Chapter 267 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (19)

Alice took Cen Wenxing to find the masseur.

The technology is great, but the process is cumbersome.

The first care will be delayed for a week.

Apart from the one massage he was responsible for, someone had to help him apply lotion, oil and do a simple massage every night during the week.

This means that Cen Wenxing has a week of relaxing vacation and has to stay here.

Alice was overwhelmed.

She had just started dating a young boy, and they were in love. She had to accompany Cen Wenxing for a week to take care of him, and when she returned, the flowers were cold.

Alice was in a state of panic and "happened to" "meet" Tan Cheng.

Alice took Tan Cheng to the small garden.

Cen Wenxing is watching the news on his tablet.

The public divorce was a bit ugly.

Gong Qu and his wife ended up tearing each other apart on social media.

Alice: "Xing, look who I just met by the lake?"

Cen Wenxing glanced at Tan Cheng, then at Alice, then looked away and continued reading the news.

"If you want to be with your boyfriend, go ahead."

Alice left happily.

Cen Wenxing: "Have you learned it? I think he has a lot of things to match."

The masseur was very particular about some of the things he did, some of which Cen Wenxing felt were unnecessary, but he was very insistent.

Cen Wenxing once suspected that he wanted to charge more money.

Tan Cheng said he learned it.

At night, Cen Wenxing discovered that Tan Cheng did not lie.

He could handle all those bottles and jars, and he massaged them very carefully, from the fingertips to the fingertips, and then back from the fingertips, without leaving out his arms.

Cen Wenxing was getting impatient, so Tan Cheng started to coax him.

It should be coaxing.

The voice was low and a little bit pinched.

It is because the voice is cold that it does not sound like coaxing, but rather sounds like a cold program sound.

This soothing massage lasts for a long time.

Cen Wenxing was so sleepy that he yawned. The movie playing on the TV in front of him could not wake him up. His eyelids were fighting and he almost fell asleep several times. When he opened his eyes, he could see Tan Cheng giving him a massage.

There is a faint aroma of essential oils in the air.

Cen Wenxing struggled, and Tan Cheng gently held his hand.

"Don't move, it will be fine soon."

"Alice doesn't even want to do it, and you're rushing to do it. Are you stupid?"

"I want to see you." Tan Cheng paused, "Your hand is also important."

Tan Cheng: "The doctor told me that your hand problem is more serious than that of the average violinist."

Cen Wenxing closed his eyes.

One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.

Not only the hands, but also the arms, shoulders, and even the spine have some problems to varying degrees.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a one-term care, and he would just be left here for a week.

"Xingxing, can you practice less in the future?"

Cen Wenxing did not answer. He relaxed and left everything to Tan Cheng.

When I opened my eyes, Tan Cheng was not around. He had covered himself with a blanket, the bed was put down, and the curtains were thoughtfully drawn.

Cen Wenxing opened the curtains, and the sunlight covered most of the bed.

After he washed up and walked out, he heard the servants here complaining that a Chinese man had broken into the kitchen and said that the person he liked was not used to the breakfast they prepared and he was cooking for him himself.

Cen Wenxing walked over and took a look, and saw who else it was but Tan Cheng.

Such a tall person, wearing a plaid apron, looks a bit awkward.

Cen Wenxing tilted his head to take a look at the breakfast made by Tan Cheng.

It is his preferred Chinese breakfast.

However, it doesn't look good.

It looks unpalatable.

Cen Wenxing chose a Western breakfast.

Tan Cheng finished making the noodles and turned around to see Cen Wenxing leaning against the dining table, eating a sandwich and chatting with the servants. The noodles in his hand suddenly became hot.

Tan Cheng put it down silently and was about to eat it himself when a pair of chopsticks reached into the bowl and picked up two noodles.

Tan Cheng stared in amazement as Cen Wenxing stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

Cen Wenxing put down his chopsticks after eating.

"You don't even taste it after you finish it?"

Tan Cheng took a bite.

A bit salty.

I don't know why it still feels a bit bitter.

This is not a bowl of noodles that is worth presenting.

Tan Cheng silently pulled the bowl towards him.

Cen Wenxing: "Do you still remember the first time I cooked for you?"

"Um."

Very salty.

It was also that time that he realized that Cen Wenxing didn’t know how to cook.

Let him never have to do it again.

"You're so irritating. I put the salt jar in the dish and added a lot of water to dissolve it before hiding it in."

"You didn't say that, I thought you just weren't very proficient."

"Now that I've told you, and I have a reasonable suspicion that you're using this bowl of noodles to get back at me."

"I don't."

"Then you eat it all."

Tan Cheng actually sat down, picked up a big handful of noodles with his chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Cen Wenxing watched him finish eating calmly without saying anything.

The masseur's second massage expanded from the hands to the whole body. When he was massaging, his arms and legs were a little painful. The masseur said that if Tan Cheng had not given him a thorough massage the night before, he would have felt more pain today.

That's what I said.

But it still hurts.

There was still a dull pain after the massage, which made Cen Wenxing irritable the whole day.

When Tan Cheng gave him a massage in the evening, he was even less patient than last night.

Tan Cheng was very coaxing and stupid, Cen Wenxing said irritably: "Who taught you to coax people like this?"

Tan Cheng answered honestly: "Online video."

Cen Wenxing is a joke.

The irritability in my heart disappeared inexplicably, and I even felt like laughing.

Tan Cheng turned into an emotionless reading machine.

"How to be a qualified boyfriend, a hundred things a caring boyfriend should do, if you do these things, your girlfriend will definitely be inseparable from you..."

Cen Wenxing tried hard to hold back his laughter.

"Why don't you just recite the value of pi?"

Tan Cheng really started to recite.

Cen Wenxing was shaking with laughter.

Tan Cheng looked at him inexplicably, and asked with his eyes: "Am I still carrying it?"

Even funnier.

Cen Wenxing slowly put away the smile on his face and looked at him intently.

Silence allows ambiguity to grow and creates endless itch in the heart.

"Want to make a bet?"

"What's the bet?"

"Bet you don't dare kiss me at this moment."

Tan Cheng's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he almost immediately bent down to kiss him.

Cen Wenxing waited quietly, and said just one second before the post was put on.

"My hand hurts, why did you stop?"

Tan Cheng was stunned for a moment, then stepped back and continued to massage him.

He spoke in a low voice, feeling a little depressed and a little aggrieved.

"I don't dare."

Cen Wenxing raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I won."

"Um."

"Gently." Refers to massage.

"Can't."

"What if we're on the bed and I ask you to be gentler?"

Tan Cheng froze, then almost instantly straightened his back and looked at him.

Adam's apple rolling.

Dry mouth.

He said honestly, “I don’t know.”

Cen Wenxing closed his eyes and dropped the topic as suddenly as when he had brought it up.

Tan Cheng concentrated on massaging him.

The movements are gentle, making people unconsciously relax their whole body and mind.

Hard work is tiring.

It's been a tiring journey.

Especially when your hands hurt, you can feel the fatigue more clearly.

The simplicity and gentleness make people greedy.

He needs a safe haven.

"I just won the bet." Cen Wenxing suddenly spoke.

Tan Cheng raised his eyes.

Cen Wenxing closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

"Would you like to kiss me secretly while I'm asleep?"

The massage on my hands stopped.