A proper interaction between husband and wife can enhance the relationship between each other!
"I'm stupid, I can't learn!" Song Wenxin shook her head...
Jiang Beihan was finally a little displeased seeing her refusing to cooperate "Song Wenxin, then should I teach you?"
"What?" Song Wenxin was stunned, how did he teach her?
"Try it!" Jiang Beihan's lips twitched, and a sneer suddenly appeared.
With that smile, Song Wenxin's heart trembled as she watched, and she suddenly had a bad feeling. She was sure that his so-called try was definitely not a good thing!
"No...no, I seem to remember how the massage is done!" After speaking, she quickly sat down and prepared to help Jiang Beihan massage his shoulders. Forget it, isn't it just for him to massage? It seems that it's not a big deal!
Hearing that, Jiang Beihan curled his lips with satisfaction.
Song Wenxin bit her lip, then stretched out her hands and placed them on Jiang Beihan's shoulders. On her palms, she could clearly feel the temperature from his body.
Because she couldn't massage, Song Wenxin just gently pinched his firm shoulders.
The two are very close, and Song Wenxin, who is sitting behind Jiang Beihan and helping him massage, can even smell the faint fragrance of shampoo on her nose...
What surprised her was that she actually thought the smell was good...
Thinking, Song Wenxin gritted her teeth tangledly, deliberately pulling the distance between himself and Jiang Beihan a little bit.
What's wrong with her...
…………
Compared with Song Wenxin's embarrassment and entanglement, Jiang Beihan sat there with a face of enjoyment, enjoying the massage treatment Song Wenxin brought him.
Although her technique is very rusty and the strength is not enough, or even too light, it makes him feel surprisingly comfortable.
This afternoon’s press conference is being broadcast live on the LCD TV in the room.
In the room, Song Wenxin blushed and massaged Jiang Beihan's shoulders without saying a word.
Jiang Beihan squinted his eyes and curled his lips with satisfaction. This atmosphere made him feel at ease inexplicably.
…………
At this time, Song Wenxin, who had helped Jiang Beihan press his shoulder for ten minutes, finally couldn't hold on.
"I'm tired!" She retracted her hand and deliberately sat a few minutes away, keeping a certain distance from Jiang Beihan.
Seeing that she was tired, Jiang Beihan did not embarrass her, but took the documents and continued to look at it.
Song Wenxin glanced at him speechlessly, then turned his head and continued watching the live broadcast conference on TV.
In the room, except for the sound from the TV, it was almost completely silent.
Song Wenxin moved uncomfortably, then glanced at Jiang Beihan beside him, he was intently signing the document.
Upon seeing this, a little attention suddenly appeared in her mind.
While Jiang Beihan was working seriously, she slowly got up from the sofa, preparing to leave this lounge and sneak to the press conference site.
But just when her ass left the sofa, Jiang Beihan's deep voice rang.
"Where to go?"
When he found out, Song Wenxin's heart froze, suddenly a little embarrassed.
She didn't know if she should say she was too stupid, or Jiang Beihan was too smart...
"My stomach is a little uncomfortable, I just want to go out to the bathroom!" She smiled at him with a guilty conscience, and then reached out and rubbed her belly.
"There is a bathroom in the room." Jiang Beihan saw through her intention at a glance, and after a sneer, said deliberately.
A proper interaction between husband and wife can enhance the relationship between each other!
"I'm stupid, I can't learn!" Song Wenxin shook her head...
Jiang Beihan was finally a little displeased seeing her refusing to cooperate "Song Wenxin, then should I teach you?"
"What?" Song Wenxin was stunned, how did he teach her?
"Try it!" Jiang Beihan's lips twitched, and a sneer suddenly appeared.
With that smile, Song Wenxin's heart trembled as she watched, and she suddenly had a bad feeling. She was sure that his so-called try was definitely not a good thing!
"No...no, I seem to remember how the massage is done!" After speaking, she quickly sat down and prepared to help Jiang Beihan massage his shoulders. Forget it, isn't it just for him to massage? It seems that it's not a big deal!
Hearing that, Jiang Beihan curled his lips with satisfaction.
Song Wenxin bit her lip, then stretched out her hands and placed them on Jiang Beihan's shoulders. On her palms, she could clearly feel the temperature from his body.
Because she couldn't massage, Song Wenxin just gently pinched his firm shoulders.
The two are very close, and Song Wenxin, who is sitting behind Jiang Beihan and helping him massage, can even smell the faint fragrance of shampoo on her nose...
What surprised her was that she actually thought the smell was good...
Thinking, Song Wenxin gritted her teeth tangledly, deliberately pulling the distance between himself and Jiang Beihan a little bit.
What's wrong with her...
…………
Compared with Song Wenxin's embarrassment and entanglement, Jiang Beihan sat there with a face of enjoyment, enjoying the massage treatment Song Wenxin brought him.
Although her technique is very rusty and the strength is not enough, or even too light, it makes him feel surprisingly comfortable.
This afternoon’s press conference is being broadcast live on the LCD TV in the room.
In the room, Song Wenxin blushed and massaged Jiang Beihan's shoulders without saying a word.
Jiang Beihan squinted his eyes and curled his lips with satisfaction. This atmosphere made him feel at ease inexplicably.
…………
At this time, Song Wenxin, who had helped Jiang Beihan press his shoulder for ten minutes, finally couldn't hold on.
"I'm tired!" She retracted her hand and deliberately sat a few minutes away, keeping a certain distance from Jiang Beihan.
Seeing that she was tired, Jiang Beihan did not embarrass her, but took the documents and continued to look at it.
Song Wenxin glanced at him speechlessly, then turned his head and continued watching the live broadcast conference on TV.
In the room, except for the sound from the TV, it was almost completely silent.
Song Wenxin moved uncomfortably, then glanced at Jiang Beihan beside him, he was intently signing the document.
Upon seeing this, a little attention suddenly appeared in her mind.
While Jiang Beihan was working seriously, she slowly got up from the sofa, preparing to leave this lounge and sneak to the press conference site.
But just when her ass left the sofa, Jiang Beihan's deep voice rang.
"Where to go?"
When he found out, Song Wenxin's heart froze, suddenly a little embarrassed.
She didn't know if she should say she was too stupid, or Jiang Beihan was too smart...
"My stomach is a little uncomfortable, I just want to go out to the bathroom!" She smiled at him with a guilty conscience, and then reached out and rubbed her belly.
"There is a bathroom in the room." Jiang Beihan saw through her intention at a glance, and after a sneer, said deliberately.
