Cheng Qinglian was choked and could only swallow the second half of the sentence into her stomach, she stared at Su Zhinian without saying anything, wanting to persuade, but she didn't dare to persuade, so she had to stand in place and didn't move.

Su Zhinian rubbed his hands, rubbed the temperature out of his palm, warmed up the safflower oil, and when he was about to cover Song Qingchun's ankles, he saw Cheng Qingli standing aside and hadn't left, so he slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

A very short look, she didn't stay too much on Cheng Qinglian's face at all, and turned away, but Cheng Qinglian clearly felt a strong warning from that flashing sight, her back was cold, and she suddenly had no thoughts, and walked towards the door of the box.

When he brought it to the door, Cheng Qingli heard Su Zhinian's soft voice: "It may hurt when you rub it, you bear with it, it will be much more comfortable when you rub it." ”

The words were as soft as they were, as if they were afraid that the decibel would frighten the people in front of them.

Cheng Qinglian subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the indoor scene through the door that was about to close.

Miss Song was still willful with a face and did not say a word, and she didn't even shake a glance at Su Zhinian, but the big boss, who has always been proud and noble, did not feel the slightest anger and displeasure, but held her ankles in the palm of her hand, and pinched them gently and carefully.

Many years ago, she knew that this man, who existed like a god in her heart, had a good heart in her heart.

Although all she wanted was his happiness, every time she saw that he was kind to him, she still felt a faint loss in her heart.

Cheng Qinglian pinched his palm hard, so that the pain forced him to maintain the most perfect smile on his face, stepped on high heels, walked to the elevator step by step, and went upstairs.

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After Cheng Qingliang went out, the entire box seemed quieter and emptyer.

Su Zhinian's palm was very hot, the strength was just right, a little more strength was heavy, and one point less strength was too light, and Song Qingchun's twisted ankle was pinched extremely comfortably.

When he was halfway through the pinch, Song Qingchun pulled back his gaze from looking out of the window and landed on Su Zhinian's body.

The whole room, all wafting is the smell of safflower oil.

He lowered his head, holding her thin white ankles in his big palms, with a serious and focused expression.

She looked at such a picture, her eyelashes shook hard, and her hand hanging on the chair quietly grabbed the hem of her skirt and clenched it hard.

After Su Zhinian pinched Song Qingchun's ankles, he didn't get up in a hurry, he still knelt in front of her on one knee, raised his head slightly, and asked softly, "Are you better?" ”

Song Qingchun still didn't speak, but his eyes turned red.

Although Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun's skin touched, but at this time, Song Qingchun's heart didn't think about anything, but there was a sad emotion constantly rolling in her chest, very strong, Su Zhinian saw her eyes red, and didn't know what she was for, and suddenly became panicked: "What's wrong?" Still have pain in your ankle? ”

She still didn't speak, but tears crept up under her eyes.

Su Zhinian's anxious back was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, he thought about it, thinking that he had just pinched her: "I was too strong just now?" Pinched you? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a tear rolled out of her eye and smashed on the back of his hand.