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Is this still a man?

Although she hasn't come back for a long time, Yang Cheng will send money from the bank to the hourly workers every month, so she will help Yang Cheng clean the villa on time and organize the flowers and plants in the garden to ensure that Yang Cheng can move in at any time.

It was rare to go back to Lake Como, and he called Nedved immediately, first went to his house for a meal, then had a good time with his children, and brought his own gifts, and then returned to his home.[]

After taking a cold shower, I felt so happy all over.

With a swish, I opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, opened the sliding door of the living room, walked up to the balcony near the lake, and immediately felt the coolness coming from the lake, which made me feel refreshed.

Although Lake Garda is similar to Lake Como, the hotel is still a hotel after all. Yang Cheng likes this kind of home-like place. If it weren't for the team's three-day training and it would take more than 2 hours to drive from Lake Garda to Lake Como, he would really consider returning to his home every night.

Perhaps, as he himself said, he is actually a person with little security.

I turned my head and looked at the house next door, and found that the light was on.

"Haha, didn't you say you were filming in the United States?" Yang Cheng thought with a funny look.

He and Aniston are still in contact often, and it is rare to come back once, so he must go over and say hello.

When she arrived downstairs of her house, Yang Cheng rang the doorbell, but the person deliberately stood in a place that the surveillance monitor could not see.

"Who?" Aniston's voice came from the doorbell.

Yang Cheng thought about it and felt a prank, "Hello, Miss Aniston, we are the Italian Bartorini Express Express. You have a courier sent from Liverpool. Please sign for it!"

This bastard said deliberately, making his voice a little hoarse, and he couldn't hear it for a while.

But when he said this, he heard the thumping stairs inside, and then he saw the lights on, and then the door opened.

A scent of fragrance rushes over and directly pounces into his arms.

This scared Yang Cheng silly.

What's going on?

"What's wrong?" Yang Cheng's hands were really out of place, and it wasn't OK to put them on her back. He felt too awkward to hold them up.

However, from the close place, you can feel her rapid and ups and downs, and she is very excited and excited.

After a while, she let go of Yang Cheng, and the latter had the opportunity to take a good look at her.

Wearing a black suspender T-shirt, it looks like a vacuum upper body inside, a small gully on the U-shaped neckline, and an ultra-short hot sports fitting underneath, revealing the whole slender and well-proportioned legs, barefoot, which is very charming.

Aniston's legs went down from his thighs to his toes, with soft lines and well-proportioned bones and flesh. His chestnut skin was very healthy, and he could be said to be flawless.

Not long ago, a famous survey company in Germany commissioned a group of scientists to evaluate the legs of some well-known female stars around the world based on the data they collected. The scoring criteria include the ratio of the calf and thighs, skin type, skin color, etc.

In the end, Aniston scored 14.67 points in the total score of 15 points, winning the title of the world's beautiful legs queen, while Charlize Theron was second only to Aniston with a slight disadvantage, winning second, Maria Carey won third, and Heidi Crum was behind Maria Carey because there was a small scar on her left knee, which affected her beauty.

Yang Cheng knew this. She accidentally injured her when she was young, leaving a little scar.

This also shows the rigor of this score.

"It's nothing. I'm a little surprised to see you suddenly come!" Aniston said with a smile. This kid likes to make trouble so much that he thought he couldn't recognize his voice.

Just now, when Aniston heard the strange tune, he thought it was Yang Cheng, which was a feeling.

After Yang Cheng turned around and closed the door, the two walked up the stairs one after another to the second floor.

There is a yoga study class on the large TV in the middle of the living room on the second floor, and a soft mat is also placed in front of the TV. It can be seen that Aniston is studying the course on the TV.

"Are you learning yoga recently?" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

Liverpool's coaching staff have also been studying yoga recently, and have included yoga in the first team's training courses, and even encouraged players to practice on their own privately, which is fun.

"Yes, practicing more yoga can help keep your muscles elastic, and I have only recently started learning it." She reached out and plucked her long blonde hair and replied with a smile.

"Are you a disciple?" There are many yoga movements, and it is very dangerous to practice randomly without the guidance of the teacher.

Aniston shook his head, "I'll learn from TV."

"That's too dangerous. There are more than 10,000 yoga movements, such as bend, fold, fold, bend, twist, suppress, flex, stretch, lift, and press. Incorrect practice is harmful to health. You still have to find a professional teacher to study."

Aniston raised his eyebrows playfully, pursed his lips, nodded, and narrowed his eyes, "You seem to be very researchy."

"Recently, I have added some yoga practices to my training class, and our team has a professional yoga teacher, so I have some knowledge, but I can't do it myself!" Yang Cheng laughed, but he didn't admit his weakness at all.

"Then..." Aniston flirted with his right hand, "Why give me some advice!"

Then she picked up the TV remote control, went backwards, and pointed to one of the actions, "Just this action."

"I heard that this action is conducive to maintaining the lines and muscles of the legs, and..." She subconsciously touched her plump buttocks.

Yang Cheng knew that this was a yoga movement that kept the hip curve, and the effect of the legs was also very obvious, and the upper body was straightened, so the effect of the entire movement was multi-directional.

"Tell me some advice!"

After saying that, she stood on the soft mat, her legs spread apart, her knees bent, spreading to both sides at right angles, and her hips slowly sink. When her hips are in a straight line with her knees, her legs are already bent into a squat position.

"How is it?" Chuchu practiced a little hard, and her body trembled a little.

"The spread of legs is not large enough!" Yang Cheng said after looking back and forth, left and right.

"What about this?" She opened a little further.

"It should be bigger!" Yang Cheng said, "Also, the butt should be forward and vertical!"

"No, I can't separate!" Aniston tried hard, smiled bitterly, "You can help me push it from behind."

Yang Cheng came behind her, looked at her almost perfect waist and hip curves, and was hesitating to see if he wanted to put his hands up.

"Quick, I'm going to fall!" Aniston shouted.

When Yang Cheng was urging her, he stretched out his hands directly, separated in a petal shape, supporting her soft waist, and pushed her forward, and letting her go until her posture was almost done.

Aniston felt his waist and back wrapped in his hands, and his body felt a little hot for no reason. When his hand moved away, he felt a little lost, but he still woke up, "Is that true?"

"Turn your legs a little longer!" Yang Cheng's heart also had a little ripple.

"Help me again, boss!" Aniston playedfully and called him like Yang Cheng's players.

When she screamed, Yang Cheng laughed, walked to the front, and laughed at the same time as the player: "You can't even have such a simple move, you and the pig will probably have the same way to die!"

"What?" Aniston angrily said charmingly.

"So stupid!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

The atmosphere became more active, and neither of them had the same charm as before.

"Okay, I'm so stupid. Please help me spread my legs!" Aniston gave him a blank look, without any scruples.

Yang Cheng walked up to her and squatted down. The two of them seemed to face each other. Then they put their hands on her knees and tried to help her spread a little. But as soon as his hand was used, Aniston, who was already a little unstable, could stand firmly.

When she saw her body lose balance, she pulled Yang Cheng's shoulder with both hands and fell on the soft mat, which also pulled Yang Cheng down. She threw herself on her body, and her head was buried in the middle of the two peaks in front of her chest.

Both of them were stunned on the spot, so Yang Cheng didn't notice that his hand was on the inside of her thigh. Since she was wearing a pair of close-fitting sports shorts, his hand touched her legs directly, which was very tender and smooth, and did not look like the skin of a 36-year-old woman at all.

Yang Cheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva secretly, reluctant to take his hand away, and his body naturally reacted.

Aniston was pressed on the soft mat by him, and the two most sensitive parts of his body were under his control, especially on his chest. In order to facilitate exercise, the suspender vest was very thin and there was nothing inside. Now Yang Cheng's breathing seemed to be spraying on her body, making her feel a little hot.

The most fatal thing was his hands, on the inner side of his thighs. Although he didn't even move his fingers, she still felt her thighs numb, especially Yang Cheng's hands, which seemed to be electric and numb, making her legs unable to move, but they were very comfortable. She wanted him to go a little further.

The two of them lay there for ten seconds. Aniston was a little confused, but Yang Cheng was knowledgeable and coughed, awakening her. Just as she was about to speak, she reached out and pressed his head from behind, allowing him to bury him in front of her chest. She herself couldn't stand the stimulation and let out a heart-wrenching moan.

I saw her first falling on the soft mat as if she was depressed and powerless, but then she didn't know where she came from, as if the desire that had been accumulated in her heart, which had been accumulated for many years, erupted out like a volcano erupting, completely destroying her reason.

Yang Cheng was originally a man she had a very good impression of, and she could even be said to be the man she loved, but she had never found an opportunity. Now that the opportunity has come, the two of them have such close contact, how could she still defend it?

I saw her hands stretching out and directly pulled up the sports T-shirt on Yang Cheng's body. Her legs also shrank at the same time. She went to Yang Cheng's waist and pulled down the sweatpants he had changed into after taking a shower.

It’s also a big fault for Yang Cheng’s desire to be happy after taking a shower, without tying a waist rope, her trousers were a little loose, and her toes were very flexible, so she pulled them down as soon as she pulled them down.

Then I saw her like an octopus, her hands and legs wrapped around Yang Cheng, and she desperately squeezed his body against her body, as if she wanted to be able to blend into one.

Yang Cheng's hands cooperated with her to take off her top, then leaned down and touched her smooth thighs.

"Ah~" The stimulation made Aniston moan. The muscles in his legs were stimulated and tightly stretched, but his hands first pulled up his vest, revealing the tall snow peak on his chest that was enough to make countless women jealous.

Yang Cheng couldn't help it anymore. He pulled off her vest, took off her sports shorts, and then pounced on the plump part on her chest and chewed it hard, causing Aniston to get excited. He couldn't help but lean down with his hands, grabbing his hands that were doing evil at the base of her thighs, and was very forceful.

Suddenly, I felt her whole body twitching, tense tightly, and trembling slightly.

Aniston felt that an unprecedented feeling was invading her body, her heartbeat so fast that she could not imagine, and the air around her seemed to be exhausted in an instant, her mind was dizzy, her body seemed to float in the clouds, her whole body was so numb that she didn't want to move, but she had the urge to swallow the man alive and peel it off.

But she didn't even have the strength to raise her fingers.

...

"Is it comfortable?" Yang Cheng supported his body with his left hand, while his right hand was wandering on her tender body.

Obviously because she reached the top, her skin was still flushed, especially in some particularly white areas.

"Yeah!" Aniston nodded weakly, "I have the urge to die!"

Yang Cheng smiled, leaned over, and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Don't be stupid, how could he die?"

Aniston couldn't help but look down, feeling guilty, "I've never...I..."

"Don't explain, I know!" Yang Cheng interrupted her with a smile.

According to the current situation, this girl probably couldn't bear it. Maybe because everyone's physical condition was not good, she felt that she was soft and had no strength at all.
To be continued...