in-law do it for nothing, and gave the other party a salary of 100 yuan.

"Change it to a vegetable garden?" Cheng Wenjin's beautiful eyes lit up, and the two huge gardens of the Wang Mansion immediately flashed in his mind, "It's not impossible to set aside a piece of land in the back garden as a vegetable garden, but you don't stay in the magic capital for more than ten days a year, even if all the vegetables in the field are ripe, you don't have that bite to eat!" Cheng Wenjin said with a smile.

"We don't have time to eat, so we can let grandpa and grandpa, as well as your sister-in-law and sister-in-law, go and pick them! Also, last time, didn't grandpa envy the rural people's self-reserved land, saying that they could not only grow vegetables, but also work and exercise, get close to nature, kill two birds with one stone, and the city people will not have that blessing." Let's set up a vegetable plot, if grandma and grandpa want to farm, they can also experience it. For the elderly, proper exercise has only benefits, not harms. ”

Cheng Wenjin was attracted by Wang Bo's narrative, and slowly introduced a picture of three generations in the same house in her mind: her parents working in the vegetable field, she holding a kettle to water the flowers and plants, and the children swinging on the nearby swings, shedding strings of hearty and cheerful laughter. At this time, a sunset burst out of the clouds, covering the entire backyard, vegetable patch, garden, and people inside, all with a layer of dazzling gold, just like the streamer in the dream.

Thinking like this, Cheng Wenjin was a little stupid. Wang Bo didn't disturb Cheng Wenjin's thoughts, just grabbed the other party's little hand, quietly experiencing the delicacy and softness that he couldn't get tired of grabbing, and felt the quiet like poetry.

Cheng Wenjin quickly came to his senses and shook his head. The picture that Wang Bo had just described to him had obviously had a lot of influence on her psyche. But is that possible? Himself, his parents, his sister, and his elder brother, all stay in his villa, what is it like? Don't the people around him gossip? If Xiaoya is with him, the two of them will talk about marriage in the future, but it will be a family. But Xiaoya has broken up with him and has become an ordinary classmate, and now she is one of his agents and assistants, and she has no other relationship, so why should she take advantage of his advantages?

With a gloomy sigh, Cheng Wenjin suddenly found that her hand was caught by the little ghost again, and it was also interlocked with her own hand, holding it tightly, just like lovers often do.

Cheng Wenjin's heart immediately beat violently, and a strong strangeness popped up in his heart. Cheng Wenjin subconsciously quickly shook off Wang Bo's hand, as if it was not a boy's palm holding her, but a red-hot soldering iron!

However, after shaking off Wang Bo's hand, she found that her movements were exaggerated and allergic, a little "there is no silver three hundred taels here", and quickly changed the topic and said: "Okay! You are still in Rongcheng now, but you are worried about it." Let's lie on my stomach. Hurry up and finish your massage, I still have a few more phone calls. After speaking, Cheng Wenjin patted Wang Bo on the shoulder and pressed him face down on the sofa again.

And this "snap" reshoot made Cheng Wenjin's heart jump again, and his face began to flush at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and soon spread to the root of his ears. She thought of the "flirting and scolding" after she met her husband in the past, and the pat on the shoulder of this little ghost just now was so similar?

But, he ...... He's not Jingquan, he's your daughter's ex-boyfriend!" Cheng Wenjin closed his eyes, his swan-like neck raised, and let out a silent lament. (To be continued.) )