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"Why are you looking at me like that?"

When An Xiaojing saw that Yan Wujing found that he had been peeking at him, he scratched his head with a smile, "You are good-looking and handsome. If I were as masculine and handsome as you, I would probably be able to play more widely."

"It's nice of you to make people feel protective."

"what?"

Yan Wujing smiled slightly, "It's nothing, when will you start filming later? I guess I will go to City W in the evening, why don't we meet at night?"

As soon as An Xiaojing heard that Yan Wujing was coming at night, he immediately showed a look of surprise, but he didn't know where this surprise came from.

"Come to W City? Why? Are you here on a business trip?"

"I'm going to inspect City W tomorrow, so I'll go there early tonight."

"Well, if you come early, we can have a midnight snack together."

"Okay, I'll be there early."

……

After working all day, An Xiaojing finally called it a day and returned to the hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he began to lie on the bed, refusing to move.

"The bed is still comfortable. After a long day, my waist is sore."

Ozawa walked to the bed with a smile, and asked, "Brother An, do you want to give you a massage?"

"Okay, I'm getting tired, so hurry up and massage me."

Saying that, An Xiaojing turned over and lay down on the bed, while Xiaoze climbed up and squatted beside him.

"I'll help you massage your shoulders first, and then help you massage your waist later."

An Xiaojing closed his eyes and seriously enjoyed Ozawa's massage technique. He hummed softly and said, "Press it first, I'm a little sleepy, sleep for a while, and then get up and take a bath later."

"Okay, I'll hold it for you."

An Xiaojing might be tired, he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Seeing that An Xiaojing was already sound asleep, Ozawa didn't dare to use too much force, so he could only gently massage An Xiaojing slowly.

When helping An Xiaojing massage his back, Xiao Ze first took out a bottle of aromatherapy essential oil from his backpack. He dripped two drops on An Xiaojing's back, and then began to massage with his hands.

Ozawa's massage technique was so comfortable that An Xiaojing couldn't help murmuring even when he was asleep.

When Ozawa was seriously helping An Xiaojing to massage, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, but Ozawa did not hear the sound of the door opening, because his attention was all on An Xiaojing.

The moment Yan Wujing pushed the door open, when he saw Xiaoze sitting on An Xiaojing's lap, with his back turned to him, he didn't know what he was doing to An Xiaojing, he immediately turned black and shouted: "You doing what?!"

Ozawa turned his head in fright, seeing Yan Wujing's furious eyes, he froze, not knowing what to do in the next second.

Yan Wujing glanced at An Xiaojing who was lying on the bed, his clothes were pulled up, and beside him was an opened bottle of essential oil.

Yan Wujing didn't know what to think for a while, he thought that Ozawa was plotting against An Xiaojing, so he immediately rushed in front of Ozawa, and punched Ozawa without saying a word.

Ozawa was also confused, he didn't know why Yan Wujing beat him, so he could only stand aside covering his aching face.

"Who told you to touch him?!"

Ozawa looked at Yan Wujing with innocent eyes, he didn't understand why Yan Wujing was so furious all of a sudden.

"I... Brother An said he was too tired and asked me to give him a massage."

When Yan Wujing heard that it was a massage, his suspended heart seemed to hit the ground all of a sudden.

However, even if he calmed down a bit, he still didn't like anyone touching An Xiaojing, so he looked at Ozawa with warning eyes, and his tone was terribly indifferent.

"Massage is fine in the future, but it must not be like today, or you will bear the consequences."

Ozawa has never seen anyone with eyes as terrifying as the god of death. Tonight, he feels that he has experienced the feeling of the god of death coming.

"I... I remember."

"roll!"

When Ozawa turned around and was about to leave, Yan Wujing said again: "If you tell him what I warned you..."

Before Yan Wujing finished speaking, Ozawa immediately grabbed the conversation.

"President Yan, don't worry. I know what to say and what not to say. I promise that I will never remember what happened tonight."

Yan Wujing sneered, "Go out."