Is this the end of my life?

Seeing Zhao Ying's body trembling because of his anger, Xia Xing also knew that he was a little too much today, so he quickly sat up straight and snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

Xia Xing, who watched the scene in front of him, was also puzzled for a while, and couldn't help but be attracted by this guy's curiosity, not knowing what Xia Xing was going to do.

In his stunned, Xia Xing actually stood up and came to the back, a pair of big hands gently fell on her shoulders, the strange stimulation made Zhao Ying's heart beat wildly, and he was just about to dodge but heard Xia Xing's gentle voice: "You are busy and tired enough, especially in front of the computer, it is not good for the cervical spine for a long time, I will give you a massage and relax." ”

Zhao Ying's body slammed suddenly, thinking that she had misheard, but at this time, Xia Xing had already kneaded her shoulders and neck skillfully, not light or heavy, and there was a slight soreness, but it was not obvious, on the contrary, it made her feel comfortable and wanted to hum lightly.

This guy is really massaging himself.

Zhao Ying's brain was blank, and her heart was also in a mess, and she didn't know how to vent her anger at Xia Xing with the soreness that came from her neck and shoulders.

Xia Xing's technique is skillful, he has never massaged anyone, even Guo Jia and Hu Na have never enjoyed this kind of high treatment, but just at that moment, when he saw Zhao Yingqi's face pale and trembling, his heart felt distressed, and he didn't know why he came to this kind of behavior.

In fact, he doesn't know how to massage, but because of his time as a soldier and the special experience of that period of time, he has a deep understanding of the structure of the human body, and understands the acupuncture points on the human body and the role of each acupuncture point better than ordinary massage masters.

Xia Xing suddenly increased the force in his hand, and at the same time reminded: "Relax your body, don't be nervous, this is not good for the massage effect." ”

"Ah...... You tap ......" Zhao Ying, who felt a sharp swelling and pain, let out a soft snort. The originally blank brain also recovered his thoughts, but he was even more confused by what was happening in front of him, especially this Xia Xing would take the initiative to massage his shoulders and neck.

What is Xia Xing's purpose in doing this?

Just when she was thinking nonsense, Xia Xing had already finished the action in her hand, sat on the sofa opposite again, took out a cigarette and looked at Zhao Ying and lit it again with a smile, the appearance of the hippie smile was still disgusting, it seemed that the person who asked and massaged herself just now was not him.

"How do you feel now, isn't it much more comfortable?" Xia Xing leaned comfortably on the sofa, he didn't massage for too long, but he believed that the effect of his massage was definitely more significant than the massage of the so-called massage master.

Zhao Ying's eyes widened, and she said incredulously: "How can you massage?" She shook her neck slightly, and there was a faint soreness, but it was obviously much more comfortable than before, as if it was really more flexible than before.

"I learned it when I was a soldier. Xia Xing smiled indifferently.

"Really?" Zhao Ying looked at him suspiciously, in her eyes, Xia Xing at this time was full of mystery, and she remembered Guo Jia's words to herself again, and couldn't help asking: "Xia Xing, can you tell me which one you are the real one." ”

Now Zhao Ying is really in turmoil, the man in front of her is a scoundrel bastard who makes her feel disgusted, and domineering makes her feel scared, but being gentle makes her want to cry, which one is the real Xia Xing.

"I'm who I am, what's really fake. Xia Xing's eyes flashed with imperceptible sadness as he spoke, and he stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

Zhao Ying sat on the sofa, her eyes rolling, thinking about how to get Xia Xing to take off her disguise and see what this guy's true face was, and what he was hiding?

Why do you give yourself a different feeling every time?

After thinking about it for more than half a time, Zhao Ying didn't come up with a countermeasure, and in desperation, she turned off the TV and came to the study, knowing that she still had an important meeting, and the materials needed had not yet been prepared.

Sitting at the desk, she was still thinking about the scene where Xia Xing gave herself a massage just now, Zhao Ying herself didn't know what was going on, it wasn't like this before, but now it's different, Xia Xing often affects her mood and mood, and the moment he massages herself, she feels happiness from the bottom of her heart.

Xia Xing's lazy voice suddenly came: "It's not good for your health to work overtime so late." ”

The sudden sound frightened Zhao Ying's heart, and she turned her head, but saw that Xia Xing didn't know when he came out of the bedroom, wearing only a pair of big pants, and he was smiling and leaning against the door frame and looking at himself, as if he was smiling.

"I have a meeting ahead of me and some materials have to be prepared. Zhao Ying hurriedly retracted her gaze and looked at the document, even she didn't know what was going on, and when she saw Xia Xing, she actually felt that her heart was weak, as if she was afraid that this guy would be unhappy.

"Oh, then you're busy, but don't take too long, I'll go to sleep first. To Zhao Ying's surprise, Xia Xing did not make trouble unreasonably or entangled, and walked into the bathroom after finishing speaking, and after a while, he came out wet and returned to the room, and there was no sound.

This guy.

Originally, Zhao Ying thought that Xia Xing would bully herself because of her overtime, and she was ready to resist, but at this time, when she saw this guy go back so sensibly, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and a trace of disappointment at the same time.

Could it be that I was still addicted to being beaten by this guy, why did I feel disappointed?

Zhao Ying was taken aback by her strange emotions.

This night was Xia Xing's most comfortable sleep, because he was tired and half-dead because of Guo Jia's goblin, he slept directly until nine o'clock in the morning, and when he came out, he found that Zhao Ying had already gone to work, but there was a breakfast in the thermos box on the coffee table, two fried eggs and a bowl of preserved egg lean porridge, at this time, Zhao Ying was the only food she could cook after studying cooking hard, but it was already cold because the time was too long.

Xia Xing didn't care at all, he had eaten all the unpalatable and hard food, not to mention the two cold fried eggs and preserved egg lean porridge, and there was not even a single residue left for breakfast in three or two bites, I had to, Zhao Ying didn't learn other cooking skills, and the fried eggs were good.