Seeing Wang Bo's gloomy face, Zhong Jiahui couldn't bear to continue on this topic. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She saw that Wang Bo frowned, his face was tired, and she learned that the other party had only eaten not long ago, and he had drunk wine, at this time, I was afraid that he was very sleepy. Thinking of the last time the other party was in her bedroom, after pinching his head for him, the other party's sleepiness disappeared, and she was full of praise for her craftsmanship, so she almost didn't want to say: "Wang Bo, are you very sleepy?

Press the head?

Wang Bo opened his eyes, his sleepiness disappeared, and he suddenly thought of the last time he was in Zhong Jiahui's boudoir, the back of his head was pillowed on the other party's soft chest, Zhong Jiahui massaged her hard, and finally she was so tired that she was panting and sweating profusely, and her heart couldn't help but move a little.

"Jiahui, this ...... I'm a little sleepy, but it's so troublesome to ask you to give me a massage, and I was so embarrassed that I was tired and panting last time. Wang Bo yearned for it, but he still made an embarrassed look on his face.

"It's fine. I often press my mother's head now, and my skills have improved a lot, so I won't get tired. Besides, it's winter, it's warmer to do some hard work. Zhong Jiahui glanced at Wang Bo and pretended to be generous, but her heartbeat couldn't help but be a little faster.

"Ah, yes? I'll have to experience it, it's just a little too much trouble. Wang Bo buckled his scalp and said embarrassedly.

"It's not troublesome, what's the trouble?" said Zhong Jiahui, who was slightly red.

"Then ...... Thank you. But what should I do? Sitting or lying?" Wang Bo looked at Zhong Jiahui, whose cheeks turned red at some point, and asked with a smile, but his mood was inexplicably a little nervous. Wang Bo stood up and sat down on the sofa next to Zhong Jiahui.

The back of the fabric sofa was leaning against the partition, and Zhong Jiahui couldn't go around to the back of the sofa to press him. If Wang Bo is allowed to sit, Wang Bo's height is taller than her, and she is not easy to operate. It's not easy for her to stand up and press Wang Bo, because this booth is not fully enclosed after all, she has been standing, and it is easy to be noticed by people outside, although she doesn't feel that she massages Wang Bo is something unseemly, but if she can't be seen, don't let people see it.

"Why don't you lie on this couch?" said Zhong Jiahui, and then began to move his hips, until he retreated to the base of the wall next to him, and then stopped, leaving enough space for Wang Bo to lie down.

Zhong Jiahui's original intention was to let Wang Bo's upper body lie on the sofa, but Wang Bo lay down like this, perhaps because he didn't pay attention to the distance, but he pressed his head on one of her laps all of a sudden, as if it was a pillow.

And Wang Bo, until the back of his head came into contact with a soft strip, did he realize that he was lying in the wrong position, and he had the intention to move his butt to shrink his body, but he was afraid that Zhong Jiahui would misunderstand and make the other party think that he was deliberately taking advantage of her just now.

Moreover, the back of his head was pillowed on Zhong Jiahui's thigh, which was soft and comfortable, and Wang Bo was also a little reluctant. He thought that if Zhong Jiahui asked him to lie down, he would "raise his noble brain" and move his position again, if Zhong Jiahui didn't mind, he looked like a little family, not only hypocritical, but also could make Zhong Jiahui misunderstand and hurt the other party's heart.

After waiting for a few seconds, he didn't wait for the other party to let him "raise his noble brain", but waited for a pair of hands with a hint of coolness and aroma, and began to squeeze and press lightly on his head, Wang Bo dropped a little worry in his heart, and enjoyed the girl's gentle massage with peace of mind.

Of course, it's not completely peaceful. Even if you are a very good friend, this posture is too ambiguous. Wang Bo's heart is still a little "quite uncalm". On the one hand, he was naturally worried that Zhong Jiahui would think too much and convey additional information to the other party- After being reborn, he found that it was becoming more and more difficult to get along with the girls around him, the grasp of the distance, and the grasp of the scale, whether it was doing whatever he wanted, or being restrained, it seemed that he would eventually exceed the rules, either dragging the other party into the abyss with no future, or burying himself in it;

What Wang Bo didn't know was that when his head fell on Zhong Jiahui's thigh all of a sudden, Zhong Jiahui's body stiffened on the spot, and she didn't dare to move, as if it was not Wang Bo's head that fell on her thigh, but the head of some monster. The heartbeat increased, the body temperature increased, and everything showed an upward trend, so much so that after several seconds, Zhong Jiahui dared to put his hand on Wang Bo's head and start moving.

But slowly, looking at Wang Bo's eyes with his eyelids closed, the comfortable look on his face, and the tension in her heart pounding, she slowly relaxed, and began to massage Wang Bo seriously.

In addition to these three places, Zhong Jiahui also squeezed or pressed, or rubbed or kneaded, the strength was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes rapid, sometimes sluggish, bringing Wang Bo unprecedented comfort and showing the other party's skillful skills.

"Jiahui is really a virtuous and filial girl, and such a skillful skill must have been practiced on her mother's body I don't know how many times. Alas, I don't know which lucky guy will be cheaper in the future!" While enjoying Zhong Jiahui's careful massage, Wang Bo's heart let out a helpless sigh.

However, he was thinking about it.

Since the last time she massaged Wang Bo in her boudoir, Zhong Jiahui deliberately went to Xinhua Bookstore, bought a book on massage, and studied it seriously. And the target of honing her skills naturally fell on the head of her mother Wu Caixia. At one time, Wu Caixia also praised her girl for her filial piety, but considering the tension of her daughter's senior high school course and the hard work of studying, she didn't let her press it, and she didn't massage it so diligently. But Wu Caixia finally did not resist her daughter's insistence on using massage to relieve her migraine, and almost every week, she would enjoy her daughter's careful massage, which made Wu Caixia both moved and distressed.

Especially after learning that Wang Bo and Liang Ya broke up, Zhong Jiahui's practice on her mother became more diligent. If it weren't for Wu Caixia's resolute disagreement, she would have to press her mother every night.

Sometimes, Zhong Jiahui will also think in her heart, is she too stupid like this? No matter how well you practice your craft, what can you do? The last time I could press him, it was the right time and place, and in the future, will there be such an opportunity? Or even if there is, what can I change if I press it for him?

"He saved my life! He's getting more and more famous, and his business is getting bigger, and there's nothing I can do to help him. Being able to massage him and relieve his physical fatigue should be regarded as my insignificant reward. In the end, Zhong Jiahui, who has thought about it a lot, will always return to this starting point.

Wang Bo closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the different weights brought to him by the girl's pair of Qianqiansu hands, which were light, heavy, slow and urgent, and his mood also jumped and fluctuated with the strength and urgency of the girl's hands. In his last life, as a self-proclaimed "qualified" foreign trade salesman, he has enjoyed a lot of massages: Chinese, Thai, partial, full-body, clothed, undressed, oiled, and oily, which opened his eyes at the same time, but also very comfortable.

However, among all the female technicians who have massaged him, Zhong Jiahui is definitely the youngest, the best figure, the most beautiful, and the cleanest in terms of body/body to spirit.

Therefore, although the girl's skills are not very good in the eyes of Wang Bo, a well-informed person, the enjoyment brought to him, especially the spiritual enjoyment and spiritual impact, is the strongest and most "exciting"! Moreover, out of his admiration for the other party in his previous life, which is second only to Li Liangya, this massage is not only a massage, but also a kind of long-cherished wish to be comforted little by little. Wang Bo sighed over and over again in his heart, how can he be virtuous, and he is fortunate to let a girl like Jiahui serve him, like honoring her mother! In this life, even if nothing can happen to the other party, just like this, lying quietly on her lap, enjoying the breeze of the other party's ten fingers, and the gentleness of the spoon, that is enough!

That's enough!

With this feeling of gratitude and contentment, Wang Bo opened his eyes, but what he saw was a style that he had never experienced before:

She has a graceful curved chin, fair cheeks, a straight nose like a Western woman, a curved lips, and a neck that is not fully visible due to the turtleneck......

Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near. Wang Bo only felt that his mind "boomed", and something exploded, and he opened his mouth to spit out something that he had never said to the other party in his previous life.

"What's wrong, isn't it too heavy?" Zhong Jiahui lowered her head and said softly. Bursts of breath hit Wang Bo's face with the other party's words, hot, with the fragrance of tea and the girl's mixture, but it woke up Wang Bo, who was chaotic and had lost much reason.

Looking at the concerned expression and inquiring gaze of the girl in front of him, Wang Bo swallowed his saliva hard, stretched out his hands, gently patted the backs of the other party's two hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Jiahui......! A lot of progress. ”

"Really?" the girl smiled softly, the expression on her face happy and contented. (To be continued.) )