Chapter 140 (1/2)

Zhang Qingqing was so angry at my words that she turned black. It's estimated that if I wasn't drunk, she wouldn't have to kick me or bite me to relieve her anger.

I think I've told enough little secrets. I can't say any more, so that the woman won't be angry. I'll have to coax her myself to make her angry at that time?

Zhang Qingqing didn't ask anything. Instead, she made herself angry. She was not happy. He deliberately put it in my ear again, ha Qi soft temptation me and said, ”Chen Yu, didn't you say that the person you like most is me?”

”Yeah.”

”Then my shoulders are so sour now. What do you say?”

I almost wanted to roll my eyes when I heard the speech, thinking that the little girl's skin was really fucking making trouble. Isn't it obvious to bully me while I was drunk, but now I pretend to be drunk. When a turtle is going to be hard to the end, so I can only harden my scalp and continue to pretend to be drunk and say, ”I'll rub your shoulders.”

Zhang Qingqing smiled like the fox who stole the chicken. Her face was full of smiles of successful tricks. Then she turned her back directly to me and said, ”OK, you can help me rub my shoulders.”

I couldn't cry or laugh. I sat up and massaged her shoulders with both hands, but I didn't put my heart into it. I just rubbed it casually so that I wouldn't let her see the clue if I was too serious.

When Zhang Qingqing was put on her shoulder with my hands, she couldn't help tightening her body. Although I had been married to her for a long time, she didn't even have a chance to hold her hand several times, so she wasn't used to my touch.

”A little on the left, yes, yes, why are your hands so hard, a little stronger...”

Zhang Qingqing directly treats me as a massage robot. She has an expression of enjoyment, while I have an uncomfortable face. Because when massaging Zhang Qingqing's shoulder, the delicacy of her shoulder came from her fingers, which made my heart tremble. What my nose smelled was the fragrance of her hair.

I feel uncomfortable myself, but Zhang Qingqing enjoys it on her face. My heart is a little unbalanced. I think you bully me, so I won't let you live.

In fact, I know that Zhang Qingqing's ears are one of her sensitive places, so I sat behind Zhang Qingqing and pressed her shoulders, secretly leaned my head closer, pretended to be a drunk and said, ”wife, is it still sour to press your shoulders?”

Sure enough, Zhang Qingqing was annoyed by me in her ear. Suddenly, she couldn't help shaking her whole body. Then she couldn't help shrinking her neck. Her earlobes turned red and her voice trembled: ”it's OK. Oh, don't talk so close to you.”

”Oh -”

I deliberately blew her ear and answered. Zhang Qingqing couldn't help crying. I was happy. I thought Zhang Qingqing's ears were really sensitive. I don't know if I would make her feel like this. I'm sure I have the opportunity to kiss Fangze.

But Zhang Qingqing is also smart and tight. She seems to realize that it's not good to go on like this. She stopped me and said according to her shoulder. She blinked twice and said, ”Chen Yu, my shoulder is not sour, but I feel so tired wearing high heels today. What should I do?”

Shit, this woman can really come. When she sees me drunk, she first deceives me to help her rub her shoulders, and now she wants me to massage her feet. I hate it, but I can only say, ”I'll massage you.”

”Good --”

Zhang Qingqing smiled proudly. Then she sat with her back against the head of the bed and extended a pair of big white legs to me, meaning to let me press her feet.

I put Zhang Qingqing's feet on my legs and massage her. Zhang Qingqing is wearing a pink nightdress tonight. The skirt is a little short. When sitting, the skirt shrinks even shorter. A pair of beautiful legs are dazzling white under the light.

I suddenly felt that, in fact, pressing her feet was not as bad as I thought. I didn't have a chance to touch you on weekdays. Now I can touch it openly.

Zhang Qingqing reached for a fashion magazine and enjoyed my service while smiling at the book. I was very happy, but I was not happy to see her happier than me.

So, when I press her feet, I press them, and my hands move up a little. Press them, and my hands move up a little. In this way, I can feel her big white legs unconsciously before long.

However, I just secretly massage her to a little above her knee. Zhang Qingqing immediately regained her consciousness. She put down the magazine in her hand, looked at me warily, then reached out and grabbed my hands directly, put them back on her feet and said, ”press here.”

”Oh, OK.”

Although I promised so, it didn't take long for my hands to move up, but Zhang Qingqing noticed it on the way. She didn't say anything this time. She grabbed my hands back directly and repeated it several times. My fucking heart couldn't help crying. Why is this woman so stingy? Can she die by touching her big white leg?