Dressed as a high-risk occupation

Jiang Wen'an had long realized that he was wrong, Yan Yan obviously did nothing wrong, yet he avoided him because of his inexplicable shame, it was too cowardly.

Especially all the way, even though he deliberately kept a distance from him, he could still feel Yanyan's care for him.

He knew that he was acting like a child right now, but he also faintly felt that something was breaking through the ground.

He didn't know what would happen if it wasn't stopped.

"Sir, talk to me, will you?"

The people outside were almost begging, with a hint of coquettishness.

Jiang Wen'an had just been distracted for a while, but at this moment he was all pulled back.

When Yanyan came in, she liked acting like a baby even more than when she was young. To be honest, Jiang Wen'an liked it very much, but at the same time she was a bit overwhelmed.

"Say... say what?"

Through the thin veil, Shen Yan could actually see Mr.'s figure, but it was more hazy, like looking at flowers through fog, after all, it was separated by a layer.

His throat moved up and down: "Sir, have you finished your bath?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the lines of his arms and shoulders propped on both sides of the bathtub were slightly tense, which reminded him of that day when Mr. raised his head and bloomed in his hands.

Slow and rapid breathing.

"Hmm." Jiang Wen'an was ignorant, "Not yet. Wait outside for a while, if you have anything to say, wait until I get out."

Sensing that the gentleman's attitude had softened, Shen Yan pushed forward: "Aren't you tired from riding a horse these days, I'll go in and help you squeeze your shoulders, okay?"

Hearing him talk about riding a horse these past few days made Jiang Wenan feel more and more guilty for neglecting him these past few days, and he was a little hesitant at the moment.

"gentlemen……"

"Okay, come in."

He couldn't stand Zai Zai acting like a baby.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained calm.

He entered the warm and fragrant environment.

I took some water, but fortunately it was still hot.

His gaze fell on Mr.'s shoulder. Liang Zici kept rubbing his hand on Mr.'s shoulder today. Even though he was separated by his clothes, Shen Yan still felt displeased.

He scooped up a handful of hot water and hit it on the husband's shoulder, then squeezed it lightly, and then became more and more vigorous, turning into rubbing.

"Hiss... Yanyan, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Confused by jealousy, Shen Yan recovered and saw that Mr.'s shoulders were already red. He lowered his head and blew, "I'm sorry, Mr., I...I just want to help Mr. clean up."

"Uh..." The heat sprayed on his shoulders that had been scorched by his rubbing, Jiang Wenan's neck shrank, and when he heard his pitiful apology, his heart softened again, "It's okay, it's okay, be more careful next time... Yanyan !"

He suddenly moved and hid to the side, leaning his back against the bathtub and staring at Shen Yan with wide eyes. Just now, Yanyan... actually bowed his head and kissed him!

Shen Yan's innocent face: "What's wrong? Sir, it hurts, I just want to..."

He also wanted to leave his own mark on the place Liang Ziqing touched, and he felt a little wronged when he thought about it, "Mr. has been hooking shoulders with the teacher during dinner tonight. Why did I have such a big reaction when I touched it?"

"I understand, I am indeed inferior to the teacher."

The more he said, the more he seemed to be complaining: "In the past, the husband and the teacher had talked about everything in correspondence, but now they are naturally closer when they meet."

"He is my teacher, and he rides and shoots above me. It is understandable for Mr. to neglect me now because of him..."

"Pfft..." Jiang Wen'an wanted to laugh when he heard that.

Shen Yan glared at him.

He relaxed his body, beckoned the aggrieved Zai Zai to come over, and squeezed his palm affectionately.

"Where did I neglect you because of him? Why do I still have such a childlike heart?"

"I'm not a child, sir, I have experienced it."

"..." Jiang Wen'an choked for a moment, "Don't say any more!"

Jiang Wen'an ordered him to wash his hair, ignoring Zai Zai's outspokenness.

The earlobe is twisted.

"Why is there a small mole here, sir? I don't remember it before."

"It's always been...uh..."

"Jiang Wen'an" naturally doesn't have a body, but he has always had his own.

The body is his own now, and some details are slowly recovering, such as the small mole on the earlobe and a scar on the waist, but Jiang Wenan didn't notice the latter.

He said vaguely: "I don't know when it will be."

On the bed, Jiang Wen'an was lying on Shen Yan's lap, who was drying his hair.

Jiang Wen'an lay bored, playing with the fan he had drawn for Yanyan, lightly poking the little figure on the fan.

Shen Yan asked abruptly: "Do you think I look good, sir?"

"It's pretty, Yanyan is the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Where is the best place?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Wen'an looked up at him, thought about it carefully, and unconsciously the figure of that person appeared in his mind.

After carefully comparing him with the person in front of him, Jiang Wen'an said firmly, "Eyes. Yanyan's eyes are the best."

That person's eyes are the most indifferent, Yanyan is different, Yanyan is gentle.

Shen Yan smiled slightly, "Concubine Mu's eyes are also so beautiful."

"Yeah." Jiang Wen'an thought about the portraits she had left behind, and nodded.

Compared with Shen Yan's, Tong Yuwan's eyes have a little more charm, even if it's just a portrait, people can see that the person's appearance is like a fairy, it's really beautiful.

"Jiang Wen'an"'s painting skills are also superior to his, and he draws people vividly.

The hair was gradually drying, and spread softly on the bed. Shen Yan combed it lightly with his fingers, and asked him: "Why did my husband ignore me these days? Could it be that I... was so rude that day, and hurt my husband?"

"..."

He was able to restrain himself like that under the influence of drugs, but he wasn't too rude, at most he was too clumsy...

The pain is really painful.

He put the fan on his face, "I just think that my appearance must be very ugly that day."

The sound must be terrible too...

At that time, he was so stimulated that he was dizzy all over. He didn't know what kind of expression he showed and what kind of sound he made.

When his roommate was watching a short movie, he also glanced at it a few times, and all he saw were very painful and hideous faces, or trembling and drooling with their mouths open... In short, they were not good-looking.

Shen Yan was shocked: "How come?"

The gentleman blushed with embarrassment, but he still held it obediently, and when he was attacked by his subordinates, he just covered his eyes. At the last moment, Shen Yan pulled his arm down, and found that the gentleman's eyes were wet, and his nose was red because of poor breathing. , At that time, I just thought it was extremely cute.

If he wasn't afraid that his husband would be frightened, he would still want to serve him in another way.

Let him be willing to use his own mind.

"Mister is obviously the prettiest..."

"Hey."

"Looking at Mr.'s appearance at that time, I became more like that..." Shen Yan explained: "Mr. trust me, I can be very gentle."

Jiang Wen'an didn't think carefully about the meaning of his words, and felt pain when he moved his legs.

In the beginning, it was worn out by him, and later it was worn out because of riding a horse every day.

"Okay, the hair is dry, you can go back."

He propped up the bed to look for the ointment, and walked casually with his shoes on the ground.

"Mister's leg..." Shen Yan finally realized, "Is it because... I hurt Mr.?"

Walking back and forth, Jiang Wen'an grinned his teeth in pain, "Also, it's all worn out."

Shen Yan was a little at a loss, and immediately stepped forward to take the ointment from the husband's hand, and hugged him again, "Then I will apply the medicine for the husband."

"No, I'll do it myself."

"Sir..." Shen Yan hugged him and dawdled, thinking of words in his mind, "Mr. has been in pain for so long because of me, and he didn't dare to tell me. Now that I know, why don't you ask me to make up for it?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose sleep tonight. If I lose sleep, I must be very tired on the road tomorrow. What if I fall off while riding a horse? Then it will delay everyone's return to Beijing."

"so serious?"

"Well. At that time, the husband will also feel distressed. When the husband feels sorry for me, he will feel even more guilty. If he feels guilty, he will definitely not be able to sleep at night, and then..."

What kind of crazy nesting doll of robber logic is this?

Jiang Wen'an was taken aback when he heard that.

"Alright, alright."

Jiang Wen'an lay down lazily, "I really can't do anything with you, come on, come on."

In the past few days, he has not been able to apply the medicine himself, so he simply asked him to help. Anyway, his old face has long since been humiliated.

"That medicine is very cold, be careful."

"Ah."

Shen Yan's heart was pounding, and she tugged at her husband's loose underwear after taking a bath.

When his body was cold, Jiang Wenan raised his arms to cover his eyes.

The gentleman stretched his legs and lay in front of him in such a posture, which made Shen Yan blush and heartbeat, but he had to be patient.

The impatience that night made him forget to look at Mr. carefully, and now he knows how good-looking Mr. is.

Clean, long, and pink and tender.

Shen Yan is a little proud that he has not been compared to the past, but the husband is better looking.

It's just that the tui root was worn out by him.

He frowned.

Scraped a finger and spread the ointment lightly.

Jiang Wen'an tensed up.

"Come on, don't be tickled."

"Oh."

Look up.

beautiful.

When he thought that such a beautiful gentleman had been seen by others, he was so jealous that he couldn't breathe.

But no matter how good-looking it is, it's useless. From now on, he can only be held in his hands, or held in his mouth.

He will never allow others to see it again.

Can't let him go anywhere else.

His eyes were darkened.

He reached out and picked up the limp pouch.

"Yanyan..." Jiang Wen'an's voice trembled a little, he raised his body and exposed his eyes, he was stupefied.

Shen Yan knelt on the side of the bed almost piously, facing his... hand back...

What the hell is that pose.

Help.

He just moved his leg, but he couldn't move because he was still pinched.

Shen Yan looked up at him innocently: "Sir, there is also a little bit of wear and tear, you have to pick it up to wipe it off."

He said that he had already started, with a calm and well-behaved expression.

"Take it?" Jiang Wen'an's voice changed in fright, "I'll do it myself..."

"No! I'll just hold it up. Don't move around, sir! It'll be fine soon."

It's just, just hold it, don't rub it!

Jiang Wen'an was shaking with anger, but he was at a disadvantage in the current situation.

Zai Zai didn't think about anything, but he had some charming thoughts in his heart, so it's not surprising that he stepped on Yan Yan's lap and simply closed his eyes.

Seeing the aggrieved look of the husband who was blushing and unable to attack, Shen Yan pursed his lips and snickered, and finally showed a greedy look when he couldn't see him.

Finally, I saw clearly that there was a flower between Mr. Tui.

gorgeous.

Pulling down the hem of his clothes, Jiang Wenan finally caught his breath.

Shen Yan raised his index finger and looked at it carefully as if studying some obscure ancient book.

Jiang Wen'an blushed and pushed him: "Go, go, wash your hands!"

The author has something to say: Yanyan will not force Mr. before expressing his heart, unless he is stimulated by some white moonlight and black moonlight in the future x

ps. There are probably two more changes today, if not, I will learn from Xiao Hei

Xiao Hei: Wow, woof, woof? (No, ahh~~~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Ao Goose Goose;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: you are not worthy of 3 bottles of beauty; 1 bottle of heather;