Returning to the hotel periodically, I smelled a slight sweat on my body, thinking that I was sweating on skateboarding today, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Because the room only had the relationship between himself and the child, he didn't hesitate to just wrap a bath towel on his lower body and walk straight out.
In the bedroom, Su Yuanzhan didn't know when he was here. He sat beside the bed and read children's books to Wangwang. The dim light on the head of the bed filled the man with the inhumane fireworks that Wu Cheng was talking about filled with a homely atmosphere. Wangwang nestled in the quilt quite cooperatively and heard the book with his eyes wide open.
His black and bright eyes were turning steadily. Now he saw his father coming out of the bathroom, crawling out of the bed, and yelling softly: "Dad, you finally came out." The child saw the cycle clearly. He looked like he smiled and covered his eyes, his gaze floated through his fingers, "Daddy is a big gangster, so he always wears no clothes at home."
Cycle was speechless, he rushed up and hugged Wangwang, pressing him on the bed, and jokingly said: "Dad is a big hooligan, then Wangwang is a little hooligan."
Looking around and laughing in the fluffy quilt, Cycle took the opportunity to scratch his armpits, he smiled even harder, and his white and pink face turned pink.
The cycle was so happy, I accidentally bumped into the injury, screamed, and slumped down on the bed.
Wangwang was so distressed that she didn't dare to make trouble, she lay beside him, blowing on his old waist thoughtfully.
Su Yuanzhan sat on the edge of the bed and smiled while watching their father and son fight each other. Suddenly he felt that it was not bad. It was lively but peaceful, warm but noisy, perhaps because of the lighting, atmosphere, and mentality. He felt in a daze in this small hotel. The smell of home is diffused.
Wangwang seemed to be blowing fairy qi, and Cycle was so happy that he boasted: "Wangwang is dead, and my father's waist doesn't hurt at all."
Su Yuanzhan then remembered the reason for his coming. He packed up the children's books on the bedside table to stop the father and son from fighting, and asked, "Where is the external medicine prescribed by the doctor today?"
Cycle straightened up half of his body and pointed to the drawer of the bedside table: "It's all in there."
Su Yuanzhan's slender fingers opened the drawer, opened the medicine box a few times, turned out the instructions, and learned roughly how to use it.
"Hopefully go into the quilt, I'm applying medicine to your father." He unscrewed the bottled medicine jar. This is a kind of oily medicine. Its main function is to invigorate blood and remove stasis. You must massage the skin carefully until the skin becomes warm. Row.
Looking forward to making room for Su Yuanzhan to administer medicine to his father, Cycle instead sat up and refused: "I can do it myself. I don't need to bother President Su for this little thing."
Su Yuanzhan's hands on the bottle of medicine stopped: "President Su?" He slanted his eyes to look at the cycle, "What's this again, don't you call me Mr. Su?"
"Hey!" Cycle realized that he had made a mistake, and called out President Su who had been shouting in the little girl's film before, and he was going to give this pot to Wu Cheng back, "I listened to what Wu Cheng said."
Su Yuanzhan didn't want to talk to him and patted the bed: "You can lie down and apply the medicine."
The heart that Cycle had just refused so severely couldn't come out now, and Yiyan lay on the bed.
Su Yuanzhan poured some medicated oil and kneaded it in the palm of his hand, pressed it on his lower back, and rubbed the medicine up with moderate weight. His fingers have distinct joints and are white and slender from a distance. In fact, the palms of his hands are slightly callused. After rubbing the cycle, the waist is soft and the skin is slightly red, but it also has the effect of medicine to cause heat.
The cycle was originally white, but after two years in the army, he finally got wheat-colored skin. After studying at home for half a year, he returned to the appearance of white flowers. The pure white bath towel wrapped around his hips, drawing a rounded curve, making him whiter. The hotel’s bath towels were cut corners and thinner than usual. With his 5.0 vision, Su Yuanzhan could clearly see that the round buttocks in front of him were separated by the bath towels, and the fabric in the middle collapsed slightly, leaving an ambiguity. Mark of. Moreover, the cycle is not tight, and the gap is looming. This kind of holding the pipa half-hidden face is even more fascinating than □□, and it is even more uncontrollable.
Su Yuanzhan's five fingers were evenly focused on Baili's rosy skin, and dark clouds were condensed in the deep pupils, as if the mountains and rain were about to come and wind all over the building.
Without knowing the cycle of enjoying the service while lying in bed, he squinted his eyes and called out: "More power!"
Su Yuanzhan smiled, his palms pressed slightly, and the skin under his palms reddened again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This medicine is strong enough, and the skin is hot." Cycle turned to look at his wounds, "Tsk tsk, it's all red."
He caught a glimpse of Su Yuanzhan's white skin under his cuffs, making fun of him: "I thought I couldn't get tanned, but I didn't expect you to be so white, hahaha!"
Su Yuan Zhanyuan's hands massaging on the waist of the cycle squeezed the soft skin of the lower waist without any seriousness, and threatened silently. Considering that his old waist was in the palm of his hand, Cycle immediately silently sealed it.
The white of the cycle is a healthy pink, and the white is flushed with red. At first glance, you can tell that it is a healthy young man. Su Yuan is so white that he is almost transparent, especially in his hands, he can almost count the number of light blue blood vessels on the back of his hands. If he hadn't fought with this person periodically, he knew how powerful he was. Just look at these hands, he would definitely I thought it was a diseased child who took three steps and took one step.
There were thin calluses in these sick palms, and the cycle became curious: "Ah, why do you have calluses in your hands?"
Su Yuanzhan raised the palm of his hand when he heard the words, and put it back on the cycle waist after reading it. He said faintly: "I used to use a knife and a stick at Shaolin Temple, but I couldn't get rid of it. What's wrong, does the massage make you uncomfortable? ?"
"No, I'm just curious, I thought you had suffered anything?" Cycle shook his head, "You really learned it in Shaolin Temple?"
"I can lie to you." Su Yuanzhan poured some potion and rubbed it on the cycle waist. "I went to study when I was very young. My grandfather is a Buddhist believer."
The cyclical skin is flexible and elastic, and the subcutaneous muscles have the unique strength of men, without a trace of fat, and the hand feels very comfortable. Su Yuanzhan was addicted to the touch, and the cycle urged: "Is it all right? I'm almost rubbing a layer of skin off!"
Su Yuanzhan reluctantly retracted his hand and covered the medicine bottle: "Okay."
I was tired from lying on the bed for a long period of time. I stretched my limbs and climbed down from the bed to stand. He had no awareness of being visited, and wandered around the room carelessly wrapped in a bath towel.
Su Yuanzhan almost suspected that this guy was deliberate, too foul! If it doesn't feel like this, then it's simply not a man!
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