The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Shi Che said softly, did not speak, and drank his wine.

Zheng Rourou's eyes rolled. Although Shi Che said he was not stingy about spending money on her, in other respects, she seemed dispensable.

It took Shi Che a long time to find her once. Most of them were to accompany him to socialize. After the socializing, he let her go home. He never stayed overnight with her, even went in for a cup of coffee.

She repeatedly invited all of them back, and even this time, she found out that Shi Che was here and ran over by herself.

She felt that if she could not get one step closer with Shi Che, maybe that day, Shi Che would not want her, then she would lose a lot, and such a gold master would definitely not want to give it up.

I don't know if he escaped the noise, Shi Che frowned fiercely, his handsome face was stained with such a slight discomfort, he leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes slightly.

Zheng Rourou had no chance to behave. Looking at Shi Che's appearance, there was a slight light in the bottom of her eyes. She stood up from the sofa, walked around behind the sofa, stood behind Shi Che, stretched out her hands, and put her delicate fingers on her. Shiche's temples were gently massaged.

She knew that Shi Che had a headache. When he drank alcohol, or was upset, she would have some headaches. She remembered that the first time she saw Shi Che, it was at a dinner where everyone coveted and drank. He was sitting on the sofa alone, with his eyes closed slightly, and his eyebrows frowned.

No one dared to disturb him. She didn't dare to go over, but she could see that Che was uncomfortable, and she had learned massage before, so she decided to fight for it, and maybe she would catch up with this gold master.

And she did spell it right.

It was she who was so courageous to go and help Shi Che massage, but she logically followed Shi Che's side, enjoying the envy of everyone's eyes.

Zheng Rourou put her fingers on Shi Che's temples and massaged them lightly or hardly. Shi Che seemed to open her eyes slightly and glanced at her as if she didn't.

Seeing that Shi Che didn't mean to stop, Zheng Rourou let go of her heart and massaged Shi Che more seriously.

Seeing them like this, other people stood up wittily, and left their arms one by one. After a while, only two of them were left in the huge box.

Zheng Rourou lowered her eyes slightly, looking at Shi Che, his eyes were slightly stunned, his thin lips pressed tightly, and the frowning eyebrows slowly unfolded with her massage.

The handsome outline is deep, and the facial features, every stroke, are like God's most meticulous carving. Just looking at it like this makes people unable to help but sink.

Zheng Rourou's eyes gradually flickered with obsession, and her heart jumped frantically. The hands that had been massaged in a regular manner involuntarily slipped down the outline little by little.