Lin Qinghan sat back on the sofa, holding her forehead with her slender jade hand. She thought Zhang Xuan had made some changes after Fang Yi's incident last time, but now it seems that he is still so cowardly and will only run away when encountering problems.
"Boss Lin, your foot washing water."
Zhang Xuan's voice sounded in Lin Qinghan's ears. He took the initiative to bring a basin of warm foot washing water. Zhang Xuan knew that Lin Qinghan had many hidden diseases, which were caused by overwork. Zhang Xuan could treat Lin Qinghan's hidden diseases through acupuncture point massage.
Lin Qinghan looked at the man in front of her and frowned. What kind of feet is this idle man!
Lin Qinghan was about to speak and let Zhang Xuan take the foot washing water away. Before she could speak, she felt her little feet being grabbed by a pair of rough big hands.
Zhang Xuan gently touched the pair of jade feet in his hand. Every time he looked at them, they seemed like works of art. This pair of petal jade feet was crystal clear, like condensed fat, and the ankles were tender and red.
Zhang Xuan gently massaged the acupuncture points on the soles of Lin Qinghan's feet.
Lin Qinghan only felt a strange feeling like an electric current coming from the soles of her feet. Looking at Zhang Xuan's somewhat dishonest hands, Lin Qinghan frowned and said unhappily: "What are you touching?"
"It's not a random touch, this is a massage, Mr. Lin." Zhang Xuan shook his head and emphasized his tone, "You have a chronic disease, which causes you to lack sleep, get angry easily, and have abdominal pain during those few days of the month. Proper massage can relieve these."
Zhang Xuan said, his hands kept moving, still rubbing the pair of jade feet.
Lin Qinghan wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say anything, because she found that what Zhang Xuan said was right. She did lack sleep, get angry easily, and had dysmenorrhea. Lin Qinghan thought about yesterday again. She slept very sweetly last night. Could it be because this person massaged her?
But in the end, Lin Qinghan couldn't help but speak. No matter what, Zhang Xuan was nominally her legal husband, and being able to massage was not something to brag about.
Lin Qinghan's tone was slightly unhappy: "Where did you learn all this?"
Zhang Xuan sighed softly, "My family was poor when I was a child, so I did everything."
Lin Qinghan's pretty face changed slightly, and she didn't speak again.
As Zhang Xuan massaged, the sleepiness gradually surged up again. Lin Qinghan shook her head. She didn't want to be carried to the bedroom by this man again tonight.
"Okay, go and pour the water." Lin Qinghan retracted her jade feet, put on slippers, and walked towards the bedroom upstairs.
These days, it happened to be her menstrual period. Every night, Lin Qinghan would make herself a cup of brown sugar water to suppress the pain in her lower abdomen.
Lin Qinghan soaked the brown sugar water, blew air on the ceramic cup with her little mouth, and just as she was about to drink it, her movements suddenly froze. She hadn't noticed it before, but it seemed that her lower abdomen didn't hurt anymore! Since yesterday, she hasn't felt any pain!
"Could it be that his massage really works?" Lin Qinghan looked outside the bedroom with puzzled eyes. Zhang Xuan was doing the last floor mopping work before going to bed.
Back in the room, I suddenly saw a missed call on my phone. It was from a handsome young man. Zhang Xuan called back.
"Boss, the chef of the royal family of Faguo asked me to contact you. He said that he has learned all the cooking techniques you taught him before. I wonder if I have the honor to be your disciple now."
"Let's talk about it later. I'm busy recently." Zhang Xuan replied hastily and hung up the phone.
After a night, the next morning, Zhang Xuan got up and prepared to clean the room as usual. As a result, he saw that Lin Qinghan did not rush out as usual, but made a cup of tea for herself and sat on the sofa to taste it slowly.
"Boss Lin, are you not going to the company today?" Zhang Xuan took a rag and carefully wiped the whole cut marble coffee table in front of Lin Qinghan.
Lin Qinghan put down the teacup, glanced at Zhang Xuan in a white vest, and said, "Don't work, I have a friend coming, you should go out first today."
"What friend?" Zhang Xuan smiled flatteringly.
Lin Qinghan raised her eyebrows, "Does it have anything to do with you? Just do your own things. I don't want to see you before the afternoon."
"Oh." Zhang Xuan responded a little frustrated, folded the rag in his hand, put it where it should be, and then walked out of the villa.
Stretching towards the morning sun, Zhang Xuan said as if talking to himself, "Watch this place well," and walked away.
Zhang Xuan brought some toys to the Ivy Orphanage. When the children saw Zhang Xuan, they all swarmed around him, calling him brother Zhang Xuan and asking for toys to play with.
Zhang Xuan looked at these children with doting eyes. When he was a child, he also wished to have some toys to play with.
"Dean, do you know what he does?" Qin Rou, wearing a white dress, sat on a small stool. Today, she put her hair up, less messy and lively than yesterday, but more pure and clean. She was bare-faced and without makeup, but her facial features were delicate and impeccable.
The moment she saw Zhang Xuan, Qin Rou's body tensed up for no reason.