Chapter 51: God hand massage

Chapter 51
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Mu Ziqing looked dumbfounded.
Mu Baocheng pulled her daughter aside, and said to Zhou Yang: "Is it so difficult to understand? I asked you if you ever touched Ziqing?"
Zhou Yang has a sense of powerlessness.
The leaps and bounds of this problem are also too great.
"No!" Zhou Yang said seriously.
"No!" Mu Baocheng smiled, "The young man nowadays, there is no truth in his mouth! I assume you have already touched it, and my daughter is already yours!"
I fuck!
Zhou Yang was stupid.
I'm telling the truth, OK?
Mu Ziqing also opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
If it hadn't been for a phone call to interrupt her and Zhou Yang, she might have become Zhou Yang's person now.
"Now, I don't care how you young people play. I only have one rule. You are not allowed to kill you. Do you understand the kid, and you, Ziqing?" Mu Baocheng recovered his style as a big-time gangster at this moment, but looked at his daughter. His eyes are full of warmth.
The big girl couldn't help her father, but after all she found Ruyi Langjun.
"Young man, you are very good at fighting, I am very optimistic about you! In the future, you will live honestly and develop awkwardly. The future of my foundation will be yours. If you want to abandon Ziqing, I will let people castrate you!" Mu Baocheng shouted, "Do you understand?"
Zhou Yang grimaced, did I say that I understood it or didn't?
If you don’t understand, 80% of them will be considered provocative by this gangster...
Saying that you understand it is equivalent to admitting that you have a super friendship with Mu Ziqing. It's so nonsense!
During the whole process, Mu Ziqing was watching and listening.
To be honest, her father's words are quite useful to her.
She was very satisfied with Zhou Yang, especially after he defeated the invading enemy, Mu Ziqing was even more satisfied.
There are a lot of things that girls can't say directly, and the father helps them to speak, which saves a lot of trouble, and future contacts with Zhou Yang will be a matter of course.
But when she heard her father threaten Zhou Yang, Mu Ziqing was instantly annoyed: "Dad? What did you just say? Who are you going to castrate?"
Mu Baocheng was startled, and immediately put on a flattering smile: "Ziqing, Dad is doing this for you too! Don't scare this kid, if he floats, you won't be able to hold back your wishful Langjun. Huh?"
Zhou Yang covered his face and didn't want to listen anymore.
This pair of father and daughter really match up.
"Zhou Yang, don't worry, if my dad dares to move you, I will fight him!" Mu Ziqing wrapped Zhou Yang's arm and said shyly.
Mu Baocheng's group of horses opened their mouths wide.
Having been with the boss for so long, I have never seen my eldest lady so feminine. It's a tiger that turns into a mouse.
Now, Zhou Yang can only bite the bullet and admit it.
Denying face to face, where did Mu Ziqing put her face?
"My dear son, Dad is telling you a joke!" Mu Baocheng coaxed the girl, while admiring Zhou Yang's fierce look, let him experience it for himself.
...
After a fight, Zhou Yang was sweating profusely, and her clothes were a little wrinkled. Mu Ziqing blasted her into the bathroom to take a bath. She was still thinking about shopping with Zhou Yang.
Walking into the bathroom, Zhou Yang stopped.
There is another person in the dressing room-Sister Cheng.
At this time, Sister Cheng's exercise vest was lifted, revealing her belly without a trace of fat.
It's a pity that the fair skin is full of bruises.
Sister Cheng held a tube of safflower oil in her hand, gritted her teeth and pinned her arm behind her, trying to grease the wound on her back.
But just after lifting it less than 20 centimeters, she let out a cry, and the safflower oil in her hand fell to the ground. The stubborn woman gritted her teeth and bent over to pick it up, but the injury on her waist and abdomen caused her to make a second cry.
"You're badly hurt." Zhou Yang picked up safflower oil and handed it to the other party.
Sister Cheng glanced at Zhou Yang, then turned her gaze and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Observing from a close distance, Zhou Yang had a better understanding of Sister Cheng.
The contours of her face are deep and charming, and the position of her eyebrows has been deliberately trimmed. It can be seen that the original eyebrow shape is a lovely meniscus. Sister Cheng should have deliberately made herself look colder before she turned her sword into a sword eyebrow.
"Hiss!" Sister Cheng took a breath, and the safflower oil landed again.
"I'll paint it for you!" Zhou Yang said lightly.
Sister Cheng hesitated slightly and nodded.
Zhou Yang poured oil into his palms, rubbed his hands, and then patted Cheng Jie's back and lower abdomen.
"Yeah!" Sister Cheng let out a painful muffled snort.
Zhou Yang was condescending, his brows gradually frowned.
Sister Cheng not only had bruises on her lower abdomen and back, but also had bruises on her shoulders, chest, and under her ribs.
"Your shoulder joint is a bit misaligned, and your elbow joint is also a bit problematic!" Zhou Yang's eyes were extremely sharp.
"I will handle it myself!" Sister Cheng gritted her teeth.
Zhou Yang shook his head: "You have to deal with it now, and a while later, your periosteum is prone to problems, leaving sequelae and becoming a habitual dislocation."
"System, I finally know why you issued the massage skill pack, it seems that you need to use it now!" Zhou Yang said in his heart, "Skill pack, start!"
"what!"
Sister Cheng suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yang was also stunned.
"No... it's okay!" Sister Cheng lowered her head to hide her flushed face.
Just now, when Zhou Yang's hand touched her skin again, Sister Cheng actually felt uncontrollable ashamed.
Zhou Yang's hand, with boundless magic power, brought her great pleasure and comfort.
She even wanted to groan on the spot.
Fortunately, his control ability is super strong, and I resisted it.
Unknown Zhou Yang thought that he had acted too hard, so he lightened his strength, and once again covered Jie Cheng's lower abdomen with his palm.
"Hmm..." Sister Cheng bit her lip, her lower abdomen trembled slightly, trying to resist the feeling that made her feel sore.
The 36,000 pores were all open, and her toes slowly twitched, where Zhou Yang's big hands seemed to be penetrated by an electric current, and her hair was erected, unspeakably comfortable.
She closed her mouth tightly, only the nose made heavy noises from time to time, her skin slowly turned red, and a layer of fine sweat came out on her body.
Her legs rubbed against each other unconsciously, as if suppressing something.
"Sister Cheng, you also need to remove blood stasis under your ribs, I will help you!" Zhou Yang's heart is like stopping water.
"No...no! You can't!" Sister Cheng said in a panic.
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Even if you straighten my joints, you can't do large-scale activities immediately. I know what you are afraid of..."
With that said, Zhou Yang grabbed one of Cheng's exercise belts from the chair and blindfolded him.
"Sister Cheng, so I can't see anything, shouldn't it be OK?" Zhou Yang spread his hands.
Sister Cheng looked at him and sighed: "Then I will trouble you!"
People don't know her, and she can do it just to help her. What can't she let go of?
As a result, Zhou Yang cautiously pulled her practice vest up again, revealing almost the entire upper body.
Zhou Yang had to pour safflower oil into the palm of his hand and pat on some sensitive parts of Cheng Jie.
For example, under the ribs, such as the position between the ribs and the underarms, such as near the ribs.
During the contact, Zhou Yang would occasionally encounter some unspeakable positions, and his heartbeat accelerated.
Sister Cheng closed her eyes and straightened her slender neck, giving Zhou Yang the greatest convenience.
The fiery hand of the other party made Sister Cheng's injury quickly recovering, and it also inspired a strangeness in Sister Cheng's heart that had been suppressed for a long time.
In the past, whenever this strangeness arose, Sister Cheng would take a cold bath to do it out, but today, she felt that she was almost unable to suppress it.