Chapter 817

Song Banlan and Yu wanted to drop their cell phones at that time!

It's poisonous. In this case, it's necessary to put a wave of poison firmly.

Let people live or not!

The two were so popular that they began to type and reply, which roughly means that Song Ci was too much.

I can't help it. Although I'm very angry, I can't say anything bad because they both like Song Ci very much.

They could only complain that Song Ci was ruthless and unreasonable.

Of course, the two accused Song Ci of not seeing a word.

After eating a bowl of rice with marinated meat and several marinated eggs, Song Ci felt that she was very full.

At this time, the whole person collapsed on the sofa and stroked his round belly. It seems that he is not only full, but also a little supported.

After Chu Rong washed the dishes, he saw Song Ci paralyzed on the sofa, rubbing his stomach with his hands.

"Have you had enough?" Chu Rong asked, sitting beside Song Ci with his big hand on his stomach.

Song Zisheng nodded lovelessly.

It's all because Chu Rong cooked so delicious that he ate it carelessly.

"I'll rub it for you." Chu Rong's face was helpless, but he still wanted to make Song Ci more comfortable.

Song Ci did not refuse, but moved his hand aside and let Chu Rong rub her belly.

Chu Rong touched Song Ci's stomach and didn't know whether it was Song Ci's abdominal muscle or something else. Anyway, his stomach was hard. If it wasn't his abdominal muscle, he would have eaten too much.

Chu Rong recalled the memory of his mother rubbing his stomach when he ate and supported after an hour, and then began to rub his stomach for Song Ci in that way.

Chu Rong's strength is not strong, but it is not light.

Rubbing it on the stomach makes Song Ci feel a little painful and itchy. In addition, there is a special feeling that I can't say.

That kind of feeling is indescribable. It's not particularly uncomfortable to say uncomfortable, but it's not comfortable.

It's strange. I want to avoid it.

But I can't escape.

"How do you feel? Are you more comfortable?" Chu Rong asked as he rubbed Song Ci's stomach.

Song Ci was expressionless, shook his head and nodded again.

"What are you doing with your head shaking and nodding?" Chu Rong couldn't understand Song Ci's meaning. His men kept rubbing his stomach for Song Ci.

"A little painful and itchy." Song Ci explained honestly.

Chu Rong's actions stopped: "pain? Is it very painful?"

Chu Rong didn't calm down immediately when he heard Song Ci saying pain.

But it was a long time ago when my mother rubbed her stomach. Now I have forgotten what it feels like.

But vaguely remember, it seems very comfortable.

When my mother rubbed my stomach, I felt comfortable. When I rubbed my stomach for Song Ci, Song Ci felt pain. Needless to say, he must have rubbed it wrong.

"Not very painful, just a little." Song Ci looked at Chu Rong and said seriously.

Chu Rong's whole face collapsed.

Even if it's not very painful, it's also painful.

"Then, still knead?" Chu Rong was a little afraid to knead. He thought he must knead his stomach in the wrong way.

"Knead, although it hurts a little when kneading, it will hurt a little if you don't knead." Song Ci said seriously.

Chu Rong: "

Well, Churong thought he probably understood what was going on.

It hurts if you don't rub it. It's painful at all.