I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Mo Yesi: "..."

What kind of experience is being guarded by your own wife as a thief?

Did he not perform well enough for the previous two times, she was not very satisfied?

Otherwise, how could she resist this?

However, he had specially observed at the time, she should be satisfied.

"Is the leg still sour?" Mo Yesi temporarily put the question aside, took off her shoes, put her leg on his leg, and the other hand fell to the most sour spot on her leg Pressed gently.

He has a soft voice and whispered: "I will press it for you."

The man's fingers are slender and powerful. The hand that is usually used to sign contracts and documents. The daily earning hand is giving her a massage. He is very good at handling it, but it is not too heavy and not too light.

After pressing for a few minutes, Qiao Mianmian felt that the soreness had eased a lot.

Mo Yesi pressed and asked her, "Is it too heavy?"

Qiao Mianmian looked down at his dark hair, as well as his posture of massaging her on one knee, and the sweet taste poured into her heart, and somewhere in her heart became very soft and soft.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, and her voice said sweetly: "No, it's appropriate."

"Do you feel more comfortable?"

"Huh." Qiao Mian pursed her lips, an urge to reach out and touch his hair.

She thought so in her heart, and her body quickly took action. The small white and soft hand stretched out and touched his dark, soft and short hair.

The man who was massaging her froze.

Qiao Mianmian also froze when he felt the silkiness of his fingertips.

"Sorry." She immediately took her hand back, thinking he would mind.

She knew that some men hated others touching their heads.

There is a saying that the head can be broken, and the hairstyle must not be disordered.

"I don't mind." Mo Yesi froze for a few seconds and then returned to normal. He continued to press her another leg, with a soft smile in his low voice. "You can touch it if you want to."

Qiao Mianmian didn't mind hearing him, and his paws were tickling again.

Mo Yesi's hair quality is very good, it is the kind to shoot shampoo ads, do not need to add special effects.

She just touched it and felt it feels particularly good.

If he doesn't mind, she still wants to feel more...

Mo Yesi smirked: "You can touch any part of my body. You can touch it as long as you want."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

She blushed with a small face.

How did she feel that Mo Yesi had ambiguity in this remark?

Isn't her thinking too dirty?

How does she feel a little bit horny.

However, since he said he didn't mind, then she was welcome.

Qiao Mianmian's white, tender, and soft hand stretched out again, fell on top of his head, and gently touched his soft hair. His voice was soft and soft: "Mo Yesi, have you massaged others before?"

He feels that his massage is very good.

It doesn't look like it's the first time to massage a person.

"Huh." Mo Yesi knelt in front of her and pinched the soft meat on her legs, with a soft look on her beautiful face. "When I was at home, I helped my grandmother to press her legs. How, Is my massage technique okay?"

Qiao Mianmian suddenly understood.

She had been to the Mo family once, and naturally knew that the old lady was a little sick.

"Grandma's legs..." Qiao Mianlong looked at his dark hair and hesitated, then asked in a low voice, "How could it be bad. Has she always been like that?"