wealthy surrogate husband

When they woke up the next morning, the two of them still maintained the same posture from the previous night.

Shao Rencheng turned his back to Shen Ting, his whole body sank into the soft blanket, Shen Ting held him in his arms, and nestled his face on his neck.

Shao Rencheng opened his eyes first, the pain from last night had disappeared, and the touch on his body became more and more intense. He could feel Shen Ting holding him tightly, the heat that brushed his neck when he breathed, and the warmth on his body. Refreshing taste.

Shao Rencheng's heart beat uncontrollably.

From getting married to the present, Shao Rencheng admits that he can't ignore Shen Ting's existence more and more. He obviously didn't intend to let him intrude into his life at first, but now he seems to be a little out of control.

Shao Rencheng didn't know whether this change was good or bad for him, but his intuition told him that the feeling of losing control was not that bad.

He turned his head and couldn't see Shen Ting's face, only his arms and hands exposed outside the quilt.Shen Ting's fingers are very slender, not like girls' hands, but they are also slender than ordinary men's hands. His skin is fair, and his pink nails are round and beautifully trimmed. Against the background of the dark bedding, there is a strange beauty .

Shao Rencheng was a little uncomfortable under his pressure. He moved a bit and found that Shen Ting frowned, and then exerted a little force on that arm, hugging him even tighter.

Shao Rencheng looked up at the chandelier above his head, and exhaled slowly, which sounded like a sigh.

It took Shen Ting a while to wake up. The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch Shao Rencheng's face and forehead. This was a subconscious action.After touching it for a while, I realized that Shao Rencheng was already awake, so he quickly asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Shao Rencheng shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good." Shen Ting breathed a sigh of relief, touched his face again, and asked him, "Did you do this in previous winters?"

Shao Rencheng knew what he was asking, and replied, "Yes."

Shen Ting said sadly, "Have you thought of any way to improve it? What did you do in the past?"

Shao Rencheng said, "Take medicine."

As for the medicine, Shen Ting didn't need to ask any more, it was nothing more than painkillers and sleeping pills, anyway, it wouldn't hurt when he fell asleep.The more Shen Ting thought about it, the more distressed he felt, and he didn't know what to say, so he simply didn't say anything in the end, turned over and sat up from the bed, and got up to make breakfast.

Since he didn't live in Shao's house, Shen Ting made breakfast by himself. He knew how to cook, and Shao Rencheng's kitchen was well-equipped. He felt that his skills had room to be used, so he got up early every day to cook for Shao Rencheng. breakfast.

In fact, there are not many styles that can be made for breakfast, but maybe the people who make them have different moods, and every meal looks very delicate.

For the next period of time, Shao Rencheng would wake up in pain every day until midnight, especially when it was raining, the pain would be more obvious.

Shen Ting knew it was the weather, but he was not God, so he couldn't change the weather, so he could only do his best to reduce his pain.

Soaking feet is still a compulsory course before going to bed every day. After soaking his feet, he carried Shao Ren into the pre-heated quilt to let him lie down, and then stretched his hands into the quilt to massage him.

As soon as his hand touched his ankle, Shao Rencheng suddenly flinched, "What are you doing?"

Shen Ting grabbed his ankle and squeezed it, "Massage."

"Didn't you press it just now?" Shao Rencheng said, "You should go to bed early too."

Shen Ting didn't agree, "That won't work, I asked a Chinese doctor, and he said that your condition is caused by poor blood flow and muscle atrophy caused by the cold weather. I will extend the daily massage time and rub your atrophied muscles before going to sleep. , so that you won’t feel pain when you sleep.”

Shao Rencheng looked at him, with the words "You're talking nonsense" written brightly in his eyes. Shen Ting was a little guilty. He had indeed consulted a Chinese medicine doctor, but he couldn't understand what the Chinese medicine said. It probably meant that he couldn't catch cold. , Normal people will have numbness and pain in their limbs when they catch a cold, let alone Shao Rencheng.

The old Chinese doctor asked him to continue the habit of soaking his feet every day. In addition, the correct massage technique is also very important.So, he spent several afternoons learning a set of massage techniques from an old Chinese doctor, and he will put it into practice today.

"Believe me," Shen Ting knelt on the bed, bent his waist and put his hand into Shao Rencheng's quilt, grabbed his ankle with one hand and his calf with the other, "Anyway, if you are like this, I will treat you like a dead horse." Living horse medicine, maybe it will be effective?"

Shao Rencheng, the dead horse, glared at him angrily, but Shen Ting smiled happily, and the force of the massage in his hands remained unabated.

Shao Rencheng had nothing to do with him, and couldn't beat him again and again, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at him. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, looking very angry.Shen Ting looked at him and smiled for a while, then continued with his hands.

Shao Rencheng fell asleep during Shen Ting's massage, and it was still midnight when he woke up from the pain, but miraculously, today's pain was not as strong as yesterday's, not so piercing, sore, and not so unbearable.

Are massages really that good?Shao Rencheng felt incredible.

Although the pain had subsided, it was still a little uncomfortable. He turned over and was about to take out his phone to divert his attention when the people around him woke up.

In a daze, Shen Ting stretched out his arms to hug him, took him to his side, rubbed his arm again, and said, "It hurts again?"

His series of movements are so natural that he may not even realize it.Shao Rencheng's heart beat a little faster, but he didn't move, allowing Shen Ting to hug him, pat him gently like a child, and coax him to sleep.

A few days later, He Mingyuan called Shen Ting, saying that he had made an appointment with the friend who wanted to invest in the movie, and asked him if he was free to have dinner together. Shen Ting said that he was free, so the two made an appointment for a restaurant and a time.

The next afternoon, when the appointed time was approaching, Shen Ting called Shao Rencheng, saying that he had made an appointment for dinner and asked Shao Rencheng to settle the dinner by himself. Bye.

As a result, when they arrived at the agreed place, Shen Ting found that Shao Rencheng was already sitting in the private room.

He stood at the door with a surprised face, and everyone inside was amused by him. He Mingyuan stood up and waved to him, "Don't stand there stupidly, come in quickly."

Shen Ting came back to his senses and hurried in. He Mingyuan introduced the investor to him. The man's surname was Chu, and his name was Chu Jun. He was in his thirties and close to his forties. , at first glance, it is different from those rich second generations. They worked hard on their own.

Shen Ting called out "Brother Chu" respectfully. Chu Jun nodded and motioned him to sit casually, so he went around and sat down beside Shao Rencheng, and asked him after he sat down, "Why are you here? What did you do when you were on the phone?" Didn't tell me?"