After dinner, my mother and sister went back. Chi Xiaoye frowned bitterly, and she was absent-minded even when she told Guoguo's bedtime story.

"Mom, "The Ugly Duckling" was already talked about yesterday."

"Oh, then change it, "The Little Match for Selling Girls"?"

"That's called "The Little Match Girl"!"

"Haha, mom remembered it wrong, sorry."

"Oh, my dear mother, you have already said it wrong three times today."

“…”

Guoguo put up his little head, and a dissatisfied expression appeared on her face, "Mom, I don't allow you to be too tired. What if you get tired of your body, what can you do?"

This wave of warm-hearted men killed Chi Xiaoye, and he was stunned for a long time but didn't answer.

"Okay, okay, don't tell stories anymore. I'll go to bed by myself, so you can go and rest."

"Guoguo, why are you so kind to your mother?"

"Because I love you, mom."

Chi Xiaoye kissed his little flesh hard on the face. Who said that only his daughter is a small cotton jacket? If the son is warmed up, it will be a big down jacket or a goose-velvet one.

When Zhao Zhouhan saw her returning to the room with a dejected look, he said funny: "Why, the story is not well told, and he is in a bad mood?"

Chi Xiaoye smiled bitterly, "You heard it all?"

"Um."

"Oh, I feel upset and can't calm down."

She picked up the pillow and hugged it in her arms, and she nested into the soft sofa.

However, when a person relaxes, the string in his heart is still tense.

Zhao Zhouhan was working at the desk. Seeing this, he closed his laptop, stood up, walked slowly over, and naturally sat on the edge of the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, trying to show off his skills.

"Come over, I'll press it for you a few times."

Chi Xiaoye turned over as he spoke, used the pillow as a pillow, and lay on it.

His technique was quite accurate and his strength was just right, and he hit her with every move.

"Ouch, it hurts, be gentle."

"I just used three-pointers, and I'm still gentle?"

"Brother, if you use such a force, my little body is not as good as you can with just a few strokes."

Zhao Zhouhan retracted again, "What about this?"

"Yes, do it twice in the middle of the spine."

Zhao Zhouhan pushed up against her skin, moved to the middle section, found the joints, and pressed them one by one.

"here?"

"Pull it up...yes, yes, right, here."

"You, except for bones, you only have a skin left. Why can't you keep fat?"

"Why do I feel so happy about this? Hahahaha."

Suddenly, she felt the button on her back being held by him, and she quickly said, "No, no, professional masseurs must abide by professional ethics."

“I’m not a professional masseur.”

“…”

This old pervert unbuttoned his buttons in a familiar way, saying that there is such a step to press the back, but in fact it is just to take advantage of it.

"Where are you pressing it? Are you carrying it in front?"

"Haha, press the back, press the back."

Zhao Zhouhan poured some massage essential oil into his palm, rubbed it and heated it up, and then covered her back.

"Are you worried about being in Nannan?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that after four years, her feelings for Chu Xiao increased instead of decline. The little girl is quite infatuated. She falls in love with only one person, and she will never change her mind even if she doesn't meet."

Zhao Zhouhan squeezed her shoulder with gravity and reminded: "We have been separated for more than three years. Has anyone changed their minds?"

"Oh, be gentle."

"Chu Xiao people are good. If they really love each other, they don't have to break up the couple. I'm afraid Nan Nan is wishful thinking."

"It is precisely because Chu Xiao is good that he cares more about the gap between him and Nan Nan. Men like him often have a strong sense of self-esteem and no one else says much. They first feel inferior and give up on themselves. Anyway, no matter what, Nan Nan will definitely be the one who gets hurt in the end."

"Just keeping the bottom line and causing the little girl to get hurt is not a bad thing."

"Bottom line? She wants to pursue others herself, how can she know how to keep the bottom line?"

"Well, Chu Xiao is very responsible."

"So you mean, I don't have to worry about her?"

"She's grown up, don't worry."

"Oh, too...hey, where are you touching?"

Without waiting for her to resist, Zhao Zhouhan pressed the edge of the sofa, inserted his hands from under her, and directly picked her up.

It is rare that my son is so sensible and doesn't clamor to sleep with his mother. The rest of the time is the two-person world of their husband and wife, so he must grasp it well.

"Wait...I have something to ask you."

"ask."

"What's going on with Brother Yun now?"

Zhao Zhouhan put her on the bed, and while untiing her clothes, she said impatiently: "When did you love to fuck others so much?"

"They are not someone else, Nan Nan is my sister, Jiang Yunting is my brother, and they are all my family."

"...Why has Jiang Yunting become your family again?"

"Then isn't he your disciple? He will be a teacher for life and a father. In this way, he will have to call me "Master's wife, right?"

Zhao Zhouhan sighed secretly, "Okay, if you continue, I will soon have an extra son in my twenties."

"I don't know Xiao Jiang's emotional situation, but Uncle Jiang's inheritance procedures are being processed. I allow him to come back after finishing these matters."

Chi Xiaoye was a little curious, "How much inheritance did his father leave for him?"

"Well, there are quite a few. How do I know how many of them are?! Don't worry about others anymore, you should worry about me first."

“…”

——

The winter sun is always particularly bright. Jiang Yunting holds an address in his hand and finds a residence.

The dark side cannot shine on the sun. The bitter cold wind blows on people's face, like a dull knife slashing the skin, which is particularly painful.

Shen Qing lives here.

This place was originally a house that Jiang Shouzheng rented for Shen Qing. Later, the landlord sold it and Jiang Shouzheng bought it. Shen Qing and her son Feng An lived here all the time when they were in the capital. Jiang Shouzheng and Shen Qing also got married here.

Now, because Shen Qing is still breastfeeding, she can only ask her to take care of the child here first. The police take turns to guard the child 24 hours a day.

Jiang Yunting got on the elevator and followed the address to find it.

"Ding Dong--"

The door was opened inside, and Fu Zun and Chen Puli were guarding inside. They were both subordinates of Lu Tianxing.

"Captain Jiang is here, come in, the Lu team has already told us."

"Thank you two."

"It's not hard, the responsibility is," Fu Zun pointed to the bedroom, "You can go in and take a look."

"good."

Jiang Yunting was still confused at first, and the police were very casual in guarding the serious prisoner. He didn't feel relieved until he walked inside.
Chapter completed!