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...
"Song Wenxin, shall I teach you?" Seeing that she had been refusing to cooperate, Jiang Beihan was finally a little displeased.
"What?" Song Wen was stunned, how could he teach her
"Try it and you'll know!" Jiang Beihan curled his thin lips, and suddenly showed a sneer.
Seeing that smile, Song Wen's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. She is sure that his so-called trying is definitely not a good thing!
"No... no need, I seem to remember how the massage is done!" After she finished speaking, she quickly sat up and was about to massage Jiang Beihan's shoulders. Forget it, isn't it just a massage for him? !
Hearing this, Jiang Beihan curled his lips in satisfaction,
Song Wenxin bit her lip, then stretched out her hands and placed them on Jiang Beihan's shoulders and palms, and could clearly feel the temperature from his body.
Because she doesn't know how to massage, Song Wenxin just gently pinched his strong shoulders.
The distance between the two was very close. Song Wenxin, who was sitting behind Jiang Beihan and massaged him, could even smell the faint fragrance of shampoo on his body...
To her own surprise, she actually thought the smell was quite pleasant...
Thinking about it, Song Wenxin gritted her teeth in confusion, and deliberately put some distance between herself and Jiang Beihan.
What's wrong with her...
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Compared to 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 was unfamiliar and not strong enough, even too light, it made 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 was massaging Jiang Beihan's shoulders with a blushing face, without saying a word.
Jiang Beihan narrowed his eyes and curled his lips in satisfaction. The atmosphere inexplicably made him feel at ease.
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At this time, Song Wenxin, who had helped Jiang Beihan press his shoulders for more than ten minutes, finally couldn't hold on anymore.
"I'm tired!" She withdrew her hand, deliberately sat a little away, and kept a certain distance from Jiang Beihan.
Seeing that she was tired, Jiang Beihan didn't make things difficult for her, but took the document and continued to read it.
Song Wenxin glanced at him speechlessly, then turned her head and continued to watch the press conference live on TV.
In the room, except for the sound from the TV, it was almost completely silent.
Song Wen moved his body uncomfortably, and then glanced at Jiang Beihan beside him, who was concentrating on signing the document.
Seeing this, a small note suddenly popped up in her mind.
While Jiang Beihan was seriously working, she slowly moved up from the sofa, preparing to leave the lounge and sneak to the press conference.
But just as her butt left the sofa, Jiang Beihan's deep voice sounded.
"Where are you going?"
When he found out, Song Wen froze, feeling a little embarrassed.
She didn't know whether to say that she was too stupid, or Jiang Beihan was too smart...
"My stomach is a little uncomfortable, I just want to go to the bathroom!" She smiled at him guiltyly, then reached out and rubbed her belly.
"There is a bathroom in the room." Jiang Beihan saw through her intention at a glance, sneered, and said deliberately.