After the kiss ended, Shen Fangli wanted to say something.
But he also felt that he could not refute Yan Xianjue's fallacies and heresies.
She simply shut up and stayed in Yan Xianjue's arms for a while.
He rudely pulled Yan Xianjue's hand away and ordered him in a harsh tone, "Keep pressing."
Yan Xianjue raised his eyebrows. The little girl has been in a bad mood recently.
He rubbed her patiently and asked her, "How does it feel?"
Shen Fangli was just joking originally. How could she expect a pampered young master to do such a job?
But after she felt it carefully, she unexpectedly found that it seemed really professional.
"Have you learned it?" Shen Fangli asked in surprise.
After saying this, she herself felt that it was impossible. Which young master would learn this?
His family members who are only protecting their son will definitely skin the other person alive.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xianjue actually gave her a positive answer.
"yes."
"Jin Zi loves snacks, and when I was little I didn't understand, so I fed her lots of snacks."
"Then her doctor taught me some massage techniques to help with digestion."
After saying this, Yan Xianjue pretended to shake his head and said, "Who knew she would give birth to a daughter who is even more greedy than she was back then? My skills have been improved over the years."
Shen Fangli: “???”
As long as she had even a milliliter of brain left, she would not doubt that this gold was a person.
So: "Gold is?"
Seeing that she had accurately grasped the key point, Yan Xianjue was amused: "Ah, didn't I mention that?"
"Jinzi is the horse I raised since childhood, and her daughter is called Yuanbao."
"I'll take you to my stable to see them someday."
Shen Fangli: “…”
Shen Fangli slowly raised her little fist.
Yan Xianjue reached out and shook his hand: "Do you want to hold hands? It's just a small matter, so just say it directly."
Shen Fangli: “…”
One of her hands was held, and the other was pressed under the hand that Yan Xianjue was massaging her.
Shen Fangli chose to create people directly with her head.
Yan Xianjue blocked it with his quick eyes and hands.
Yan Xianjue said helplessly: "There's no need to be so angry as to hurt the enemy by eighty and yourself by a thousand."
Shen Fangli said in disbelief: "You still know that I will be angry!"
"And it's a perfectly good idiom, why did you reduce it by a zero?"
"Listen to yourself, is this reasonable?"
Listening to Shen Fangli's accusations word by word, Yan Xianjue couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Under the moonlight, Shen Fangli's little face was tense.
Yan Xianjue suppressed his laughter, tried to look serious, and apologized loudly: "I was wrong!"
The tone was sincere, and if the corners of his mouth hadn't risen at this moment, Shen Fangli would have believed it.
She puffed up her cheeks and listed Yan Xianjue's crimes over the past two days: "You stroked me like you stroked a horse, fed me after feeding the horse, and now you're massaging me like you would a horse."
"Why don't you just find a horse as your girlfriend?"
Yan Xianjue was skeptical: "Am I really that excessive?"
Shen Fangli nodded firmly: “That’s too much!”
Yan Xianjue smiled lightly, and before Shen Fangli was really about to get angry, he knocked Shen Fangli on the forehead: “Idiot.”
"Just believe what I say."
"How can the massage techniques for humans and horses be the same?"
"Besides, Jinzi has his own doctor and nutritionist, and his daily food is pre-set with a fixed amount. How can I feed him more?"
He bent his legs, changed his posture, and lay on the grass with one hand on Shen Fangli's shoulders.
Looking at the starry sky, he whispered, "My grandfather died young. The old men from the Ji and Lin families were of the same generation as my grandfather, but only my grandfather died early."
"His life was full of ups and downs. He witnessed war as a teenager, his family business faced crisis in his youth, he lost his eldest son, of whom he was proud, in his middle age, and was plagued by illness in his later years."
"A year before he passed away, he even had bloating in his stomach after eating a little. I learned some massage techniques from his doctor at that time."
"I thought that would make grandpa feel better, and that's what he said, so I worked diligently as a laborer every day."
"Actually, now that I think about it, I was only a few years old at the time. I barely understood a few words, and I had no strength in my hands. How could it be useful?"
"Besides, my grandfather has the world's top medical team serving him. What does my massage skills mean to him?"
"Those insignificant actions were nothing more than Grandpa's way of indulging me in future self-comfort."
"When he passed away, he told us, 'Don't cry, grandpa has gone to heaven to be a star.'"
"Which star do you think he will be?"
Shen Fangli quietly watched the stars with him. She knew that he didn't need her answer at the moment.
Because they all knew that they were no longer at the age where they would naively believe that people would turn into stars after death.
The two of them stayed like this quietly for a while.
*
The bodyguard standing guard not far away covered his mouth tightly with his three big hands, until someone noticed that he was rolling his eyes from holding his breath, then he hurriedly let go of his hands.
"Captain Lu! Look at them!" As soon as he was released, the bodyguard immediately went to the captain to complain.
Uncle Lu glanced at him silently and warned him in a low voice: "If you make any more noise, we'll go back and practice on the weekend."
The person who complained immediately made a bitter face. The last time he accompanied the young master to climb the mountain, the captain asked him to practice when he returned.
After the training, he stayed in bed for a week.
This week it was finally his turn to travel with the young master, so why did he have to practice again?
Uncle Lu saw that he still didn't know how to learn his lesson and shook his head helplessly.
Such a lively personality is actually not suitable for the bodyguard industry.
But the young master didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything more.
Since they were both retired from the same unit, he still gave a reminder: "Young Master doesn't need your tearful empathy here, especially not someone like you who would cry loudly and disrupt the atmosphere."
If we attract the wolf later, who will be responsible?
*
A moment later, the alarm clock rang in the silent grassland.
Yan Xianjue took out his phone and took a look: "It's almost time, shall we go back?"
Shen Fangli deliberately took advantage of the light from her phone to look into Yan Xianjue's eyes.
I didn't cry, nor did I look sad. There was just a lingering feeling of longing.
Yan Xianjue noticed her gaze, pinched her cheeks with both hands, and pulled them away: "Please, so many years have passed, even if there was a huge heartbreak, you have recovered, okay."
"Besides, I didn't understand what death was at that time. By the time I understood, there were already wisps of green smoke rising from my grandfather's grave."
Shen Fangli: “…”
Shen Fangli’s face was pinched, and her voice was a little unclear, but there were some things she had to say today, otherwise she would suffocate to death: “Even at this time, can’t you give up your hell joke?!”
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