The coquettish rival wants to have CP with me every day

Si Yan seriously recalled what Feng Jian said just now.Hmm... I should, probably, maybe, maybe remember all of them!

Forget it, he felt that he still couldn't remember, so he took the initiative to kiss Lao Gong on the lips as compensation.

Feng Jian was instantly satisfied.

After talking about this, Feng Jian went to seriously help his wife plan the rehearsal for the stage.

Si Yan doesn't know this stuff anyway, so he can only continue to work hard.

In order to reward Lao Gong, he specially waited until Feng Jian finished his work at night, and prepared a series of curative effects for him.

When Feng Jian was pulled into the medical room with his excited face, he was still a little confused.

"you think……"

"Take off your clothes first, and your pants too." Si Yan said.

Feng Jian: "..."

He seems to be fine lately...

Seeing him standing still, Si Yan reached out to help him take it off.

Feng Jian rarely saw his wife take the initiative, so he stood obediently and let his wife pick it up.

"Lie on it." Si Yan pointed to the hospital bed beside him.

Feng Jian: "..."

Does the wife want to play something exciting with him?

Seeing that he was standing still, Si Yan was about to push him when he was picked up by Feng Jian.

Then go to the hospital bed.

"I told you to lie down, why are you hugging me to lie down?" Si Yan felt baffled.

He was about to get up when Feng Jian pushed him down again and straddled him.

Si Yan: "..."

Did this guy misunderstand something?

"No, can you cooperate with me?"

Hearing what he said, Feng Jian was even more sure that his wife wanted to play new tricks with him.

He thought about it, and obediently stepped aside.

Then I heard Si Yan say solemnly: "Get down."

Feng Jian frowned upon hearing this.

He gets down?

This little thing has gained courage and fat, and really wants to fight back?

Seeing that there was something wrong with the way he looked at him, Si Yan finally had a flash of light in his head.

"You don't think I want to play with you in the medical room?"

"Isn't it?"

Si Yan: "..."

As expected of an old color critic, his mind is full of yellow waste.

"I see that it's been a bit hard for you to help me come up with ideas and rehearse the dance these two days. I just want to help you get a set of acupuncture, cupping, and massage to relieve fatigue..."

Feng Jian: "..."

He glanced at the cabinet next to him, and sure enough, he prepared a set of silver needles and cupping jars...

Someone immediately expressed that he was not interested in this kind of thing.

"I asked Steward Liu to find it with great difficulty. You can try it on my own mind! It will make you feel comfortable and want it."

Ok?

Why doesn't this sound right?

When Si Yan was thinking about whether to change his words, he was thrown onto the hospital bed by an old pervert.

"You you you, what are you doing?"

"Didn't Ayan want to help me out? I don't like those things, but if Ayan can help me..."

"Dirty!" Si Yan interrupted solemnly.

Feng Jian: "..."

He was speechless for a while and said, "Didn't you just say you wanted to give me a massage?"

Si Yan: "..."

So, he just misunderstood what Lao Gong meant?

Emmmm......

It seems a bit embarrassing.

Feng Jian couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed: "A Yan thought I was talking about relieving fatigue, could it be..."

"I didn't listen, I didn't, you are talking nonsense!" Someone covered his ears, but his fair cheeks turned red.

"I didn't say anything yet, Ah Yan already knew what I was going to say nonsense? Hmm?" He stretched out his hand to pinch his wife's chin, leaning close to her on purpose, with a provocative tone.

Si Yan: "..."

He felt a little bit doomed again today.

But he still wants to struggle again, after all he has to rehearse tomorrow!

"That's what. I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously!"

"But what if I'm serious?"

Si Yan: "..."

He considered for a while and said, "How about I give you a massage first?"

It was a good idea, and Feng Jian readily accepted it.

"Get down!"

Feng Jian: "..."

He suddenly felt that the idea was not very good.

So he said, "Why don't we find another way to relieve fatigue?"

"What method?" Si Yan asked subconsciously.

"do excercise."

Si Yan: "..."

He knew it.

Dogs cannot change shit.

Ok?

After saying this so many times, why does the more I say it, the more I feel something is wrong?

If Feng Jian is compared to a dog, then he is...

Si Yan decided to change the metaphor in the future.

Before he had time to think about what metaphor was more appropriate, he was eaten by someone.

……

When Si Yan woke up in the morning, he didn't feel relieved at all, instead his whole body was limp and weak.

So he stared at someone with a resentful face.

"I was wrong. Next time, I must... restrain myself."

"Oh! A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost!"

After Si Yan finished saying this, he felt something was wrong again.

Wasn't he a man himself?

Wasn't he scolding himself just now?

It's better to say it differently next time.

Feng Jian also felt that it was difficult to be restrained, who told his wife to be so delicious...

When Si Yan saw that his eyes were wrong, and thought that it was the most dangerous time in the morning, he immediately got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of trousers, put them on, and went downstairs.

Feng Jian behind him: "..."

He wanted to say that those pants were his...

Si Yan didn't feel anything was wrong at first, until Nuannuan saw him when he went downstairs and asked, "Daddy, why are you wearing daddy's pants?"

Si Yan: "..."

I feel ashamed again in front of my daughter.

"Hehe! Dad didn't pay attention, he wore it wrong."

"It turns out that adults can be careless too!" Nuan Nuan said solemnly.

Si Yan felt even more humiliated, and immediately ran upstairs again.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Feng Jian who was slowly putting on his pants.

He didn't pay attention either, thinking that Feng Jian hadn't noticed that the pants were wrong and was wearing his.Immediately, he went over and unbuttoned the pants someone had just put on.

Feng Jian: "..."

Si Yan explained: "Wrong, wrong, the one on me is yours." After finishing speaking, he took off his own pants.

"Why are you standing there? Change!"

Feng Jian was a little speechless, but still pointed to the pants beside him and said, "That pair is yours."

Si Yan: "..."

He took a serious look at Feng Jian's pants in his hand, as if they were really not his own.

Didn't he make a mistake just now?

It's embarrassing. Open the door to embarrassment. Embarrassment is home.

"Ahem! Our pants are too similar, so I didn't pay attention for a while, sorry!"

Feng Jian stood still: "A Yan took off the pants I wore, should I put them on again? Or, A Yan wants to come back in the morning..."

Si Yan: "..."

never mind!The pants were indeed taken off by him, so after he put them on quickly, he went over to help someone lift them up and button them again...