Come To the Question

"Uncle, how are you..."

Song Man heard Song Qinglan's surprised voice on the phone, and to be honest, she was also a little surprised.

Why did she let her have a good time when she heard Chu Fengqiu was beside her! She also has an indescribable dream for Chu Fengqiu! Where is it safe!

"Fengqiu's child is relatively stable, and it should be fine with a full load."

Xu Qinglang explained to Song Qinglan next to him that he was furious when he first heard about Song Man and others going to the hotel, but knowing that Song Man was next to Chu Fengqiu, and the two children were just going out to see the snow scene, Xu Qinglang felt do not have much left.

Xu Qinglang admired Chu Fengqiu very much. Although Chu Fengqiu was only an adult, Xu Qinglang felt that this girl must have unlimited preconditions in the future. Chu Fengqiu had a stable personality and helped Song Man a lot.

Xu Qinglang watched Song Man's grades rise like a rocket, and he knew that Chu Fengqiu would tutor Song Man every day, and he was the one who came to teach Song Man at the beginning, so he told Chu Fengqiu to teach Song Man. Autumn is a hundred hearts.

"But Man Man is not yet an adult, and it may be a little unsafe to be outside alone."

"Hey, Song Qinglan, it's as if you didn't stay outside and didn't go home when you were an adult. What could happen if I stayed in the hotel and couldn't go out? By the way, how did you know I was in the hotel?"

Song Man was bothering Song Qinglan to take care of her now, and then she remembered how Song Qinglan knew about this, she didn't use her ID card, it was Chu Fengqiu's.

"Someone saw it and told me."

"Then don't you know what's going on? Go tell my dad."

Why should the elders know about this kind of thing? Song Mandu is going to say hello to Liu Ma.

"How many times did you say you hung up on me?"

Song Qinglan looked at her mobile phone in her stepfather's hand, trying to keep her calm inquiries.

When she was notified at the time, let alone how angry she was, Song Man actually dared to hang up her five calls in a row.

Song Man's momentum immediately lowered, and he coughed twice.

"Do you want to tell me in advance about this kind of thing next time?"

"Hey, Song Qinglan, I'm not a child anymore. Why do I have to let you know about everything? My dad doesn't care so much."

Song Man irritably rubbed his wet hair and asked with a frown.

Seeing this, Chu Fengqiu went to get a dry towel and wiped Song Man's hair.

"It's almost done."

Song Man made a mouth shape to Chu Fengqiu, Chu Fengqiu shook his head and helped her carefully wipe her hair, Song Man did not stop her, but turned back and continued to look at the phone in his hand.

"Co-author, do you think I have less control?"

Xu Qinglang made a cold voice, which startled Song Man.

"Dad, are you still there?"

Song Man thought that Song Qinglan had already taken the phone, that's why he was so loud.

"Sister is also concerned about you, what is your attitude?"

Xu Qinglang rarely gets angry with Song Man. Once he gets angry, it's because Song Man has done something that he can't accept, or quarreled with Song Qinglan.

Xu Qinglang is the kind of person who likes family and everything, and he has always felt sorry for Song Qinglan's loss of his biological father when he was young, so he always let Song Man let Song Qinglan.

Right now, in his opinion, Song Man just said hello and ran out to play. Song Qinglan, the elder sister, was caring, and she was rudely contradicted by Song Man, which seemed particularly chilling.

"You forgot who took care of you and played with you when you were young. How could you talk to your sister like this?"

Song Man was the most troubled to talk about this, and his eyebrows tightened even more.

"You forgot that your sister took you out to play when you were a child, and you got lost accidentally. Are you in a hurry? Don't talk to your sister like this next time, do you hear me?"

"Let me correct it, she was obviously lost that time, okay?"

Xu Qinglang said that when Song Man was five years old, thirteen-year-old Song Qinglan took Song Man to the amusement park to play. He was accompanied by a nanny at that time, but there were too many people and they dispersed for no reason.

Anyway, when Song Man came back to his senses, he didn't see Song Qinglan, and everyone around her was taller than her, but Song Man remembered that she was standing in that building, and after she found it, she waited there.

But she thought about how stupid her sister was. She was so old that she could get lost.

"Song Man, you are obviously lost."

Song Qinglan also corrected. She was holding Song Man at the time. She didn't know why Song Man disappeared as soon as she turned around. The five-year-old Song Man was so young that she could not be seen in the crowd.

"But it wasn't me who cried and said, 'My sister is gone, have you seen her'?"

Song Man was very confused sometimes, and he is still very confused now.

She couldn't understand these indistinguishable truths and falsehoods.

Her feelings for Song Qinglan are far from disgust or love and admiration, which can be generalized.

"I didn't cry."

"You just cried."

"It's you who remembered it wrong."

"You don't admit it."

The two were arguing word by word over the phone, and the atmosphere was inexplicably a little joyous.

"I won't tell you, I'm hanging up, bye."

Song Man hung up the phone and muttered 'nasty ghost'.

Chu Fengqiu had long noticed the complexity of the relationship between Song Man and Song Qinglan, but he couldn't explore it for a while.

She wiped Song Man's hair almost dry and rubbed Song Man's temples.

Song Man let out a comfortable sigh and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Old Chu, I can't see that you still have this hand."

"The good guild used to have a headache, so I learned to press him, and I would press my body. Do you want to try?"

Because he is often on the water, the good father and the good wife also have severe rheumatism and always feel uncomfortable. Chu Fengqiu used to go to the master who pushed the back in the alley to learn it thoroughly, memorize the acupoint table by himself, and memorize the function of each acupuncture point. , If it wasn't for her young age, the master would have planned to accept her as an apprentice.

After she learned it, Chu Fengqiu would go to press her husband and wife. After she left Fu Lan, she hadn't touched this for a long time, but she had been doing hand speed training. It will also help them press, so this craft has not been abandoned.

"Try, of course!"

Song Man lay on the big bed, took off his bathrobe, turned his back up, and lay on his stomach obediently.

Chu Fengqiu did not expect her movements to be so neat, from the butterfly strands to the waistline, exuding a lustrous light.

Song Man was very white, and seemed to glow white under the light.

Sometimes Chu Fengqiu didn't want Song Man to be so defenseless against him, it was...it was hard to control himself.

"Old Chu?"

Song Mandu had been crawling for a while, but he didn't see the movement of the person behind him.

"I was wondering if I should use some essential oils."

Chu Fengqiu saw it in the bathroom, and it should be very nice to have it here.

"Uh... use it."

Song Man originally wanted to not use it, so she would have to take a bath later, but she is also a hedonist, and the effect of essential oils will definitely be much better, and it will also make her fragrant.

"Okay, I'll get it."

Chu Fengqiu saw two bottles of essential oils in the bathroom. They were written in French and looked delicate and romantic. She smelled both, chose the better one, and walked out.

Song Man was lying on the bed, dangling his legs and waiting for her to come. His back was smooth and white, and his dangling legs were long and slender, except for the hotel's pure white shorts, which looked like a large piece of delicious milk pudding.

Chu Fengqiu didn't dare to press on Song Man's body, so he just leaned on it and supported his balance with his legs.

Under her body is Song Man's softness, for fear of crushing Song Man.

"Why don't you come up, it's okay to press it, you are so tired."

Song Man took the initiative to adjust the position, asking Chu Fengqiu to give her a massage and having to support her so hard is really not a job.

The elastic softness filled the gap, and Chu Fengqiu took a deep breath.

Song Man was afraid that he wanted her life.

Song Man felt that he was doing the right thing, waiting for Chu Fengqiu to press her.

Some cool essential oil was poured on his back, and a scent wafted out. Song Man smelled it, but he couldn't smell it. It wasn't very strong, but it smelled pretty good.

There was a moderate pressure on the shoulder, Song Man closed his eyes, and his body became more and more relaxed.

The cold essential oil was stained with temperature during repeated kneading, and it even felt a little burning when pushed away on the back.

Because of the cooling and the snow outside, the warm air was on inside, making Song Man a little drowsy.

But the scorching heat became more and more obvious, not only on the back, but even on the chest, there was a feeling of heat.

Song Man even felt that the area in front of him that was in contact with the sheets was sweating, stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Chu Fengqiu..."

Song Man half-squinted his eyes, and called out to the person behind him in a sober state.

"Yep?"

Chu Fengqiu's movements stopped, the smooth fragrance of her fingertips made her uncomfortable, her cheeks were a little red, and there were even fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Do you feel a little hot?"

The heat became more and more obvious, and even Song Man felt a little dry and wanted to drink water.

"Is the room temperature too high?"

Chu Fengqiu looked at the indoor thermometer and found that it was still 26 degrees Celsius, which had not changed.

"Turn down the temperature, I'm so hot."

Song Man was a little sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, but his body was sweating hot, and with the essential oil on his back, it was sticky and uncomfortable.

Consciousness made her fall asleep quickly, but she wanted to cool off a bit before taking a shower.

Chu Fengqiu got out of bed to adjust the room temperature. When he came back, he almost lost his mind when he saw Song Man lying down.

Song Man seemed to be really hot, with a clear blush on his face and sweat on the tip of his nose. He was lying face up on the bed.

Although it was winter, the interior seemed to be the season when the snow and ice were beginning to melt, and the flowers on the snow peaks swayed as the temperature warmed.

"Chu Fengqiu, I'm thirsty."

Song Man was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he was thirsty.

Chu Fengqiu hurriedly poured water for Song Man, and helped Song Man to feed her two mouthfuls.

Song Man felt better. After Chu Fengqiu put down the water glass, he touched Song Man's face with the back of his hand.

Song Man felt the coolness, and vaguely told Chu Fengqiu to touch her again.

Chu Fengqiu took a deep breath again, feeling that it was really hard to endure it.

She cooled Song Man with her hands, and put both hands on Song Man's face, Song Man snorted a few times, and her eyelashes moved with difficulty.

Song Man reluctantly opened his eyes and yawned.

"Old Chu, I'm going to take a bath and then go to bed. There should be some oil on the quilt, but it shouldn't be much. If you don't think it's good, let someone change it."

"It's alright, go take a shower."

Song Man nodded, stepped on his slippers and walked to the bathroom sleepily, not forgetting to put the essential oil on the bed back to the bathroom.

She put the essential oil next to the sink and washed her face with cold water, barely awake.

She wiped her face, glanced at the essential oil inadvertently, and woke up directly.

Song Man speaks French and understands French.

There are two bottles of essential oils on this shelf, one for normal skin care and one for promoting the harmony of life.

The normal ones are still on the shelf, and the bottle in the sink is opened...

Song Man looked at the mirror and scolded him expressionlessly.

The author has something to say: I still owe a day, I will make up for it tomorrow, I am tired these days, everyone forgive me