Chapter 126: Xie Yinghou is also an experienced masseur
The chef of the Xie family is really good at cooking, and surprisingly, the dishes he serves are all his favorites. This shows that Xie Jingcheng really put a lot of thought into it.
Song Qingxing ate a little too much for once, and finally couldn't help but reach out and pinch her belly. If she gained weight, she would really be sorry for her fans.
But she didn't have time to think too much.
Xie Jingcheng dragged me to deal with those relatives. Some people hated me, but naturally there were also people who liked me. This world is not just full of bad people, but also full of beauty and kindness.
Many relatives of the Xie family gave gifts, and Song Qingxing almost couldn't take them all. In the end, several bodyguards around Xie Jingcheng helped put the things in the bedroom.
So, wait until you finish meeting guests for the day.
Song Qingxing only felt that her calves were cramping, especially since she had been recuperating from an injury these days and had basically not exercised much. Standing for such a long time at one time was simply a torture to her body.
So as soon as he got back to the bedroom, he couldn't wait to collapse on the bed. Xie Jingcheng's bedroom was very clean and bright. The balcony was open and he could see the flowers blooming on the balcony. Everything was the same as before.
The change is not particularly big.
"Don't you want to take a shower?"
Xie Jingcheng's voice rang in her ears. Song Qingxing rested her cheek on the back of the silk silkworm and shook her calves.
"I've been standing all day. I'm so tired and my legs are so weak."
The little rabbit's tone was coquettish, just like a feather, gently stirring people's heartstrings.
Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly, then squatted down and rolled up the man's trouser legs. His delicate fingertips touched the calf, making the man shiver.
"Don't move, I'll give you a massage."
Xie Jingcheng put down his socks and slippers and rubbed the acupuncture points on his calves bit by bit.
"Um…"
Song Qingxing hummed comfortably, and immediately wanted to get into bed.
What is that strange sound?
It's just a massage, isn't it? Why are you making such noises? How spineless!
Song Qingxing condemned herself in her heart, and at the same time, she bit her lips tighter to prevent herself from making such a sound.
But... Xie Jingcheng's massage skills are very good, more comfortable than the previous times. How come this guy takes everything he does so seriously?
Song Qingxing couldn't help but let her thoughts wander, and then she heard Xie Jingcheng's low and pleasant voice, like two jade pendants made of top-quality materials colliding with each other.
"Qingxing, the scar on your leg has faded. It seems that the medicine my friend recommended is still effective. Apply it again after you take a shower."
"Once a day, the marks should be gone in a year or two."
Unexpectedly, Xie Jingcheng actually cared about these things.
I care more about this than the person in this body.
In fact, in the past, Song Qingxing would spend a long time tinkering with a pimple mark on her face or body until the mark was gone.
But later... she was busy filming, because after hitting rock bottom, she was lucky to have a role to play, so she had no time to tinker with cosmetics, or things that treat spots and acne scars, which are quite expensive.
As long as there are no visible marks on the body.
Her back was even more seriously injured because she fell off a horse during a horse riding scene and was almost covered in blood.
After resting for a while, Song Qingxing tried everything, but there were still some hideous marks on her back.
From that moment on, she no longer cared much about her physical disability. Now that someone cared about her so much, she couldn't help but feel emotional.
Xie Jingcheng may have brought me more emotions than my parents did.
"Thanks."
Song Qingxing supported herself on the edge of the bed with her hands, lowered her head and looked at the woman who was massaging her, thanking her from the bottom of her heart.
It wasn't because of the financial sponsor's identity, nor because of the feelings between the two, but because at this moment, she felt relied upon in her heart.
"Thank you, you don't have to thank me..."
Before Xie Jingcheng finished her last words, she felt something soft and slightly wet falling on her forehead. She knew without thinking that it was Song Qingxing's lips.
"Bo."
The sound of lips leaving forehead echoed in their ears, and both of them could hear it in the quiet bedroom.
Xie Jingcheng blushed, which was rare for him. He didn't control the strength of his fingers well and pinched Song Qingxing directly, hurting her.
"pain……"
She couldn't help but remind him.
"Sorry, I used too much force on my hands."
It was only at this moment that Xie Jingcheng realized that his grip was a bit too strong and he quickly let go.
After the two of them washed up, Song Qingxing blew her long hair dry and fell on the bed. She had chatted with too many relatives of the Xie family today and was exhausted.
To be honest, Song Qingxing had never seen such trouble with her relatives.
It is estimated that her WeChat step count has reached 20,000 steps.
But just as he lay down on the bed, Xie Jingcheng was rummaging through the suitcase. He moved very quickly and soon took out the bottle of ointment.
The ointment is packaged in a porcelain jar, which depicts scenes of a century-old Chinese medicine family curing diseases and saving lives.
Song Qingxing's mouth twitched slightly. No matter how you looked at it, this looked like a folk remedy.
But it does work. Sometimes, some less famous ointments can be surprisingly effective.
Xie Jingcheng unscrewed the ointment, mixed some ointment with his fingertips, and patiently applied it on the pink scar. A few traces of sutures could be seen on the scar, but the doctor had used cosmetic sutures, so they were almost invisible.
Scar removal medicine like this cannot be simply applied; it needs to be rubbed for two or three minutes until it soaks into the skin to be effective.
Xie Jingcheng is extremely patient.
After applying the lotion on his calves, he raised his eyes and stared at Song Qingxing. His meaning was obvious.
Change my clothes quickly.
Song Qingxing was a little shy, so she turned her face away.
"Xie Jingcheng, can you close your eyes?"
Xie Jingcheng: ...
"Why are you like the heroine in Japanese comics?"
I get shy easily.
"But you stare at me straight, and I always feel that you are going to do something to me..."
Although she was a little speechless, Song Qingxing still took off her clothes obediently. She was wearing a white lining.
The lace design made both of them blush a little.
Xie Jingcheng couldn't help but think that the little rabbit looked good in this kind of outfit. Next time, maybe he could ask his personal assistant to prepare a few sets.
Although her heart was in turmoil, Xie Jingcheng had won the Best Actress award long ago, so her face remained calm.
Pretending to be a top gentleman.
She picked up a little ointment with her fingertips and continued to apply it slowly. Only when both places were covered with the ointment did Xie Jingcheng leave. Her fingers were still sticky with the scent of the medicine and needed to be washed carefully.
When she came back, Song Qingxing had already put on her pajamas and was wrapped in a quilt, with only her black hair showing.
Xie Jingcheng also lay down on the bed, but desire was burning in her heart, probably because of Song Qingxing's series of actions just now.
But... now I'm in the Xie family's old house.
You should be more restrained. Your parents are sleeping next door.
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