So cute, can't help it

Fang Shu bit his lip, his body was as stiff as a rock.

Fang Shu often exercises, so he knows this truth.

But He Qing has been teaching cars all year round, exposed to the sun and rain, his fingers are covered with calluses, rough and hard, sticking to the skin, it feels painful and numb, like thousands of ants climbing along the nerves.

Fang Shu endured it, but couldn't hold it back, and twitched his legs back: "I, I will do it myself."

He Qing didn't let go, Fang Shu's ankle was caught between his dry jaws, he pulled his leg back and put it on his leg, his tone became slightly heavier: "Don't move."

Coach Chen stood aside and kept persuading: "Your coach He is right. He has experience in this area. Listen to him and don't move around."

Two to one, Fang Shu didn't dare to move anymore.

He curled his fingers, propped his hands up and sat upright on the sofa, glanced at He Qing who was close at hand, and quickly lowered his eyes.

Coach Chen couldn't help, so he pulled a stool and sat down: "Old He, do you know who I met when I took the new students to the physical examination?"

He Qing didn't raise his eyes: "Who?"

"Zhang Xin." Coach Chen changed his posture and faced He Qing: "He used to be a student of Jianan, and he was stunned. He offended Xu Daofu and left Jianan. I thought he transferred to another driving school, but I didn't expect He passed the civil service exam, and he was still a traffic management position."

He Qing knew this a long time ago, so he didn't react, and kneaded Fang Shu's ankle joint with his hands.

Coach Chen said: "He also asked me about you. Have you met him?"

He Qing said lightly: "I looked for him once."

"When?" Coach Chen became interested, and was about to continue to ask, He Qing raised his hand and patted Fang Shu's calf lightly: "Relax, don't stretch your legs so tight."

Fang Shu's back stiffened, and he slowly relaxed his body under He Qing's gaze.

He Qing withdrew his gaze: "Some time ago, I asked him for a favor."

Seeing that He Qing didn't want to say more, Coach Chen said "Oh", and chatted with He Qing about the students' car training: "They didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

"It's okay." Coach Chen taught well. The students under him basically didn't make any mistakes in the process of pulling through the practice. They performed normally in the second subject test, so there shouldn't be a big problem.

"You don't have to say good things for them. I am their coach, and I know what level they are." Coach Chen waved his hand: "Several of them have passed the exam three times. If you fail the exam again, there is only one last chance left.”

"You don't need to worry so much." He Qing didn't make any comments on the students who were not under his command.

Coach Chen sighed, and turned his thoughts to the new students who were taken to the physical examination today: "However, the new students introduced by Jia Diyi have good aptitudes, and I guess it won't be too difficult to teach."

Most of the new student resources of Jianan Driving School are in the hands of Xu Daofu, and there are very few students available to other coaches. Coach Chen has not received new blood for a while, so he was a little excited and talked back and forth for several minutes .

"Maybe one day, my new student will be able to take the same exam as your kid... Hey, please take it easy, your kid is in so much pain that he is about to cry!"

He Qing raised his eyes, Fang Shu frowned, and took a thin breath, the moisture in his eyes thickened again, and the end of his eyes was red.

He Qing's kneading movement stopped for a while: "It won't work if you don't use a little force. Just bear with it."

Fang Shu nodded with trembling eyelashes, but his calf trembled uncontrollably in He Qing's palm.

He Qing: "..."

He Qing was silent for a moment, and the strength in his hands eased.

Coach Chen was satisfied, and said: "The kid has delicate skin and tender flesh, he is not as rough as us big bosses, you have to be gentle with him... By the way, why haven't you seen Jia Diyi all morning?"

Coach Chen stroked his chin: "I originally wanted to take him to take the new students to the physical examination, but I went to the office to look for him but there was no one. If he drove with me, I wouldn't be stuck on the road and come back so late. .”

"You can't rely on me." Jia Diyi's voice suddenly sounded.

Coach Chen turned his head and saw Jia Di standing at the door with one hand in his pocket, his hair disheveled, his cuffs still stained with dust, and he looked dusty.

"Today is the day of shopping every three months. The driving school has run out of many things. I went out early in the morning to shop and came back 2 minutes ago."

Jia Diyi is the management staff of Jianan Driving School recruited by the principal through the back door. He handles all the equipment, large and small, of the driving school. His position is idle but not many people dare to offend him.

Jia Di patted the ashes on his cuffs, knocked on the door symbolically, took out the things in his pocket and handed them to He Qing: "Brother He, what you asked me to bring."

Coach Chen hooked his head and looked curiously: "Fengyoujing?"

He Qing couldn't move his hand: "Put it on the coffee table."

Jia Di bent down and put the essential oil on the coffee table, and when he got up, he saw Fang Shu sitting on the sofa, and his face flashed suddenly: "I mean, why did Brother He take the initiative to ask me to help bring things for the first time? Fengyoujing was originally intended for children."

Jia Di smiled and approached Fang Shu: "Little friend, did you get motion sickness again?"

Being exposed in public, Fang Shu turned his head away, the tips of his ears turned red again, and his cheeks also turned slightly red.

Jia Di laughed out loud with a "puchi".

He Qing withdrew his hand: "Take a look, does your leg still hurt?"

Fang Shu wished to stay away from Jia Di, so he immediately retracted his legs and stood up from the sofa, and took two steps to the side.

He Qing asked: "How is it?"

Fang Shu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

It's just that I still feel a little numb, and I should be able to recover quickly after a while.

With a "hmm", He Qing got up and went to the cubicle to wash his hands.

Jia Di recalled: "What's wrong with the kid's legs?"

"I have practiced for a long time, and my muscles are stiff." Coach Chen took the words and explained the cause and effect in a few words.

"You are a big man, why are you so unreliable in doing things." Jia Di dismissed Coach Chen, picked up the essential oil on the coffee table, and said, "Come here, kid, I'll rub some on for you, it's good for alleviating motion sickness. "

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Fang Shu was putting down his trouser legs, but he didn't react for a while.

As soon as Jia Di unscrewed the cap of the essential oil bottle, poured it in the palm of his hand, and walked towards him: "Your legs are inconvenient, I'll help you wipe your belly‖on the navel."

Fang Shu stepped back without thinking: "My legs are convenient, my legs are fine, I can do it by myself."

"I also learned how to drive in Jianan. Normally speaking, I am your senior brother. Why are you being polite between seniors?" Jia Di grabbed him back, pressed him in front of him to keep him from moving, and rolled up the hem of his clothes To lift up.

Not being polite.

Fang Shu hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes and did not let go, looked at Jia Diyi seriously, and emphasized: "I can really do it by myself."

Jia Di couldn't let go of Fang Shu, and didn't take Fang Shu's words seriously: "They are all men, why are you shy. Could it be that you still expect Coach Chen and your coach He to help you?"

No.

He has hands and feet, why does he have to be helped by others?

Fang Shu felt a sense of unreasonable absurdity in his heart. He opened his lips and wanted to refuse again. Coach Chen said, "Let Jia Di come over. It's getting late, let's have dinner together later?"

"Old He, is it okay to go to Yangzhou Grilled Fish Restaurant to eat fish?" Coach Chen raised his voice and asked He Qing.

He Qing's deep voice came from the compartment, accompanied by the sound of rushing water: "Yes."

Fang Shu had no choice but to swallow the words, let go of his hand and let Jia Di lift up the hem of his clothes.

He Qing came out of the cubicle after washing his hands, and saw Jia Di grabbing Fang Shu's hem, with essential oil spread in his palm, wiping Fang Shu's navel.

I don't know if the essential oil was too cold, Fang Shu's thin shoulder blades shook violently, his feet moved back unconsciously, and there was still a blush on his cheeks and ears.

"What are you running for? The essence of wind oil is only effective if it is rubbed on the navel... Brother He?" Jia Di looked at the big hand stretched out in front of him, not knowing why.

He Qing glanced at Fang Shu, and fixed his gaze on Jia Diyi's hand holding Fengyoujing: "Give it to me, I'll do it."

Jia Diyi: "?"

Coach Chen: "?"

Fang Shu looked up at He Qing, pulled the hem of his clothes to put them down: "No, I..."

Coach Chen said: "It's not a big deal to apply the balm. The balm has a strong smell. Once Jia Di has wiped it off, don't get it on."

As soon as Jia Di was about to agree, He Qing reached out and took the essential oil bottle.

Jia Diyi: "..."

Fang Shu: "..."

If it weren't for Jia Diyi who was still holding on to Fang Shu's clothes, Fang Shu would run away as soon as he could.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and when Jia Di came back to his senses, he let go of Fang Shu's clothes and picked up the phone: "Yes, I'm still in the driving school...now?...Okay, you go to the office and wait for me, I'll wait for you later." arrive."

"There is a coach who wants to pick up something, ask me to get the key to open the door of the warehouse." As soon as Jia Di hung up the phone, he put the essential oil on the coffee table, turned around and went to the cubicle to wash off the smell of essential oil on his hands: "You guys As for the master and apprentice, you can settle it yourself."

He Qing responded casually, knelt down on one knee in front of Fang Shu, and said in a natural tone: "Turn up the clothes."

"..." The blush on Fang Shu's face deepened a little, almost comparable to the tips of his ears.

For a long time, Fang Shu stiffened his fingers, clutched the hem of the clothes, and slowly lifted them up.

The essential balm that Jia Di had applied was not yet dry, and the skin at the navel of Fang Shu's navel was obviously darker than the surrounding area.

With breathing, the small navel undulates slightly in the air.

He Qing poured Fengyoujing into the palm of his hand, aligned his palm, and stuck it on.

Jia Diyi took on a casual job, sitting in an office all day long, did not do much hard work, and had no calluses on his hands.

He Qing was the complete opposite, with more calluses on his palm than his fingertips, Fang Shu almost felt the pain when he touched He Qing's palm, so he reflexively dodged to the side.

He Qing paused with his hands in the air.

Fang Shu turned his face away, not daring to look at him.

Jia Di waved his hands and stood at the door of the cubicle and said, "Brother He, give me two pieces of paper."

"In the drawer, take it yourself."

As soon as Jia Di walked to He Qing's desk, he took out the paper in the drawer and wiped his hands: "Brother He, wait for me for a few minutes, I will hand over the key and come over to eat fish with you."

"Are you going to the warehouse?" Coach Chen thought of something slowly, and got up with Jia Di one by one: "I also want to pick up something, and I just picked it up together, so I won't have to ask you for the key in two days. You're not here."

It's as if he's not doing his job properly.

Jia Di rolled his eyes, and before leaving, he asked He Qing: "Is there anything you want to pick up, Brother He?"

He Qing remained in a half-squatting position, and replied lightly: "No."

After Jia Diyi and Coach Chen walked away, He Qing slightly raised his hand: "Come here, I'll be lighter."

Fang Shu tightened his fingers, and looked at He Qing for a few seconds, the turtle possessed him, and moved back little by little.

He Qing's palm was pressed against him again, Fang Shu's slender waist trembled, but he resisted not to dodge.

After more than ten seconds or more than ten centuries, Fang Shu finally heard He Qing say again: "Okay."

Fang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxed, and he was about to back away after putting down his clothes.

The thin and tight waistline was suddenly grasped, and the rough and dry fingers pressed up again, pressing on his belly button impartially.

Fang Shu froze in place.

He Qing's palm was covered in his clothes, and he wiped his belly button lightly and heavily, and there was no difference in his voice: "The essence of wind oil has flowed in."