"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

"What are you going to do?"

Liang Zhanwei finally lost his patience, he threw the book to the side of the bed, and dragged Mingqin to the bed with a stretch of his hand.

"Lie down and don't move."

He took two pieces of cloth from the bedside table, shaped like the sandbags of a movers' leggings. Liang Zhanwei wrapped them around her two calves.

Ming Qin immediately felt a warmth, very warm, and his legs were not as heavy as just now.

"Is it tight?" Liang Zhanwei looked up, and asked her opinion while tying the belt.

"Just right, what is this? It's just so comfortable. Mingqin felt that the whole person was much more relaxed.

Liang Zhanwei took two more pillows from the sofa and raised Mingqin's footpads, "This is a local home remedy, I heard that star anise and coarse salt grains are fried together, and wrapped into cloth bags and wrapped around the legs, which can promote blood circulation and relieve leg fatigue." ”

Seeing him busy going around, Ming Qin's heart was moved.

For the first time, she knew that Liang Zhanwei was not only a cold young man in Shengshi's office, but he also had such a warm side.

Looking at Ming Qin's eyes, Liang Zhanwei couldn't help but smile, "This is moving?" It's kind of foolish. ”

"Not really," Mingqin was a little stubborn, "I'm not one to be easily satisfied. ”

"I'm sure I'll be able to satisfy you, do you want to try it?"

Liang Zhanwei's tone was very flat, his eyes were as calm as a lake, without any ripples.

But when they looked at each other, Ming Qin reacted, the old driver was driving again, and he seemed to have been polluted by him just now.

"I mean the life aspect." Ming Qin corrected.

"And that's what I mean – life."

Liang Zhanwei paused in the middle, and the words sounded like they had connotations.

"I mean, the everyday aspect of life." Mingqin corrected it again.

"Who is 'Chang'? Do you have a nickname? ”

Ming Qin was completely brought into rhythm by Liang Zhanwei and couldn't come back.

"Well done," Ming Qin gave him a thumbs up, "you're the best topic finisher of the century." ”

Liang Zhanwei smiled slightly, as if he had already won the battle, and made a gesture with both hands to cooperate with her, "Then accept it." ”

With everything in order, he went back to bed, flipped to the bookmarked page, and continued to look.

Ming Qin tilted his head and looked at the cover of the book, not only a little surprised, "So you are watching "Longshan Xing"? ”

"Hmm."

"Isn't that interesting?"

"Hmm."

"You started watching it on the plane, right?"

"Hmm."

Liang Zhanwei 'um' three times in a row, and Mingqin was a little impatient. Seeing that he was so energetic, she couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned closer, wanting to take a look at it.

Liang Zhanwei saw her come over, and with a ring of his long arms, he hugged her in his arms. Lying on his chest, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat. At first, Mingqin was a little unnatural, but after a while, she was replaced by the exciting and funny plot in the book, and completely forgot about the tension.

The two of them hugged each other and lay on the bed quietly reading a book, and the only sound in the room was the sound of paper turning pages, and nothing else was said.

When Mingqin opened his eyes, the creative chandelier on the ceiling was no longer on. The morning sun shines through the white gauze curtain and sprinkles on the carpet, which is warm.

Yesterday she was really tired, she stretched her waist, just when she was kicking her legs, she felt very light on her legs, and last night's cloth bag didn't know when it had been removed.

Ming Qin froze, and suddenly remembered that this didn't seem to be his room.

She was the only one in the room, and Liang Zhanwei had already gotten up and gone out.

I read a book with him last night, and I fell asleep while watching it, and I actually slept in the same bed with him all night.

She shaved her hair with her hands, got up and got out of bed to wash. Standing in front of the mirror and looking at his two slender long legs, Ming Qin really sighed at the crystallization of the wisdom of the masses, although it is a home remedy, but the effect is still worth affirming.

With a click, the door opened.

It was Liang Zhanwei, holding Mingqin's clothes in his hand, and walked in.

"Early." He greeted her graciously.

"You're early, too." Ming Qin was a little embarrassed and replied softly.

Liang Zhanwei walked closer and looked at her calf, "The effect is not bad, the swelling has disappeared, continue tonight." ”

Continued tonight?

Ming Qin glanced at him, I was afraid that he was not in the bar because he was a drunkard.

Liang Zhanwei walked to the sunny place in front of the window, raised his arm and shook it from side to side, and did a simple morning exercise.

Ming Qin looked at his back bathing in the sun, and he didn't know why, but for a moment he had a sense of expectation for life and the future.

"My legs are all right...... Why do you want to continue tonight? She stood behind and muttered quietly.

"When you come back at night, it should still be swollen, and your blood will not flow back well." Liang Zhanwei patiently replied to her.

Ming Qin looked down at his two slender calves, "Okay," pity them at night, they will turn into two big thick radishes again.

"I don't think the taste of the cat cuddling the fish is uncomfortable, you are quite reluctant." Liang Zhanwei didn't look back, and did his simple morning exercises seriously.

As soon as Ming Qin heard him beat this analogy, he squirted out again with a mouthful of water.

She felt as if her face was full of black lines, 'cats hugging fish', what a metaphor for this.

Think about Liang Dashao, sitting in the position of the president of Shengshi Group, who is handsome and chic in a suit and leather shoes every day. Thinking about it now in Kuncheng, the sportswear in front of him is throwing his arms and shaking his legs like an old man who is bent at the door in the morning, how can Ming Qin connect these two characters with equal signs.

When she came out after changing her clothes, she saw Liang Zhanwei sitting on the sofa, crossing Erlang's legs, waiting for her quietly.

"Okay, Uncle Liang, I've packed up, let's go." In Ming Qin's heart, those who can still exercise in the morning are enough for the level of an uncle, so he took the opportunity to sarcastically say to him, who made him compare himself to a 'fish' just now.

When Liang Zhanwei heard this, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Little girl, come over and let the uncle kiss one." ”

He and Sheng Youqian are really brothers, and they can climb up with a pole, "I'm talking about a soft-voiced uncle, not a second-voiced uncle, and I'm a generation." ”

Liang Zhanwei got up from the sofa and walked towards Ming Qin.

Before she could react, Liang Zhanwei hugged the princess and lifted her up. Walked straight to the bed and threw her onto the bed.

"A few uncles, find out." After saying that, he pressed her arms on the bed and leaned over to kiss her.

"You wait......" Ming Qin struggled back and forth to avoid the kiss that fell on his face, "What kind of understanding do you have?" ”

Liang Zhanwei raised his head, stared at her delicate little face, and smiled a little, "The hardness is different." ”

The old driver is going to drive again.

"Nonsense...... "Ming Qin wanted to pretend not to understand, but her eyes had betrayed her.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

He didn't give Ming Qin a chance to return the favor, and directly covered her lips.

That feeling was in his heart, like a marshmallow, sweet, soft, and Ming Qin felt as if he had begun to slowly like the taste.

She felt as if she had forgotten everything, even time, and her eyes began to become misty and watery, and her face turned crimson.

Ten seconds......

Twenty seconds......

It's a long, deep kiss.

Finally, she was melted, and her arms slowly climbed up his back......

At this time, Liang Zhanwei kissed her the lips, "Let's go, let's go downstairs for dinner," and then got up and left with a wicked smile.

Your uncle!

Ming Qin kept roaring in his heart, and the small universe that had just burned in his heart was instantly poured into it by him.

She rearranged her clothes and hair before heading out for the restaurant.

"Sister, good morning." Wang Yan's voice sounded behind her.

"Morning," Ming Qin turned around to say hello to her, and saw a small amount of redness in her eyeballs, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" ”

Wang Yan raised her head and exhaled towards the sky, her face full of tiredness, "Don't mention it, Shen Ran brought a cloth bag last night, saying that it is a home remedy that can relieve leg swelling, in order to have fun today, I did not hesitate to risk my life and experimented with myself." ”

"Do you look like a rabbit?"

Mingqin wondered a little how she connected her legs and eyes, which were more than one and a half meters apart.

"That star anise and coarse salt will be cold after frying, and if it is cold, it will be useless if it is wrapped around the legs. So every three hours, the bag should be unwound, heated up, and then continue to wrap. ”

Ming Qin was a little skeptical of her words, "Every three hours? ”

"Haah~", Wang Yan yawned, "Yes, my legs are fine now, but my head is heavy, and I don't want to be sleepy." Sister, do you think I'm called 'gain or loss'? ”

Ming Qin listened to her words, and remembered that when he turned over at night, he could still feel the warmth in his calves, "Didn't you get it right?" I wrapped that bag last night, and it was always hot at night, but it wasn't cold. ”

"Cut," Wang Yan pouted at her, "With Mr. Liang here, of course it won't be cold, he came here in the morning to help you get clothes, and I look at him like a rabbit." ”

Mingqin's heart chuckled.

Could it be him, who gets up every three hours to heat the cloth bag for himself?

No wonder he had to turn his back to himself just now, and he was practicing some kind of uncle-style aerobics there. Later, when I was so close to each other, I struggled first, and then I threw myself in, completely unnoticed.

During breakfast, Liang Zhanwei basically didn't speak, but just put Kuncheng's local puff pastry buns and thin bean noodles in front of Mingqin. It is estimated that she is afraid that she will not be used to eating it, and she also puts Liangcheng's soy milk and fritters at her choice.

This breakfast, Ming Qin basically didn't taste anything, but glanced at him from time to time. Looking at his reddish eyes that were boiling in order to heat the cloth bag, Mingqin's mood was like a roller coaster, first happy, and then a little depressed.