Feng Xiaoxiao was held down by Nie Zheng and could not get up.
"What are you doing? I'm here to see Liao Qingming!"
"You have a bad knee, so you don't know how to pay attention to it?" Nie Zheng frowned and said in a bad tone.
"That's my own knee..."
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned and felt something was wrong.
"How do you know my knee is bad?"
Nie Zheng chuckled, "You said it yourself, otherwise, how would I know? The reason why you didn't continue dancing was because of the old injury on your knee."
"Uh, yes." Feng Xiaoxiao was suspicious, "Did I tell you? Why... I don't remember."
Nie Zheng raised his hand and tapped her forehead. "With a brain like yours, what can you remember? Wait."
Nie Zheng stood up and went to get something.
Feng Xiaoxiao was confused, "What?"
Nie Zheng sat down, held her legs, and lifted up her skirt.
"Ahem." Feng Xiaoxiao coughed lightly, her face turning red, "Don't be like this... This is so bad."
Nie Zheng silently pulled at the corner of his mouth and tore open the plaster.
"I'll put a plaster on you, Mrs. Nie, you're thinking too much."
With a click, he put the plaster on her knee.
"Hiss..." Feng Xiaoxiao frowned.
Nie Zheng pressed the edge of the plaster to her and asked.
"How did your knee get injured?"
"Uh..." Feng Xiaoxiao frowned and thought for a while.
"I can't remember clearly. It seems that I was injured during a trip when I was a child. I really don't know how it happened. I didn't think it was that serious at the time."
Nie Zheng frowned. He seemed to have something to say, but he remained silent.
Feng Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention, her focus was on her knees.
"It's cool and quite comfortable. I wonder why you still have this. Could it be that Mr. Nie prepared it for me?"
Nie Zheng's heart was shocked, but his face showed no expression.
"You're overthinking it. I work out regularly and play ball. These are the basic preparations."
"oh."
Feng Xiaoxiao came close to Nie Zheng and stared at his thin lips.
She really wanted to take a bite - she had been married for four years and had done countless intimate things, but she had never tasted it in this mouth.
I wonder if Mr. Nie’s kissing skills are as good as his bed skills?
Feng Xiaoxiao deliberately seduced and lit her red lips, "Mr. Nie, Armani's new style, orange flavor, do you want to try it?"
Staring at the red lips so close at hand, how could Nie Zheng not be moved?
The Adam's apple rolled violently. Nie Zheng raised his hand, pressed it against her forehead, and pushed her face away, "I'm not hungry."
whispering sound.
Feng Xiaoxiao curled her lips and refused to kiss her.
It seems that only Song Feixue knows how good Mr. Nie's kissing skills are.
"It's done." Feng Xiaoxiao stood up, "I'm going to find Mr. Liao."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded slightly, "We'll come back after we've negotiated."
"What are you doing?" Feng Xiaoxiao was surprised, "Is something wrong?"
Nie Zheng frowned, "You are still Mrs. Nie now. Mr. Nie wants to have a meal with his wife. Is there any problem?"
"Well……"
Feng Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
"No problem."
A quarrel is a quarrel, and an unhappiness is an unhappiness. They are not true lovers, so there is no need to worry about that.
Since Mr. Nie wants to get along well before the end of the agreement, why not her?
"Then I'll be back soon."
Feng Xiaoxiao was carrying a bag and did not dare to use force on her right knee. Her posture when walking was still strange.
Nie Zheng frowned. This woman couldn't even remember how her knee was injured. She was really forgetful.