Chapter 268

... when the sun rises from the horizontal line, the African prairie wakes up, thousands of animals flock and cheer with glory to celebrate the little prince Simba born by the lion king and queen

Zhitong watched cartoons on the big screen for the first time, and was immediately attracted. She held Zhang Ke in one hand and Wanqing in the other. She clutched tightly, as if she was afraid that the two people would sneak away while she was absorbed, but her eyes kept staring at the screen, and asked strange questions from time to time, such as why hyenas are so ugly, When will Simba and Nana get married? Nana is a lioness. Why do she have such beautiful blue eyes? Why does the old baboon elder Lafarge know Chinese Kung Fu? I don't know where there are so many problems at her young age. Fortunately, her attention is on the screen. Zhang Ke and Wanqing don't have to be poor to deal with her strange problems.

In the middle of the film, Zhang Ke thought that the snacks and drinks fully prepared were empty. Zhitong looked at Zhang Ke pitifully. Zhang Ke had no way. He was ready to stand up and take a look in the front row. He hoped that Xi Yu and Xi Rong didn't have a good appetite. Xie Wanqing presses his shoulder and points to the bathroom indicator in the front left corner of the hall. She wants to go to the bathroom and help Zhitong get snacks by the way.

Haizhou cinema is an old building built in the 1970s. The space between the front and rear seats is very crowded. Xie Wanqing took off her coat and put it on the seat. Zhang Ke took her hand and guided her to the aisle. This is a very natural action, but it makes Xie Wanqing feel a trace of warmth in her heart. Her four fingers are arranged in Zhang Ke's palm. Her thumb pinches the back of his hand and carefully wants to squeeze past him. Her lower legs rub twice and her heart tips tremble twice.

Zhitong followed to go to the front. Zhang Ke held her small hand and hugged her in his arms. He didn't let her follow. He was worried that she wouldn't separate if she went together with Xi Rong and Xi Yu. Zhi Tong glared and beat Zhang Ke with a pink fist. Seeing that Zhang Ke was unmoved, she leaned against him to continue watching the film.

Wanqing came back soon. Sitting in the aisle, he handed Zhitong snacks. Zhang Ke put Zhitong back in his position. He didn't expect to sit inside in a different position with Wanqing. He still led Wanqing's soft boneless hand and let her go in. Wanqing has just washed her hands. Her hands are a little cold. She accidentally stepped on a hard object under her feet and was startled. She owed her body and turned her foot a little. The whole person fell into Zhang Ke's arms and sat on Zhang Ke's thigh.

Xie Wanqing's temperament is elegant, graceful and luxurious. For a moment, Zhang Ke's hand fell on Wanqing's thigh. She wore a pair of jeans and spread the warmth to her palm. Seeing Wanqing sitting on her thigh like she lost her reaction, Zhang Ke held her slender waist and asked her if she had sprained her feet.

"Ah... It seems to hurt." Wanqing came back and bent down to touch her ankle. She needed a lie to hide her inner trembling. At this moment, she found how much she wanted the man's hug.

Zhang Ke also bent over to touch her ankle, arms around her waist, chest and abdomen close to her back.

Suddenly gentle, 5 or 6 seconds, Wanqing stood up with her body, turned her feet that didn't hurt at all, and returned to her seat. She just felt that her body was very hot.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Ke asked Wanqing across Zhitong.

"A little, not very powerful..."

"Is there any swelling?"

"It doesn't seem..."

"What's the matter with mom?" Zhitong asked with concern.

"Nothing happened. I almost fell down..." Wanqing told the truth, but it seemed to comfort Zhitong.

After the film, Zhang Ke took Zhitong's hand and Wanqing sitting in the seat without moving, waiting for Fu Jun in front to hold the two sisters Xi Rong and Xi Yu in his left and right hands, and come along with his wife Li Mingyu and nanny.

Seeing that they were sitting still, Li Mingyu asked them, "what's the matter?"

"Maybe she's sprained her feet..." said Wanqing, sitting inside. All the people sitting in the middle withdrew from the other side.

"Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's no big deal. Just go back and pack it with ice..." Xie Wanqing had to continue her lie, otherwise she couldn't face Zhang Ke.

"You take Zhitong to eat KFC together. I'll send sister Wanqing back. Remember to bring us one back..."

Zhang Ke took Zhitong out and handed it to Li Mingyu. Li Mingyu also picked Zhitong up: "isn't it serious?"

"It's all right, you go first." Wanqing told them to go quickly. She couldn't bear her lies and couldn't refuse Zhang Ke to send her back. They didn't know how to face him. They had to continue to pretend. In this mood, they were impatient with Li Mingyu's concern. Fortunately, the people behind were pushing them to go quickly. Fu Jun and Li Mingyu finally left with the flow of people.

The ceiling light of the hall was on, and the soft light came down. Zhang Ke bent down to touch Wanqing's ankle: "this way?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Ke folded the partition in the middle, picked up Wanqing's right leg and put it on his knee. He rubbed it gently through thin cotton socks: "can you go?"

Wanqing felt it was good to lie, and dared not wantonly ask Zhang Ke to help him knead his ankles in the cinema. She shyly took back her feet and said, "let's go. The next scene will begin soon."

Fu Jun and Li Mingyu were still waiting for them in the parking lot. Seeing Xie Wanqing holding Zhang Ke's shoulder, he turned his feet out and asked with concern, they left. Xie Wanqing asks Zhang Ke to sit in the car with her hand. Fine sweat is seeping from her forehead. It's embarrassing to face her inner lie, but it must continue.

Back to xiaojinhu villa, the cook and another nanny sat in the downstairs living room watching TV, helped Zhang Ke help Xie Wanqing upstairs and let her lie on the bed in her room. The cook and the nanny went downstairs. Zhang Ke prepared an ice bag, sat on the bed and helped Wanqing take off a sock to reveal her delicate white jade feet. Her ankles were white and greasy, and she could hardly see her ankles. Zhang Ke smiled and asked her, "will they smell? Do you want to wash your feet first?"

"What are you talking about? How can my feet stink?" Wanqing is beautiful and beautiful. Her eyelashes tremble slightly. Her eyes are a little dodgy and a little shy. At this moment, she is not only mature and beautiful, but also like a shy girl, which reminds Zhang Ke of the situation when she first saw Wanqing last summer. Wanqing raised her feet to Zhang Ke's nose, smiled and said, "why don't you smell it?" but let Zhang Ke grasp it with one hand, tremble slightly, calm down, looked at the ice bag in Zhang Ke's hand and asked timidly, "will it be too cold..."

Zhang Ke put down the ice bag and took his hand soaked in the ice bag to touch the soles of Wanqing's feet. Wanqing caught a cold. His feet couldn't help shrinking back. He gently shouted: "it's too cold, too cold. Forget it, let's take a rest and let it go naturally. Well, it's impossible to walk tomorrow. It's a big deal to rest for another day tomorrow..."

"Why don't you rub it for you?" Zhang Ke grabbed Wanqing's feet again. "You lie down."

Wanqing lies down with her hands behind her. She only wears a cashmere sweater to fully expose her exquisite and perfect figure. Zhang Ke is a little stunned. She hasn't examined Wanqing's perfect curve so close. Wanqing was a little embarrassed. She turned to lie on the bed and took her coat cover to her plump hips. She heard Zhang Ke smacking with regret. Her body was a little hot. She didn't have the courage to turn back and blame him. I feel that Zhang Ke's action of rubbing his ankle is very careful and gentle. It's a very firm feeling. It's light friction, numb and itchy. I've never experienced this feeling and it's difficult to describe it in words. Even so, Wanqing still insists on the lie in her heart: it doesn't matter. She just sprained her foot. Zhang Ke should be rubbed.

**It's a trap that struggles deeper and deeper. Wanqing feels a little confused. She can't help but expect Zhang Ke's hands to go up and her body to get hot. It's just that her sense of shame that hasn't been extinguished is implicating her reason. Her feet shrink slightly and wants to avoid the kneading that makes people sink.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm ticklish." Xie Wanqing turned to take back her feet. She can't sink like this.

"Will it still hurt?" Zhang Ke didn't let go.

"Some pain, but much better." Wanqing wants to let Zhang Ke knead like this, but what is such kneading, but if it goes on like this, she will be uncontrollable and want to ask for more.

What should I do? Wanqing's reason and * * are struggling.

"Why don't you rub your right foot? In the cinema, you look like you sprained your right foot."

"Ah!" Wanqing was stunned there and forgot to retract * *'s slender left foot. Did she rub Zhang Ke's right foot in the cinema? By the way, he sat on his right hand in the cinema. Wanqing covered his face with his hands and didn't have the courage to see Zhang Ke again.

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