Ji Yuting's angina pectoris was so angry that he almost got sick.
God, do you have restraint!
He thought, Shengge wouldn't give him this chance.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He didn't want to get angry in front of Shengge.
But Si Nian seemed not to be afraid of death. He still clapped his hands over and over again in the aisle, tirelessly repeating those few code words very rhythmically, constantly refreshing the bottom line of his patience.
If this bitch wasn't needed for another mission, he would immediately pack up the people and send them to Africa to dig coal.
Ji Yuting endured it again and again, until he couldn't bear it anymore!
Shengge was still sitting on him, enthusiastically helping him activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
He took his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, started typing in the input method, and sent a message to Si Nian, [Clap your hands once, deduct a thousand, go find the financial settlement yourself, and then get out of my villa right now!]
The sounds outside the door soon stopped.
Ji Yuting received a message notification on his cell phone. He glanced at it and saw that he had been sent a dozen or so messages over the years.
:(=?Д?=)!!
:(┯_┯)
They are all expressions of crying, breaking down, and begging for mercy.
Ji Yuting clicked on the upper right corner of the interface and decisively selected [Pull this user into the blacklist].
Shengge was still concentrating on massaging Ji Yuting's abdominal muscles and neck, not knowing what was happening in the meantime.
After more than thirty minutes, Shengge's massage session ended.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then brought a basin of hot water and a towel to help Ji Yuting wipe her body.
"Brother Yu, my hands are all red."
She sat on Ji Yuting again and showed her red palms in front of Ji Yuting's eyes.
Ji Yuting grabbed her little hand, put his cold thin lips on her palm, and kissed her lovingly and lovingly, with great piety.
Shengge watched his movements quietly, admiring his handsome face, and could not hide the smile on his lips.
After kissing her palm, Ji Yuting's dark eyes stared at her with a smile but not a smile, "When my injury is healed, I will help you activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis."
Shengge instantly understood what he meant, and her whole face turned red with embarrassment.
"Think beautiful, don't be ashamed!"
...
The next day was the important day for the ribbon-cutting of the Angle Building.
Shengge got up early to freshen up, put on a facial mask, moisturized and then started putting on makeup.
The door suddenly opened. Ji Yuting, wearing a pure black ice silk nightgown, with deep black eyes and long legs, slowly walked into the room and sat naturally behind Shengge.
"What are you doing?"
Ji Yuting looked at the eyebrow pencil in her hand and took the initiative, "I'll help you draw it."
She looked suspicious, "Are you sure? My ribbon-cutting event today is very important and cannot go wrong."
Ji Yuting nodded solemnly, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her to face him.
She closed her eyes in doubt and let him take the eyebrow pencil and draw on her eyebrows.
At first, Shengge thought his technique was pretty good.
But after five minutes of painting, Ji Yuting still hadn't finished painting his eyebrows.
Shengge sensed that something was wrong, and gritted her teeth in a sinister manner, threatening, "If you dare to deliberately doodle on my face and ruin my makeup, I will make your claws swollen like pig's trotters!"
Someone's eyebrow-throwing hand paused for an instant, and he retracted his hand angrily.
Shengge opened her eyes, snorted at him, and turned to check herself in the mirror.
The two eyebrows were drawn unexpectedly evenly and neatly.
Shengge added two more vacancies, which were very perfect eyebrow shapes. Unexpectedly, his makeup skills were actually pretty good?