He raised his head and smiled like a child: "Do you still remember who I am?"

“…”

Seeing her browsing and not speaking, Cheng Ye stopped joking and asked seriously: "What services do you have here?"

"Foot bathing, full body massage, shoulder and neck therapy, and cupping..."

"All-body massage, do you have to press my whole body?"

"Um."

"With your hands?"

"otherwise?"

Use your feet?

Cheng Ye still smiled with his eyebrows and eyes: "Then I want a full-body massage. You have to keep your word. Every part of your body... needs to be pressed."

"Generally, only responsible for the main shoulders, neck and back. Mr. Cheng has to press the whole body, and needs to be extra time, and add two hundred more per hour."

"I'll add two million to you and buy you for the rest of your life, okay."

“…”

It’s still the little scoundrel back then. After so many years, he has not made any progress and has no aura of a successful celebrity at all.

However, this attitude made Jiang Manyi much relaxed.

"I have no life, Mr. Cheng."

He looked at her and said seriously: "It doesn't matter, I want as much as I have left."

Jiang Manyi held back her laughter, but a sourness surged in her heart: "Mr. Cheng is losing a lot."

"No, I made a profit."

Jiang Manyi stopped continuing the topic, squatted down and took off his sneakers.

Cheng Ye sat down suddenly, pulled his feet back, and hurriedly untied the rope belt, saying, "You don't have to do this, I'll do it myself."

After all, I am the person I like, how can I show her big feet? I haven't seen her for so many years.

Jiang Manyi saw his helplessness and said, "You have to bathe Mr. Cheng. There is no need to do this. I will wear gloves."

"No, no, I have no problem with my feet. It's pretty good. Just press and hold your back."

Jiang Manyi was silent for a moment and finally said, "It's better... help you press your feet. Xiaoyu said that you have been to many places for the concert in the past two weeks."

Even though she tried her best to pretend to be calm and peaceful, her heart was not at all calm.

Not only was it uneasy, but from the moment I stepped into the room, I was in chaos.

After so many years, it’s not that I haven’t had a chance to remarry, nor that I have no suitors, nor because of Xiaoyu.

She was...I used to be in trouble.

When she was young, she fell in love with such a stunning teenager, and how did she accept a vulgar and ordinary marriage and live a life together?

She can't let herself go.

Cheng Ye was silent for a moment, took off his shoes, put his feet into the wooden bucket, and his voice trembled slightly: "I'm having trouble, Manman."

As soon as this title came out, Jiang Manyi squatted down and lowered her head, tears almost fell out.

No one... called her so gently.

No one has ever made her fall in love with her like this. She secretly missed him late at night every night, turned on her phone and browsed every Weibo post on her...

"I will read every comment on Weibo." Cheng Ye looked down at her: "I will guess which comment may be you."

"If you follow me, you may leave me a message, which feels like you... I will click on Weibo to try to find clues about you..."
Chapter completed!