Shen Jiayu tried to rub his shoulders, but found that he couldn't move them at all.
Su Ping noticed his embarrassment and, remembering that she had leaned on his shoulder when she first woke up, felt a little embarrassed.
"I just fell asleep, you can ignore me."
As Su Ping spoke, she reached out to rub his shoulder, but as soon as she put her hand on it, she heard him groan, his face looking as if he was enduring something.
At this moment, the assistant in front couldn't help but speak up.
"Miss, it's best if you don't touch the boss's arm right now, he's..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt that unfriendly gaze, which frightened him so much that he immediately shut his mouth.
It's his fault for being so ignorant. He shouldn't have kept his mouth open. Why did he have to meddle in other people's business?
Su Ping had already heard what her assistant said. She glanced at Shen Jiayu apologetically and then tried to withdraw her hand.
The next second, Shen Jiayu grabbed her hand and placed it on his arm.
"It's okay, don't listen to him. I'm feeling a bit sore, you can massage it for me."
Su Ping blinked, hesitated for a moment, then poked his arm and asked, "Does it really not hurt?"
The moment her fingers left his arm, she heard a hissing sound.
She couldn't help but look at Shen Jiayu, whose back teeth were almost grinding to powder, and asked again with some concern, "Does it really not hurt?"
Shen Jiayu shook his head again, as if he had made up his mind, and grabbed her hand and pressed it onto his arm.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Upon hearing this, Su Ping, with some skepticism, began to massage him.
After all, I had just slept with my head on his shoulder for so long, so it wouldn't hurt to give him a massage now.
Gradually, she came to believe that he was no longer in pain, so she gradually increased the pressure of her massage.
Only the assistant sitting in the passenger seat knew how tightly Shen Jiayu gripped his seat, as if he wanted to pry his back off.
So he couldn't help but give Shen Jiayu a thumbs up in his heart.
It has to be the boss; with such strong perseverance, he'll succeed at anything.
Su Ping pressed the buttons a few times before her hand started to ache.
The main problem was that the muscles under his suit were too hard, making her fingers hurt.
Are you feeling better?
Upon hearing her voice, Shen Jiayu immediately understood what she meant and said very sensibly, "That's enough, you don't need to press it anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ping immediately removed her hand from his shoulder.
Suddenly, the long-lost soreness returned, and he was sweating profusely from enduring it.
Su Ping happened to see it, and she found it a bit strange.
The air conditioning is on in the car right now, and it's raining outside, so why does he look so hot?
After easing his pain, Shen Jiayu thought about his family situation, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
He began by saying, "My parents' attitude might be a bit radical, and it's hard to explain in a short time, so please be prepared."
Su Ping paused for a moment, then nodded as if she understood: "Okay, don't worry, they can't bully me."
After he said that, she became a little curious about what kind of people his parents were, and what kind of parents they were that made him take the initiative to say such things to her.
Each lost in their own thoughts, neither spoke again, only the sound of raindrops pattering against the car window remained.
The Su family villa.
In the rain, a boy seemed to be standing under the eaves.
Aunt Mei opened the door and met the eyes of the boy outside.
Raindrops drifted in from time to time, but he held up his umbrella and didn't get too wet.
I don't know how long he's been standing here, but the tip of his nose is already a little red, making his face look even whiter.
Aunt Mei was startled and quickly opened the door behind her to let him in: "Little Song, when did you arrive? Why didn't you knock? Did you get soaked in this heavy rain?"
Song Qi moved his somewhat cold lips, his face already numb from the cold wind.
He closed his umbrella, said thank you, and walked inside. As he looked down, he saw Aunt Mei helping him with his shoes.
There, Su Ping's slippers were neatly arranged.
Is she not home?
Immediately, Song Qi stopped in his tracks as he walked inside.
Just then, Aunt Mei placed clean slippers beside his feet, smiled, and looked up at him, only to find that his expression was even worse than it had been outside.
"Xiao Song, Miss isn't home today. Is there something you need from her?"
Song Qi pursed his lips and asked, "When will she be back?"
Aunt Mei paused for a moment, as if wondering why he would ask that question.
"I saw a set of test papers that suited her well today, so I bought it for her. So when is she coming back?"
Song Qi realized that his tone was a bit anxious, so he made an excuse to explain.
"Didn't the young lady tell you?"
Aunt Mei's expression was a little strange. After all, she had witnessed the relationship between Miss and Xiao Song with her own eyes. Shouldn't she have told him about this?
What should we tell him?
Song Qi looked puzzled, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart.
Sure enough, the next second, Aunt Mei's words made his expression turn somewhat unpleasant.
"It seems that Mr. Su's business partner knows a doctor specializing in this area. We're looking to see if they can help Miss recover her previous memories."
Partners...
Song Qi's face paled again. Undeterred, he asked, "Partner? Is he that powerful? Who is he?"
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