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When An Xiaojing came out of the hotel, Yan Wujing's car had been waiting on the side of the road for a long time. As soon as he saw Yan Wujing's car, he immediately got into it.

As soon as An Xiaojing sat down, she raised her head and rubbed the back of her sore neck, and then acted like a baby to Yan Wujing naturally.

He said: "The neck is really sore after sitting for a long time."

"Then I'll rub it for you."

As Yan Wujing said, he attached his big palm to the back of An Xiaojing's neck. When the warmth from his palm spread to the back of his neck, An Xiaojing immediately closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

"Wujing, have you ever learned massage? Your massage technique is very comfortable."

"Well, I have learned."

"Why do you, a president, learn this?"

Yan Wujing smiled and replied, "If you're bored, just learn."

In fact, Yan Wujing has just learned massage techniques not long ago. His real purpose of learning massage is to help An Xiaojing massage. He thinks that there will always be something that needs to be used in the future. For example, when two people are too intense, he can help An Xiaojing. Ease the pain in your lower back.

Yan Wujing rubbed the back of An Xiaojing's neck, seeing that An Xiaojing was slowly falling asleep, so he immediately asked the driver to drive back to the villa.

Arriving at the entrance of the villa, just as the car stopped, Yan Wujing heard An Xiaojing's muffled groan.

Yan Wujing anxiously supported An Xiaojing, and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

An Xiaojing clutched his stomach, cold sweat had already started to break out on his forehead, he said weakly: "It seems to be a stomach problem, it hurts a bit."

Yan Wujing frowned and wanted to reprimand, but he held back the words.

"Don't do this again in the future, your body is not just your own."

"The body is not mine, is it still yours?"

"I'll take you to eat some porridge first. The chef happened to make some abalone porridge. After you drink it, take your medicine quickly. Don't play your child's temper."

"I didn't say anything, and you started to say that I was playing a child's temper."

Yan Wujing didn't answer, and walked directly into the restaurant with An Xiaojing in his arms.

As soon as the butler saw Yan Wujing holding An Xiaojing into the dining room, he immediately went into the kitchen and brought out the abalone porridge. Yan Wujing and An Xiaojing each had a bowl.

"Young Master Yan, this porridge has been kept warm, and the temperature is just right. You can eat it directly now."

"Ah."

The butler then exited the restaurant, leaving the space for Yan Wujing and An Xiaojing.

Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing and asked An Xiaojing to sit on his lap. An Xiaojing felt that the posture was a bit weird. After all, he and Yan Wujing were both men, and he was not used to such a sitting posture.

"Wujing, I can sit next to me by myself, you don't have to hug me like this, I have a stomachache, not a buttache."

"I want your ass to hurt and make you disobedient."

Yan Wujing's words have two meanings, but An Xiaojing is currently a straight man, so he doesn't understand the other meaning of what Yan Wujing said.

"Sit down, I'll feed you."

Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing's waist, and with the other hand, he picked up a spoon to scoop up a small spoonful of abalone porridge, blew it gently, and then handed it to An Xiaojing's mouth.

Seeing Yan Wujing being so careful, An Xiaojing's heart was shaken again.

This……

Why has his feeling about Yan Wujing changed now?

An Xiaojing couldn't say what it was like, but he just liked the feeling of being pampered by Yan Wujing.

"Xiao Jing, open your mouth, the porridge is going to be cold."

"Huh? Hmm."

Yan Wujing would personally blow the porridge every time he fed it, and sometimes he would pretend to accidentally touch the porridge with his lips, and then continue to feed him as if nothing had happened.

After An Xiaojing burped, she said, "I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

Yan Wujing looked at the porridge in the bowl and found that it was almost done, so he put down the spoon in his hand.

"Remember in the future, you must eat on time, otherwise I will force you to eat."

An Xiaojing nodded, her eyes were very innocent, and she didn't dare to make mistakes.