The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 107

Zhou Yang helped Cheng Xiaoman to sit on the office sofa. He grabbed a chair and sat down, then put Cheng Xiaoman's injured foot on his thigh.

"Let me first see if there is anything wrong with the bones!" Zhou Yang stretched out **** and gently pressed down, then grabbed Cheng Xiaoman's heel and did a small circular motion, and at the same time asked whether it hurt or not.

After a simple examination, Zhou Yang believed that Cheng Xiaoman was only injured by ligaments and musculature, and the ankle bone should be fine.

"Then... I'm about to start!" Zhou Yang said.

"Wait!" Cheng Xiaoman suddenly struggled to take out a clean headband from his pocket and bit it in his mouth.

"Good!" Cheng Xiaoman stared at Zhou Yang with wide eyes and said vaguely.

Zhou Yang laughed blankly.

"Smiling?" Cheng Xiaoman continued "big tongue".

Zhou Yang laughed louder and louder, and finally slid off the chair.

Ignorant girl, do you think a headband can block the power of my magic hand? You are so naive.

Zhou Yang secretly shouted in his heart: "Magic hand skill, activate."

Hmm...If only the special effects of golden light flashed on the finger at this time would be great.

Zhou Yang's palm slowly covered the swollen ankle of Cheng Xiaoman.

"Yeah!" Cheng Xiaoman frowned instantly.

pain!

It really hurts!

"I'll rub it for you first, let's start!"

Zhou Yang's palm moved against Cheng Xiaoman's purple ankle a little bit, and the heat that made people feel comfortable groaning flowed out of the palm of the hand, injected into Cheng Xiaoman's ankle, and spread all the way to her body.

It seems that every cell is cheering, every nerve is stretching.

Cheng Xiaoman's breath slowly became heavy.

That feeling reappeared.

Cheng Xiaoman's legs slowly straightened and twisted tightly together, like a jade sculpture's toes hooked vigorously, seeming to use all of his strength to close a certain gate.

She had a hunch that once the gate was opened, it would be flooded and out of control.

"I'm going to work hard!"

Zhou Yang's forehead was already oozing fine sweat. Although the magic hand is powerful, it also consumes a lot of energy.

"Ah!" Cheng Xiaoman couldn't help but yelled, and the headband fell from his mouth. But she couldn't take it anymore, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

At the same time, Zhou Yang found that Cheng Xiaoman's muscles were very tense, accompanied by shaking.

"Nin Yi Ren... I have to massage again!" Zhou Yang didn't care about her embarrassment at the moment, and devoted himself to rubbing her wounds to dissolve the bruises.

After experiencing a wave of uncontrollable feelings, Cheng Xiaoman just took a few breaths, and then was mobilized again.

She couldn't help it anymore, bent down, hugged Zhou Yang's waist tightly, and made a whining sound.

Finally... Zhou Yang took a sigh of relief, retracted his hand, and said with exhaustion: "Well, I can't move today, I should be able to walk on the ground tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Cheng Xiaoman was sweating profusely and his clothes were wet.

"You're welcome, who made us partners!" Zhou Yang grinned, "If you don't mind, I will squint in the office for a while."

"no problem!"

Zhou Yang sat on the other end of the sofa, stretched out his two long legs, and collapsed his upper body on the sofa. After a while, he really fell asleep.

Cheng Xiaoman didn't know what to do next.

Zhou Yang didn't let himself move, he must listen to him. But now the lone man in the office...

Slowly, Cheng Xiaoman's heart calmed down. Her gaze fell on Zhou Yang's beautiful side face. There were still unevaporated sweat beads on the tip of the other party's nose. You can imagine how exhausted the massage just now was. .

A gentleness surged in Cheng Xiaoman's heart.

This man pulled himself out of the quagmire wholeheartedly. Although he hasn't seen the result yet, how can she not be moved by this heart?

Gently, Cheng Xiaoman rubbed against Zhou Yang.

She was afraid of shaking the sofa to wake Zhou Yang.

Soon, the distance between the two people was less than 30 centimeters, and they breathed each other.

Cheng Xiaoman slowly lay beside Zhou Yang, his hair touching Zhou Yang's hair slightly.

A feeling called "An Xin" surrounded Cheng Xiaoman.

"Zhou Yang, do you know? I have never been so close to any man!" Cheng Xiaoman listened to Zhou Yang's even breathing, and said softly, "Thank you for giving me a sense of security!"

"you are welcome!"

"I'm not polite...Ah, Zhou Yang, you didn't sleep?" Cheng Xiaoman was startled and sat up directly. When she was habitually trying to stand, she felt severe pain in her ankle.

A strong arm came around from the waist and held her firmly.

"Go home?" Zhou Yang stood up and asked softly.

It's getting late, it's time to close.

"But doesn't the decoration team need someone to stare at?" Cheng Xiaoman's body was soft, he hummed and asked.

"No... the foreman is a relative of my housekeeper, and the bill is settled after the fact. They dare not fool around!" Zhou Yang laughed.

"But... I can't walk!"

"I'm carrying you!" Zhou Yang came to Cheng Xiaoman, bent his knees slightly, waved his hands backward, and let Cheng Xiaoman come up.

Cheng Xiaoman bit his lip and thought for a while, leaning forward, his arms around Zhou Yang's neck.

Zhou Yang pulled his hands back, held her legs, and flicked upwards, Cheng Xiaoman clasped his arms more subconsciously.

...

The night is sultry.

Zhou Yang walked slowly under the street lamp with Cheng Xiaoman behind his back.

"Zhou Yang, you are very much like my father..." Cheng Xiaoman on his back suddenly said.

"The impression of my dad is very vague...probably before I went to school, I just remember that he often carried me on his back!" Cheng Xiaoman's tone became lower and lower, as if he was lost in memory.

Zhou Yang did not answer.

He heard Mu Ziqing said that Cheng Xiaoman was an orphan, lost his parents at a very young age, and had a miserable life experience.

Cheng Xiaoman's even breathing sound came from behind...he fell asleep.

Really fell asleep.

Zhou Yang slowed down, as if carrying a rare treasure, for fear of awakening her.

"Dad...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

On Zhou Yang's shoulder, a water stain was getting bigger and bigger.

Zhou Yang sighed secretly in his heart and decided not to send her home.

Cheng Xiaoman was exhausted and exhausted for days.

In a daze, she seemed to get in the car and seemed to have entered a huge house.

That night, Cheng Xiaoman's sleep was the deepest in history.

The bed is very soft and spacious.

She is very comfortable and at ease.

...

In the morning, when the sun shone into the room, Cheng Xiaoman stretched out a big lazy waist and opened his eyes.

Beautifully decorated ceiling, soft oversized bed, where am I?

Cheng Xiaoman, who had been practicing martial arts for many years, instantly awoke and jumped off the bed.

My ankle hurts slightly...

The memories of last night burst out instantly.

She was injured, Zhou Yang massaged her, and then Zhou Yang carried her back to send her home.

But where is this place?

Cheng Xiaoman looked around and found that Zhou Yang, who was still wearing last night's clothes, was sitting cross-legged next to the door, maintaining the ancient yoga posture.

Cheng Xiaoman subconsciously looked at his clothes, they were neat and tidy.

Except for some wrinkles, no other traces were found.

Cheng Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, Zhou Yang should not be the kind of guy who took advantage of others.

She turned and opened the curtains.

Unfolding in front of you is a magnificent and luxurious manor.

A garden worker was watering the garden with a hose, someone in a chef's uniform was unloading vegetables at the corner door, and two security guards with electric batons patrolled the manor.

"Where is this?" Cheng Xiaoman muttered to himself subconsciously.

"This is my house... Did you sleep well last night?" Zhou Yang's voice came.

Cheng Xiaoman turned his head and met Zhou Yang's gaze.

"This is...your home?" Cheng Xiaoman stammered a little.