After rebirth, hug my beloved wife’s thigh tightly

After finishing the meal, An Yifei remembered that the serialization of "Picking Up a Sinister Boss" would start on Monday, but she seemed to have changed her personality that day and ignored her. An Yifei wailed and turned around to go to the studio. .

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Song Yuchen, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard An Yifei shouting outside, and was so frightened that he rushed out without having time to wipe off the foam on his hands.

"I forgot to check the matters related to Monday's serialization. I should have sent it to Xia Xia yesterday..."

An Yifei turned to look at Song Yuchen with a sad face, but when she saw Song Yuchen rushing out in a hurry with foam on her hands, An Yifei felt less depressed.

"It scared me to death. I thought you fell."

Song Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that An Yifei was fine, and his frown eased.

"Hehe, I'm fine. I'm going to the studio. Come and accompany me later!"

"it is good!"

An Yifei stepped forward and pushed Song Yuchen to the kitchen, then turned around and went to the studio.

Song Yuchen smiled and was busy with the work at hand. After cleaning up, he took his work computer to the studio.

Song Yuchen looked at An Yifei working seriously, as if her whole body was emitting light, making it difficult to look away.

An Yifei was immersed in her own world and didn't notice Song Yuchen coming in.

After Song Yuchen came in, he didn't disturb An Yifei. He went straight to the sofa next to him and sat down, looking at the reports on the computer.

Two people stay in the same room and do their own things without disturbing each other, and the years are peaceful.

As the night got darker, An Yifei also completed the final verification and sent the final verified comics to Xia Xia.

An Yifei stretched, moved her somewhat stiff neck, rubbed her wrists, and prepared to tidy up and get up.

As a result, a warm feeling came to her neck. Song Yuchen had already seen An Yifei moving her neck, and knew that her neck must be uncomfortable after bowing her head for a long time.

He stepped forward and rubbed her cervical spine to soothe her.

"How's it going? Is your strength okay?"

"Yeah, thank you brother Yuchen!"

An Yifei knew it was him from the beginning, and the familiar smell made her feel safe.

"Silly girl, you told me you don't need to say thank you, but you still can't remember it? Huh?"

Song Yuchen leaned down and spoke in An Yifei's ear.

"Give me your right hand."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and put it in front of An Yifei. An Yifei smiled and handed it over.

Song Yuchen slowly rubbed An Yifei's right hand. After the massage, the pain in An Yifei's neck and hand was relieved a lot.

"Okay, let's take a shower. You go wash first and I'll put some water in for you."

After Song Yuchen finished massaging An Yifei, he patted An Yifei and packed the things on the table for her.

An Yifei smiled and nodded, then turned and went to the bedroom to get clothes.

After cleaning up, Song Yuchen went to the bathroom. The bath water had just been put away when An Yifei came in.

Song Yuchen smiled and rubbed An Yifei's head, then turned and left the bathroom.

By the time An Yifei finished washing, Song Yuchen had already finished washing and was sitting on the bed looking at the computer.

"Isn't the work done yet?"

An Yifei came over and asked, wiping her hair and looking at the things on the computer curiously.

"Huh? Falcon? Did he go to country S? There is no news from my side, and there is no news from your side either?"

An Yifei suddenly remembered that she had asked people to investigate him at that time, but the results were fruitless. She had been so comfortable recently that she didn't even think about the remnants of things before.

"Yes, I'm looking for him too. Xu Qing is in country S."

Song Yuchen glanced at An Yifei and then closed the computer. He took the towel from her hand with some displeasure, got out of bed and walked behind her to wipe her hair.

"Why did you come out without drying yourself? What if you catch a cold? Sit here and wait for me. I'll get the hair dryer."

"I know, I'll definitely blow it dry next time!"

Song Yuchen sat An Yifei down on the bed, tapped An Yifei's forehead with some annoyance, then turned and went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer.

Song Yuchen, who brought the hair dryer, saw An Yifei lying on the bed and was drowsy, so he stepped forward and pushed An Yifei and said softly: "Baby, dry your hair before going to bed."

After saying that, he sat on the edge of the bed, placed An Yifei's head on his lap, connected the hair dryer to the socket on the bedside, and blew An Yifei's hair.

An Yifei was a little tired, so she hummed slightly, closed her eyes and let Song Yuchen blow her hair.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer was like a lullaby, and it didn't take long for An Yifei to fall asleep.

When Song Yuchen saw An Yifei falling into a deep sleep, he turned down the hair dryer to reduce the noise.

After blowing her hair, Song Yuchen picked An Yifei up and adjusted her sleeping position, then dimmed the lights in the room and put the hair dryer back in the bathroom.

The orange light cast soft light and shadow on An Yifei's face, and her slightly trembling eyelashes were like a butterfly flapping its wings, calm and indifferent.

Song Yuchen came out and saw An Yifei's peaceful sleeping face. He gently pressed a kiss on her forehead, then got into bed and turned over to hug An Yifei.

Little girl, I'll let you go tonight, but I won't let you go tomorrow night, Song Yuchen thought to himself.

**

At this moment, Nanfeng was not so happy. As soon as Teng Zixuan agreed to him, he received an urgent notice not long after that there was a difficult operation that required Teng Zixuan's help.

After receiving the news, Teng Zixuan hurried to the conference room for a meeting to discuss the surgical plan.

The operation was scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening, and it was now 11:30. Nanfeng had been waiting for Teng Zixuan to come back.

Several times, Nanfeng could hardly hold back his sleepiness, and his eyelids kept chattering. He could imagine what they would say if their eyelids could talk.

Lower eyelids: Upper eyelids, let’s play together!

Upper Eyelid: No, we can't be together, the master won't agree!

Lower eyelids: Yes, you see he is so sleepy, he will definitely agree to us being together!

Upper Eyelid: No, no, we can't be together, I have to stand firm for the master!

If Teng Zixuan didn't come again, Nanfeng might really agree to keep his eyelids together.

Nanfeng was so sleepy that he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and instantly became more awake.

As soon as he sat back on the bed, Teng Zixuan came in wearing surgical clothes.

"Are you still awake?"

Teng Zixuan's face was full of exhaustion, but the moment he saw Nan Feng, his fatigue dissipated a lot.

"Well, I'll wait for you to come back."

Nan Feng looked at Teng Zixuan's tired look and felt heartbroken.

"I have clean clothes in my backpack. You can take a shower and change out of them."

Teng Zixuan sat on the sofa, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, nodded, took out Nanfeng's summer training clothes and went to the bathroom.

Nanfeng's clothes are still a bit big for Teng Zixuan, and they are very loose, but fortunately, the training clothes are also very comfortable to wear.

After Teng Zixuan finished washing and went out, he saw Nanfeng leaving a place for him on the other side of the bed.

"I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Teng Zixuan was afraid of touching Nan Feng's wounds while sleeping. Besides, Teng Zixuan was still a little uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed when they just got together.

"Come up, the bed is comfortable and big, so you won't touch me. Besides, you're not hurt if you sleep here! If you don't sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa!"

Seeing that Teng Zixuan didn't respond, Nanfeng opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Upon seeing this, Teng Zixuan hurried over and sat beside the bed, fearing that Nanfeng was going to sleep on the sofa, "Okay, okay, okay, don't bother, just go to sleep!"

As he said this, he covered him with a quilt and lay down in it himself.

As soon as he lay down, Nanfeng hugged Teng Zixuan into his arms. This action frightened Teng Zixuan, and he quickly turned over to see if there was any wound on him.

"No collision, go to sleep! Good night, Xuan Bao."

Nanfeng said with a smile, and kissed Teng Zixuan's forehead. This move made Teng Zixuan's beautiful fox eyes widen, with mist still in them.

Nanfeng's heart tightened when he saw this, and he swallowed unconsciously.