Chapter 153

The temperature in the bedroom is very high. Tong Zimei in thin clothes just shows a piece of white and tender skin on his waist when he bends down.

with the scraping action, the white and tender skin swings back and forth slightly, showing the perfect curve of his waist.

After seeing it, Tang Chenghan couldn't help but fantasize.

After a short meeting, he heard Tong Zimei say, "OK," and then he took a towel to wipe the oil off his body carefully. He looked up and stared at Tang Chenghan's dark eyes, which caught Tong Zimei's attention like a whirlpool. Tong Zimei jumped in her heart for a moment, repressed her inner confusion, and affirmed, "this is my self-study, it still works - you turn over, face up, I'll give you a massage on your head."

Tang Chenghan chuckled and lay down. Tong Zimei went around to his back and calmed down his crazy heartbeat. Then he said calmly, "close your eyes. If you are comfortable, you will have a rest."

The concentration of the essential oil is just right. The fragrant and cool essential oil is smeared on his forehead. Among people, Tong Zimei uses his soft finger pulp all the way along the meridians of his face to the lymph nodes of his neck. This light and unique fragrance and appropriate strength make Tang Chenghan drowsy.

Before long, Tong Zimei heard Tang Chenghan's symmetrical breath.

Tong Zimei stops her movements, stands up and covers Tang Chenghan with a warm silk quilt. Then she goes downstairs and says to her servant Chen Ma, "he has a cold. He needs to have a rest. You can burn some vinegar and fumigate the bedroom."

The servant downstairs was surprised. She didn't make a scene with her husband because he was getting married?

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as soon as Tang Chenghan wakes up, it's dusk.

The light of the suite outside the bedroom is still on. There is a hazy light in the door. However, the light is weak. I think the light of the desk lamp in the outside room is the lowest.

He was the only one lying on the bed. Tong Zimei didn't sleep beside him.

Look at the cell phone on the bedside table. It's midnight.

So, gently open the quilt.

A little wet bedding made him realize that he was sweating in his sleep, but he was much more relaxed. After moving my arm, I feel like I have recovered from a serious illness.

By the dim light outside the suite, Tang Chenghan gets up, puts on his pajamas and goes outside.

I thought Tong Zimei would read with the light on outside, but I didn't expect to see another scene.

Dressed in a thin shirt, Tong Zimei curled up on the sofa and fell asleep leaning against the armrest of the sofa. With one hand still loose, he grasped the remote control in front of him. I think he was too sleepy to watch TV and went to sleep directly.

I don't know when the TV will turn off automatically.

At this time Tong Zimei, a small face pillow in the right hand, sleep is sweet.

Looking at her sleeping, I think she was too tired to give herself scraping and massage just now.

She is not a professional masseuse, but she knows how to prioritize, but she feels very comfortable. After scraping and massaging, she seems to hear her shortness of breath when she is sleepy.

Tang Chenghan's heart suddenly swelled with wisps of warmth, slowly came forward, carefully looked at the front of this sleeping face, his face appeared to be not easy to detect the doting smile.

At this time, there is a knock on the door. Tang Chenghan gets up and opens the door.

Maid Chen Ma was carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming dumplings on it. She looked up to see Tang Chenghan getting out of bed and seemed to be in a good mental state. She was a little surprised, "Sir, how did you get out of bed? All right? "

"I'm fine." Tang Chenghan changed the past gloomy, said with a smile, showing that he was in a good mood at the moment.

Chen's mother opened her eyes wide in surprise. How many days have she not seen her husband smile like this? As soon as the disease is cured, it's like a new person.

Chen's mother quickly disguised her surprise and looked at Tang Chenghan up and down, then she could not help but talk about Tong Zimei's hard work,

"Oh, good, this evening, I'm tired out of miss Isn't she going to have supper? "

Looking up and seeing Tong Zimei curled up on the sofa, he seemed to be asleep. He quickly stepped forward, put the dumplings on the table, turned around and found a blanket in the cupboard. He covered Tong Zimei with a blanket and said, "how can this work? You should catch a cold when you sleep on the sofa."

Tang Chenghan laughs and starts eating dumplings.

After a while, a bowl of dumplings came to the bottom.

When Chen Ma looked back, she saw the empty bottom of the bowl. She was a little surprised, "Sir, this Is that enough? "

Tang Chenghan nodded, "first of all, you go back to rest."

Chen Ma picked up the empty bowl and looked at Tong Zimei again. Then she turned and left.

When he got to the door, Tang Chenghan called her, "you said Miss was tired all night. What's the matter?"

This time, Chen Ma said, "you don't know, sir, you have a fever and sweat a lot. Every now and then, Miss Chen has to change a towel to cover your forehead. Besides, she has to take your temperature regularly She just fell asleep by your bed. I woke her up for fear that she would catch cold. Unexpectedly, she was sleeping on the sofa again Let her go to bed as soon as possible. Recently, she has a lot of colds. She is weak, so she has to be careful... "With the door of Tang Chenghan in Tong Zimei's side staring for a while, this just gently picked up her, into the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Tong Zimei suddenly grasped his arm tightly, closed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid Cheng Han, no, don't leave me... "

Although the last sentence was very light, Tang Chenghan still heard it clearly. His body was stiff and he looked down. The man in his arms frowned slightly, his eyes closed, and his eyelashes trembled, as if he had been frightened in a dream.

These days, she seems to love dreaming and talking in her dreams.

But just now this kind of dream talk is what he likes to hear, especially comfortable, and even he thinks it's the right time to catch a cold.

Let her have a good dream

Tang Chenghan's lips show a doting smile, and he lightly prints a kiss on Tong Zimei's clear forehead. He increases his arm strength to hold the weak woman, and then gently puts her on the spacious bed. Then he takes off his clothes and lies down side by side with her.

Tang Chenghan carefully looks at this sleeping woman with a sweet face. He can't help sighing. Only at this time will she let go of all her vigilance and panic and completely relax.

In his sleep, Tong Zimei's lips were slightly tilted, and her forehead was covered with a little messy short hair. Apart from an indistinct freckle near her ear, her porcelain white face was almost flawless. The whole face looked harmonious in proportion and natural. It was really sweet and beautiful.

Tang Chenghan's eyes linger on this delicate and flowery face. He has seen countless women. If only he is astonished, there is something more eye-catching than this face.

But I don't know why, if not together, those devil like beautiful faces will soon disappear from their memory.

Only the small face in front of me has appeared repeatedly in my dream for more than ten years, and it can be said that it has lasted for a long time and become more and more clear.

Because of this, I was tortured by her memory for nearly ten years.

Today, although it is a real embrace of this woman, but there is still some sense of unrealistic vanity in my heart.