Yan Minghua's office is the one that Zheng Wuming used before, but whether it is furniture, office supplies or decoration, Yan Minghua has completely changed it.

I didn't like the decoration style of the office, and I smashed it and redecorated it. I didn't like the style of furniture, I threw it away and bought a new one, and the office supplies were used by dead people, and I didn't use them, so I threw them all into the garbage heap. It can be said that except for the room and the room, everything else has changed drastically.

"Lang Fei, it's too Lang Fei." Yan Murong looked at the flowers that Yan Minghua bought from Christie's auction house for 30 million US dollars and was said to be Van Gogh hanging on the wall, and he was very distressed - that guy was mentally ill, and his paintings were still abstract, unless he was also mentally ill, it was really difficult to understand the meaning of his paintings.

"You know the." Yan Minghua scolded with a smile, pointed to the piano music playing in the speaker, and said. "This is a piece of Beethoven, you see, he is deaf, and he can make such a piece, and in the same way, Van Gogh has one less ear, and he can paint such a beautiful picture - the highest level of an artist is madness, which is very worthy of the title of the female devil of mine. You say, what should I hang if I don't hang Van Gogh's paintings? Do you want you to write me a prescription and hang it up? ”

"You can hang some posters of celebrities." Hearing Yan Minghua's explanation that was not in tune at all, Yan Murong couldn't cry or laugh a little. "Now there are ten young and beautiful girls on the street, and nine of them are brain-dead fans of a certain star, you can learn from them."

"What do I use to learn from them?" Yan Minghua sneered and said. "Those are some little hairy girls who have not yet developed, who don't study well all day long, holding cigarettes and dyeing yellow hair, as if they are the product of genetic mutations of foreign tadpoles, compare them with me, a person who is full of mature intellectual femininity, do you think it is appropriate? Besides, if I want to be a fan of which celebrity do you want to be a fan of your sister-in-law, do you need to hang posters? Beckoning, isn't he running around? ”

"You can hang my poster." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I'm a celebrity."

"Hang your poster? Are you still a celebrity? Yan Minghua couldn't stop laughing. There are no posters, I have a lot of your photos, hang them on the wall, I'll find you a photo frame to frame, three sticks of incense for you every day, you can bless me. ”

Yan Murong's face was full of black lines, and he always felt that this female devil who was famous in Yanjing seemed to be a little wrong today. Otherwise, why do people who always want to die when they speak?

"Sister-in-law, are you sick?"

"You're sick." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes and asked. "You kid didn't come home from Hong Kong, he went to live in a hotel, he didn't want to live, didn't he?"

"I'm not doing it for convenience." Yan Murong accompanied the smiling face, stared at Yan Minghua's face for a while, and said. "Sister-in-law, your improvement today is really not very good, come, I'll take your pulse."

"No, you don't have to worry about it." Yan Minghua waved his hand and said with a smile. "I know how my body is, I'm just a little tired these days, and your aunt and grandmother are here, so I'm a little unhappy."

"Grandma?" When Yan Murong heard this title, he thought about the question mark in his head for a long time, and he couldn't remember when he had an aunt and grandmother. Although my sister-in-law said that she was not born to the old man, her relatives on her mother's side were nowhere to be found, where did this aunt come from?

"Yes, your aunt, that is, my eldest aunt." Yan Minghua said with a smile.

"Your aunt—"

Yan Murong finally understood that her aunt and grandmother were not alive, nor were they talking about the beach. And this aunt has a good relationship with Sophie, An'erle, and the seventh dimension space.

Yan Murong's face darkened, this woman has a few days of unhappiness every month - of course, if they can make others unhappy, they will be much more comfortable, so Yan Murong has become a victim.

"W-I'm going to come back in two days?" Yan Murong said tentatively, feeling the urge to turn around and leave.

"Want to go? Neither did the door. Yan Minghua smiled, hooked his finger at Yan Murong, lost his wink, and said. I don't need you to take my pulse, but you have to give me a massage. ”

"Massage? Oh, I see. Yan Murong suddenly looked at Yan Minghua and asked. Come on, you sit on the couch. ”

"Don't lie down?" Yan Minghua asked.

"Why are you lying down with your feet?" Yan Murong asked strangely. "I'll just press the Taichong acupoint on the outside of your instep and the foot three miles of your calf, and just sit."

"But—" Yan Minghua said with a shy face. "When I watch movies, people massage all over the body, and they have to take off their clothes."

“——”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, what movie did she have to strip naked when she pressed her feet? Is it a native of the island country?

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you, press it quickly." Seeing Yan Murong's embarrassed look, Yan Minghua couldn't help but giggle. "It's almost time to finish pressing, and it's time for us to go to dinner." After speaking, he sat down on the sofa, and directly took off his black tights~ Silk, kicked off his high heels, lay his head on the armrest at the end of the sofa, and stretched his feet to Yan Murong who was sitting on the other side of the sofa.

Although Yan Minghua is in his early thirties, his feet are extremely well maintained.

It is said that the feet are a woman's second face, and Yan Minghua's second longest face is still a star face.

Ying Ying's sled soles were round and small, white toes without any flaws, coupled with the bright purple nail polish painted on the toenails, Yan Murong held it in his hand and couldn't help but look at it carefully.

"Is it pretty?" Yan Minghua found Yan Murong looking at his feet in a daze, and asked coquettishly.

"Beautiful." Yan Murong said subconsciously.

"How does it feel to the touch?"

"Well, it's pretty good—ah, that, sister-in-law, I—" Yan Murong reacted at this time, and his face was instantly embarrassed.

"Okay, don't explain, it's not like you haven't touched it." Yan Minghua said with a smile. "When I was a child, I was always pestered to let me take a bath with you, you haven't seen anything, what is there to be in a daze."

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as she said it, Yan Murong's face turned even redder, and she wanted to explain, but she felt that she was covering up something by saying it, so she had to swallow the words into her stomach again.

"That-sister-in-law, let's massage first." Yan Murong quickly shifted the topic to massage.

"Okay, let's do it."

"Then I'll do it."

"Let's move—oh, it's so comfortable—"

So, when Yan Murong pressed on her Taichong acupoint, Yan Minghua's mouth let out a cat-like moan~ groan, and Yan Murong's heart suddenly fluttered.

PS:I've updated a lot this month.,It's already 15W word +.,How can you subscribe to a small number of pitiful things.,I really don't understand.。 Thanks to some friends for their long-term support for Long Night, you are my food and clothing parents...... In addition, by the way, I would like to greet the female relatives of those who have seen piracy and come to scold me (only for those under 40 years old)