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Sure enough, only two days later, the system once again brought up the task of asking Jiang Chengli to do the task quickly, but this time it was not someone else, but Ji Xun.

Jiang Chengli used the excuse of busy work to hide for a week, and the system urged him every day.

Jiang Chengli ignored the system, and didn't bother Ji Xun who was too busy to touch the ground.

Until Jiang Chengli returned to the manor after work at night on the weekend, he had not seen Ji Xun for five whole days.

The curtains were drawn tight and he lay on the bed after taking a shower. He looked at his watch and it was almost ten o'clock. Ji Xun is usually still in the company at this time. He has grown up very quickly. He has been handy in the new department in a short period of time and has arranged the staff properly and orderly. .

Jiang Chengli was about to go to bed in half an hour when someone knocked on the door.

Jiang Chengli was lying on the bed and watching his tablet. Due to his regular schedule this week, his habit of going to bed early and drinking milk before going to bed returned. Knowing that it was the servant who brought him overheated milk, he asked him to come in directly.

"Put the milk on the table." Jiang Chengli looked at the tablet without looking back.

Then Jiang Chengli heard the sound of the glass being gently placed on the bed, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear his footsteps leaving.

Jiang Chengli suddenly remembered that he felt sore in the afternoon, and asked the doctor to come over to give him a massage at night. Presumably the person behind him came to give him a massage, and brought milk by the way.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chengli turned off the tablet and threw it aside, buried his head in the pillow, and the voice came from the pillow a bit muffled: "My back hurts these two days, it should be because I have been sitting for a long time, please help me press it."

The person behind moved, and the sound of footsteps reached the bedside.

"There are medicines on the table." Jiang Chengli told him again, he was wearing two loose cotton pajamas, lying on the bed showing a small waist because of his movements.

Since he needed to use medicine for massage, he also pulled up his shirt, exposing more of his waist, and his lines were as smooth as a delicate work of art.

"En." The man replied in a low voice, very hoarse.

Jiang Chengli didn't care, he just thought the doctor didn't like to talk.

I didn't want Jiang Chengli to shudder as soon as the man's hand touched his back: "It's so cold, you just came back from outside?"

Jiang Chengli knew that it was snowing outside, but the manor should have been warm along the way, and this person should have come over as soon as he entered the door in a hurry.

The man was obviously aware of this, and hastily withdrew his hands, put his palms together and rubbed against his lips.

While the man was moving, Jiang Chengli smelled a dark fragrance through the pillow through his nose, but before he had time to distinguish it from the smell of the pillow, the fragrance was instantly washed away by the smell of medicine.

Then Jiang Chengli covered his back with a pair of hands that became warm, and circled his waist with moderate strength, which could dispel fatigue without making him feel pain.

Because Jiang Chengli's bed was a bit big, he was lying in the middle again, and he noticed that the doctor was standing by the bed and was struggling to press it. Jiang Chengli thought for a while and said: "There is a new set of home clothes in the cabinet, put them on the bed and help me according to."

Hearing this, the man let go of his hands, wiped his hands and changed his clothes.

Jiang Chengli heard the sound of a pile of clothes rustling and falling heavily on the ground. The room was very warm. He thought it would be convenient for the doctor to just take off the white coat and change into clothes. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be wearing thick clothes. There was the sound of a heavy coat falling to the ground.

In such a hurry, you didn't even change your clothes when you went out?

But Jiang Chengli didn't care too much, the other party pressed better on the bed, he squinted his eyes comfortably, his fatigue was dispelled, and when his brain was empty and he was almost drowsy, he suddenly felt a breath in his ear, Then a wet warm touch fell on the back of his neck.

Jiang Chengli was so shocked by the kiss that he woke up instantly.

Only then did he notice that the medicine on his body had been wiped clean long ago, and the other party's hand had not been placed on his waist, but held him in his arms and placed him in a higher position, and the strength was too light to be called It's not a massage, it's supposed to be soothing.

Jiang Chengli frowned fiercely, and was about to teach the doctor that he dared to kiss him secretly, but when he turned around, he saw Ji Xun's face.

"Why is it you?" Jiang Chengli opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Ji Xun's face froze when he heard the words, his eyes flicked coldly, he touched Jiang Chengli's back and caressed the back of his neck, and his tone was gentle and tender: "Who do you think the young master is?"

"Which celebrity did you bring back in the past two days, or the servants in the manor?" Ji Xun asked patiently, with a calm demeanor, and the movements of his hands were extraordinarily gentle.

Jiang Chengli didn't expect that Ji Xun still remembered that he would occasionally bring other raiders home before, and he felt a little guilty in his heart, shaking his head and said quickly: "I didn't bring anyone back, I thought it was a doctor, my back has been uncomfortable for the past two days. "

"The young master will also invite the doctor to help on the bed?" Ji Xun heard that his hands tightened slightly, but not to the extent that Jiang Chengli was uncomfortable, and the dark eyes seemed to form a whirlpool.

With a smile at the end of his eyes, he was able to relax, but the words he said were not aggressive.

Jiang Chengli couldn't tell, and said anxiously: "I saw that it was inconvenient for you to press while standing, so I suggested that you come up."

After speaking, Jiang Chengli carefully observed Ji Xun's face, he couldn't tell whether he was angry or asked casually, but he didn't want Ji Xun to misunderstand him.