I have had an experience of massage, and this time I am much more proficient when pressed, of course, my so-called proficiency is just knocking and kneading and kneading on Zhang Yi's body, and there is no rule to follow, fortunately, Zhang Yi probably doesn't feel it, whether it is light or heavy, comfortable or uncomfortable, he maintains a peaceful demeanor with his eyes closed, and I even pinched him a few times quietly, and he didn't even frown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To be honest, looking at him like this, I still feel very uncomfortable, although the hospital is sure that there is no problem with his body, but he just can't wake up, he really looks like he is asleep, and it looks like the movie has been pressed the pause button, the remote control is gone, and I don't know when I can continue to play.

Fortunately, it can also be run in another way, I looked at the boss who was typing on the laptop keyboard at this time, (for convenience, Zhang Yi's soul is called the boss, and the body is called Zhang Yi), and suddenly I was a little lucky, in case he didn't have an out-of-body experience on the day of the accident, and if he became a vegetative person like many people in the world who had accidents, what should I do? I seemed to just think about that possibility, and I felt so uncomfortable that my heart felt like a big stone was pressed, and I couldn't relax for a while.

"You looked at me so affectionately when I wasn't looking, I thought you couldn't help but want to insult me. ”

Well, my discomfort was cut in half by his words.

Does this ghost have eyes behind it? How do you know I'm looking at him? Moreover, people are not affectionate at all, right? Sympathy! Sympathy! Sympathy!

I withdrew my gaze, and with a little dark psychology, I increased my strength a little more.

When massaging the legs, I remembered the twenty centimeter distance prescribed when I massaged him last time, and I couldn't help but look at the forbidden area, and the sight just touched me as if I was electrocuted and quickly took it back, it was like a thief's heart, and at the same time, my face was a little feverish, and I felt funny, but the boss didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and suddenly coughed lightly at this time.

I think this forbidden area is too eye-catching, Zhang Yi in the summer didn't have anything on his body, and probably because it was banned, the more my eyes would be involuntary, what effect this is called, I don't know.

I suddenly thought of a way, looked around the room, no, and ran to open the wardrobe, probably there is no one living here, the wardrobe is empty, I simply ran out, rushed to the room on the right where I put my luggage, found a nightdress in my suitcase, I ran back and put the nightdress on Zhang Yi's body, the size of the nightdress was just enough to cover his waist and the twenty centimeters.

I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, very proud of my cleverness, and then continued to knead and knead Zhang Yi's body, and my psychological state was really much better, because out of sight is clean, and my mother no longer has to worry about me peeking too much and getting needle eyes.

It's just that the boss suddenly floated over and frowned at my pajamas covering him, a very cute hellokitty wearing a big red flower on it.

I thought he would have some opinions, but I didn't expect him to watch silently for a while, and then silently floated back to the computer.

It took a long time for his voice to be heard.

"Actually...... It doesn't have to be 20 centimeters, you can do it yourself. ”

Me: "......"

Of course, I didn't do it myself, but because of his words, my mental state finally got better, and it seems to have changed back, and even increased a little bit.

I pretended to be casual and continued to massage, but the previous kneading turned into a thrashing, as if this could slightly ease my embarrassment at this time, yes, since the boss just thoughtfully canceled the twenty centimeter limit, I feel that the atmosphere in this room is extremely weird, and it seems to have some more ingredients, originally I didn't feel anything when I massaged before, but now my hands touch Zhang Yi's body, as if they are touching the burning soldering iron, and it is very hot.

Time seemed to pass much slower than usual, and when the light in the room dimmed, I realized that my stomach was already growling.

Then I found a very real problem.

There are only me and the boss in this house, as well as Zhang Yi, when I came in by car today, it took at least five minutes for the car to drive here from the gate of the villa, there seem to be a few restaurants outside the villa, but we don't have a car now, even if there is a car, I won't drive, how to solve our dinner?

However, the boss is still focused in front of the computer, and he doesn't seem to think about the problem of eating at all, thinking about the miserable days in the future, if I want to live here for a while, I think unbalancedly, it doesn't matter if he eats or not, I can't stand hunger as a mortal.

"Boss ......"

"Hmm. ”

"Are you hungry?"

"Ghosts never go hungry. ”

“......”

I'm speechless staring at the back of the boss.,Why is he sensitive when he usually touches the grass.,But when he needs to be sensitive, he's slow to react?

I feel depressed and resentful, whether it is as a boss who wants to uncover the rules of female employees, or an ambiguous male friend who wants to eat some ambiguous-ambiguous female friends from time to time, this ghost Mr. is very unqualified, and even lacks basic care.

"Boss ......"

"Hmm. ”

"I'm hungry. ”

The boss finally turned around, blinked, and smiled.

"I'm hungry too. ”

Didn't he just say that ghosts will never be hungry? It's only been two minutes, and his attitude has become too fast, right?

"Did I forget to tell you that you still have a job to do here?"

I had a strong sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, he then said, "There's food downstairs, can you go and make dinner for the two of us?"

"But...... I've never cooked. ”

He was visibly stunned, seemingly surprised.

"But your mother is so good at cooking. ”

I'm a little devastated, who stipulates that mothers can cook, and when they are daughters, they must also cook, is this also genetic? I finally understand what he has in mind now, no wonder he doesn't shout to eat today, it turns out that he is waiting for me to automatically enter the trap.

"Well, go cook, you can't ask a ghost to cook, and besides, I'm ...... boss。 ”

Yes, has anyone ever seen a ghost who can cook? Of course, you may have seen a boss cook for a female employee, because the boss wanted to sneak a female employee, but there are exceptions, and I am the one who is more sad to be the exception.

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