The air in the hospital room became incredibly high, and the atmosphere was more subtle than ever, and I swear, I haven't experienced such a strange atmosphere in twenty-two years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The atmosphere was so weird that it made me nervous, and I thought I would say something to break the tension.

"Hehe, just now...... I accidentally pressed the ...... Hehe...... Other...... Don't mind, I didn't press the bad ......."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that it was even more inappropriate, so I might as well not say it, so I added: "This...... The right leg is pressed, is the left leg still pressed?"

I thought he would say no, and from then on completely put my status as a non-professional masseuse into the cold palace, then I finally got amnesty.

"Twenty centimeters below the position just now, more than one centimeter, the debt will be restored to 50,000 yuan!"

Uh, I didn't understand at all.

"I said that you are only allowed to press 20 centimeters below the position just now, and if you exceed one centimeter, the debt will be restored to 50,000 yuan! ”

He repeated it again.

This time I understood, but it made me a little depressed, and his boss really thought I was a woman-hooligan, as if I was willing to press up.

"Yes!"

I said yes weakly, and went around to the other side of the bed, ready to continue working on my left leg.

I was facing away from him when I pressed my right leg just now, but now when I press my left leg, I can see him sitting on the sofa when I look up, and I press it hard while secretly slashing him with the arrow of my gaze.

He sat down on the sofa again, and picked up the magazine he had just thrown away, but he hadn't seen him turn a page of the magazine for a long time in his hand. When I thought about it like this, I felt that my mood was suddenly a little low, and subconsciously in order to avoid this inexplicable depression, I decided to change my guess, that is, the boss did not pay much attention to the magazine, maybe all his attention was quietly spying on me, after all, it was related to his innocence and economic problems.

I couldn't help but wonder if the boss wanted me to press up into a range of 20 centimeters to fine me, or did he not want me to press up for fear that I would play a rogue on him?

What a curious question.

After all, my hand did not cross the line, not only did it not enter the range of 20 centimeters, but I even stopped at a distance of 20 centimeters.

I'm not very good at math, but luckily I used to measure the length of my palm to fifteen centimeters, so I didn't dare to go any further than about two palms long.

To be honest, when massaging this left leg, I was much more nervous than when I pressed my right leg just now, and when I pressed my right leg, I regarded my right leg as a white dough that could be used for me to knead and torture, and I didn't take into account that this was a male human leg problem, but after the boss's big strict regulations just now, I couldn't think of white dough when massaging my left leg, and I couldn't even help but want to move up, I swear, I really didn't want to play - hooligan, I just couldn't help it the more I wanted to control it, fortunately, Zhang Yi wore a hospital gown, otherwise I thought I would have to have a long needle eye。

I finally pressed it so-so, but I didn't know that the boss of the turtle hair was not satisfied, I shook my sore arm, and looked at Zhang Yi flatteringly, uh, the boss's magazine hasn't turned the page yet.

"Boss, I'm done pressing, oops, my arm is so sore, if I press it a little longer, it will break. ”

I deliberately shook my arms harder and harder, trying to get a little sympathy.

The boss turned a deaf ear to my pleas for sympathy, and at last he looked away from the magazine, which had not been turned a page, and only looked up at the clock, which was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and he threw the magazine on the coffee table and stood up.

"Let's go, when is your mom cooking dinner? Let's go home for dinner!"

Then he didn't even look at me, and walked out the door coolly, and it was the same again, and he walked through himself without opening the door.

"Hey, wait for me!"

I quickly picked up my bag and glanced at Zhang Yi on the hospital bed again, this guy didn't sleep too peacefully, I grimaced at him, and pointed at him with my finger, "Hmph, you are too ruthless, too indifferent, too unreasonable!"

The guy on the hospital bed was still motionless, and after I finished talking about Aunt Qiong Yao's classic scolding, I felt a sense of pleasure of revenge against a certain ghost, and I kindly helped him cover the quilt before leaving, and then rushed to the door.

As I walked, I remembered what a ghost said, "Go home for dinner," and well, he said pretty smoothly, that guy wouldn't be like a small plate, and he would have been on my family's food ever since.

When I passed the door of the ward, the nurse greeted me very warmly, and when I approached her, she made a V-sign gesture to me.

"Miss Liu's victory, Ai Keke's face was ugly when she left, keep coming on, I'm optimistic about you, I can't see Ai Keke's high virtue, Zhang Shao became like this, she was the victim, and she was embarrassed to visit. ”

I'm really sure that the nurse sister must have misunderstood something, I told her to leave in a very friendly atmosphere with Ai Keke, and what does she think of me? I don't know how to explain it to the nurse sister, so I have to smile at her reluctantly, and then quickly walk past her, Zhang Yi's ghost has already walked far away, I don't know if he heard the nurse's words, what will he think.

Out of the hospital gate, Zhang Yi finally stopped and waited for me, I looked at the direction of the bus stop on the right side of the hospital, and then looked at the taxi stop on the left, hesitated, remembered the boss Dada's warning to me before, or ready to take a taxi.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a few steps, I was stopped by Zhang Yi.

"Let's take the bus. ”

I looked at him in amazement, didn't he hate taking the bus?

"It's also fun to take the bus. ”

He shrugged his shoulders and walked coolly towards the bus stop, and for a moment, I seemed to see that his face was a little unnatural.

I followed him, wondering where he found it interesting to take the bus, whether it was to see everyone huddle together, or the two of us? When I thought of me and him huddled together on the bus, my mind inevitably remembered the kiss that I didn't know if it was a kiss or not, and our bodies that fused together.

Suddenly, I also thought it was a lot of fun to take the bus.