Paranoid president, he is inappropriate [wearing books](BL) (MTL)

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

    Ji Mianzhu was holding the document in his hand, and because he was too nervous, the flat surface of the paper was wrinkled. Black and white words, plus the inexplicably hard finger marks printed on it, suddenly became impure.

    He was at a loss.

    The neck was a little itchy, but Ji Mianzhu could clearly feel a head rubbing against him, his chin resting lightly on his shoulder, and the sound of his breathing rang steadily in his ears.

    "Is there anything...?"

    Ji Mianzhu asked in a normal voice.

    The two chairs were leaning against each other, there was a little space between them, but the embrace seemed to be airtight. Ji Mianzhu's back was pressed against Jiang Lian's chest. mean.

    Probably because of this, his hand holding the document gradually lost its strength, and the paper fluttered away. Fortunately, Ji Mianzhu came back to his senses at the last minute, and quickly pressed the document on the table.

    Jiang Lian rubbed against Ji Mian's bamboo neck with nostalgia.

    "Looking at Mr. Ji's work for a long time, he is probably tired. I want to help you relax."

    After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from Ji Mianzhu's waist, put it on Ji Mianzhu's shoulder, and stood up slowly. Come on, it didn't take a moment for him to be behind Ji Mianzhu.

    Hearing Jiang Lian's words, Ji Mianzhu subconsciously pondered that direction, and felt that he had indeed been working for a long time.

    It seems that since returning to the company, he has been in the office, dealing with the backlog of work, and he has not even left the corner of his desk for nearly three hours.

    Thinking of this, Ji Mianzhu was seriously thinking about whether he should think about his health for the sake of his health. When he went out for a walk to relax, a sudden force came from his shoulders, neither too light nor too heavy, with the warmth in his palm. Act regularly. The tense muscles were relieved, and his body immediately relaxed.

    Thinking of what Jiang Lian had just said, Ji Mianzhu couldn't help but slightly tilted her face and looked back.

    "What are you?"

    "Obviously, massage for you." Jiang Lian lowered his eyes and couldn't see the expression in the bottom of his eyes, but the corners of his lips rose slightly, making that handsome face even more attractive. It's a far cry from the gloomy and irritable look just now. He squeezed Ji Mianzhu's chin with his fingertips and turned Ji Mianzhu's face back. "Concentrate."

    Ji Mianzhu blinked involuntarily.

    The strength in the shoulders starts again, from the back of the neck to the shoulders, and back from the shoulders. The hand strength was just right, and even Ji Mianzhu could feel the shape of Jiang Lian's fingertips in a trance, and how the other person's fingers were kneading on his shoulders.

    Not knowing what to think, he blushed.

    Gee, it shouldn't.

    Ji Mianzhu licked his lips and secretly thought that he was not thinking properly. However, Jiang Lian's massage was really too comfortable, as if all the strain accumulated at work had to be released along with the force of the massage. He simply closed his eyes, let Jiang Lian hold it, and enjoyed it.

    The tiny factors in the air seem to be intoxicated at this moment, and the speed of flow gradually slows down.

    No wind for a while.