Lin Jing parked the car in the underground parking garage of the company building, turned off the engine, unbuckled the seat belt, and was just about to open the door and get out of the car, when Chen Zhihong, who was sitting in the back, spoke.

"Don't get out of the car yet, stay here for a while, and then get up later. ”

Lin Jing was puzzled, turned his face sideways, and looked at Chen Zhihong through the rearview mirror.

I saw Chen Zhihong leaning on the back seat with his head up, his eyes closed, and he reached out to rub his neck and shoulders.

And his always calm and calm face actually showed a trace of fatigue.

Lin Jing instantly understood.

Chen Zhihong needs a little time to rest.

But as long as he walks into the company's building, Chen Zhihong is not himself, he is Mr. Chen, the head of Dingsheng Group, in the eyes of outsiders, he is calm and calm, invincible, and even a god who does not need to rest.

It is only in the interval between work, like at this moment, in this dark underground garage, in this small carriage, that he can steal a moment of rest.

Thinking of this, Lin Jing felt a little sorry for Chen Zhihong.

People only know that they envy Chen Zhihong for being in a high position and being rich, but no one will pay attention to how much Chen Zhihong bears behind his high position and wealth.

She saw Chen Zhihong kneading his neck, and couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Chen, otherwise, I'll help you pinch your shoulders." ”

Hearing this, Chen Zhihong opened his eyes, looked at Lin Jing, and did not speak.

Lin Jing was inexplicably a little flustered by Chen Zhihong's eyes, and suddenly felt that the space in this carriage was so small that it was breathless.

She wanted to suppress this inexplicable emotion, so she hurriedly smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, I used to always pinch my grandmother's shoulder, and my technique was very good." ”

"Good. Chen Zhihong responded.

Lin Jing got the order, opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat, got into the back seat, and let Chen Zhihong lean to the side, while she sat sideways behind Chen Zhihong.

She first rubbed her hands to warm her palms, then reached out and began to knead Chen Zhihong's shoulders, with varying strength and weight, so that it was the most comfortable.

In the dark and small space, Lin Jing and Chen Zhihong were very close, they could hear each other's breathing, and they could also feel each other's body temperature, and the atmosphere became a little ambiguous inexplicably.

Chen Zhihong has always been a calm person, and the first one who couldn't bear it was naturally Lin Jing.

Her heart was a little messy, and she regretted it a little, feeling that she was really digging a hole for herself to jump.

So, she had nothing to say: "Mr. Chen, I crumpled your shirt, and I have to change it in a while." ”

"Hmm. Chen Zhihong enjoyed it very much, and there was a rare hint of laziness in his voice, and he said: "It's okay, there is a change of clothes in the bedroom of the office suite." ”

This topic is too short, Lin Jing thought about it, and began to tell Chen Zhihong folk anecdotes, those stories were told to her by her grandmother when she was a child.

Chen Zhihong probably thought that Lin Jing's story was quite interesting, and he never interrupted Lin Jing, and made a "um" from time to time in response to it.

Lin Jing pinched Chen Zhihong's shoulders while telling stories non-stop.

When it comes to massage and talking, it's really physical work.

Especially when talking, chatting is fine, there is a break between a paragraph and a paragraph, if you talk continuously, it is really tiring.

If you don't believe me, you can give it a try.

Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Lin Jing's body, and a touch of blush appeared on her neck and face because of the increase in body temperature.

She couldn't help but unbutton the cufflinks of her shirt, and even the buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, and she suddenly felt much more comfortable.

Chen Zhihong noticed Lin Jing's movements, turned around and said, "Okay, it's true, it's good, it's hard for you." It's not early, let's go up. ”

"Well, Mr. Chen is too polite. Lin Jing said, and reached for the car door.