Chapter 1057 Chatting at the Wine Table (1)

I was afraid that Kanazawa had been on a business trip for a few days and was tired. Just after ten o'clock, he said to Cheng Qingcong: "Go to bed."

Cheng Qingcong, who was sitting far away from Kanze, was holding a cup of steaming boiled water in her hand. When she heard this sentence, her palms trembled hard, and the hot water spilled out and fell on her white wrist. , so hot that it hurts.

After Kanazawa threw those three words, he put down the remote control in his hand, picked up the black tea that Cheng Qingcong had placed on the coffee table in front of him half an hour ago, drank half a cup, then stood up and took two steps toward the master bedroom. As if he noticed something, he turned around and glanced at Cheng Qingcong, who was still sitting in the same posture. Seeing that she didn't react, he thought she didn't hear what he just said clearly, so he repeated: "Xiaoyin, it's late." It’s time to rest.”

Cheng Qingcong hurriedly came back to her senses, rolled her eyes twice in a panic, said "Oh" to Kanazawa, and hurriedly put the water glass in her hand on the round table aside, stood up, and kept rubbing her hands because she was uneasy. Touching the spot on her wrist that was reddened by the hot water, she saw that Kanazawa was still staring at her, so she said again: "I know."

Kanazawa nodded lightly, said nothing more, turned around, took the lead in pushing the door open and entering the master bedroom with a calm and lazy step.

With the click of the master bedroom door gently closing, Cheng Qingcong's body swayed slightly. She turned her head with a pale face and glanced at the beautiful, painting-like night view of the Huangpu River outside the window, feeling an unspeakable sadness. , slowly infiltrated her whole body.

Yinan, I wonder what you are doing now in Beijing? Are you working overtime in the company? Or have you returned home to rest?

Now that your products are successfully launched and your funds are running normally, are you living a high-spirited, happy and comfortable life?

Yinan, you will never know that the happiness you have now was obtained by me going to hell.

You will never know that I love you so much that I don’t care about anything in return or anything.

Cheng Qingcong slightly curved the corners of her lips, suppressed the sourness in her eyes, took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and walked towards the master bedroom.

The headlight in the master bedroom had been turned off by Kanazawa, and only the two dim table lamps beside the bed were turned on.

Kanazawa took off his nightgown and only wore boxer briefs, revealing his strong and powerful figure.

Cheng Qingcong just glanced at it briefly, then lowered his eyes and slowly walked to the bed.

Even though she made very little movement, Kanazawa, who had his eyes closed, still noticed someone approaching. He lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at Cheng Qingcong, then pointed to a bottle of essential oil on the bedside table, and said in a casual tone. : "Rub my back."

Then, he turned over and lay on the bed.

Cheng Qingcong swallowed, and after a while, she climbed onto the bed, took the essential oil, poured it into her palms, rubbed it to warm it, and then covered it on Kanazawa's back, rubbing it slowly with moderate strength.

Cheng Qingcong and Jin Ze never had any conversation, and the bedroom was very quiet.

After about half an hour, Cheng Qingcong got out of bed, went to the bathroom, soaked a towel with hot water, wrung it out, came out, and wiped off the essential oil on Kanazawa's back that had not been absorbed into the skin.

Jin Ze seemed to be asleep, and did not react at all to Cheng Qingcong's busy schedule.