Wang Bo immediately opened his eyes, and then he saw Cheng Wenjin lying on the floor of the living room, struggling to get up, frowning and sad, and he fell heavily at first glance.

"Sister--" Wang Bo was shocked, the "hot blood" on his body retreated like a tide, and he quickly turned over and got up to help Cheng Wenjin on the ground.

"Sister, is it important? Where did you fall?" Wang Bo pulled Cheng Wenjin's arm and pulled her up from the ground.

"It doesn't matter...Oh-" As soon as he said "It doesn't matter", a rapid inhalation sounded immediately in Wang Bo's ear. The woman's left foot was raised and she suddenly turned into a golden rooster independent, almost pouring the weight of her body on him, "It probably sprained ankle!" Cheng Wenjin said in a low voice.

Wang Bo helped Cheng Wenjin to the sofa and sat down. He also sat beside the other party. He picked up Cheng Wenjin's injured left foot, placed it on his legs, and looked around. In addition to the swelling of the crooked ankles, a layer of skin was also broken on his knees. It was red and red. Wang Bo's heart immediately tugged, feeling so distressed that he was even more sad than his injury.

"It's okay, Xiaobo! He just sprained his ankle and broke some skin. It's no big deal. You open the drawer of the coffee table, there is a small medicine box inside, and give me the small medicine box. I put Zhang Bangdi on my knees, spray some alcohol and rub it, and it's okay." Cheng Wenjin smiled and comforted her with a smile. She glanced at the other party's legs inadvertently. She was already in a state of turmoil, and she returned to peace. She was not as bulging as before, causing herself to panic and fall down.

Thinking of this, Cheng Wenjin found that her heartbeat began to pulsate quickly again. She took a deep breath and thought to herself a little annoyed that she shouldn't have listened to the little kid's opinions and took off her socks - no, she shouldn't have stepped on the little kid's back tonight!

"Oh, OK." Wang Bo nodded, put Cheng Wenjin's feet on the sofa, stood up, picked up two cushions and pillowed behind each other, "But, sister, you should just lie down and rest. I've prepared it for you."

Wang Bo opened the drawer of the coffee table, took out a long transparent box, and opened it, but saw that it looked like a treasure box, such as thermometer, Band-Aid, medical alcohol, gauze, cotton, tweezers, tape, as well as Fengliu essence, Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, various cold medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs and other medicines. He could open a small clinic to heal and treat people. Wang Bo was stunned immediately, and at the same time he sighed that the other party was really a good wife and mother, a good life expert. Liang Jingquan was able to marry Cheng Wenjin, because the ancestral grave was really smoke from the blue, and there was a curved tree growing behind his hometown.

"It's okay, Xiaobo, I'll do it myself." Cheng Wenjin supported himself from the cushion and supported his body. He was really worried that Wang Bo had never done these jobs and was frivolous.

"Just sit down, sister! Look at me." Wang Bo pressed the woman's shoulder, blinked, and gently let the other party lie half on the cushion again.

In the following time, Wang Bo first sprayed alcohol on Cheng Wenjin's left foot joint several times to cool down. Then he sprayed some alcohol on his knees, wiped the blood around the wound with medical cotton, and then gently put a Band-Aid on it after the alcohol evaporated. Finally, Wang Bo held Cheng Wenjin's white and delicate little feet in his hand, sprayed alcohol twice, and then gently clicked on the skin around his ankle with his index finger, asking Cheng Wenjin's feelings while pointing.

"Fortunately, sister, I probably didn't hurt the bones, it was just a sprain of the soft tissue." Wang Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief after examining Cheng Wenjin.

Cheng Wenjin was worried about Wang Bo's frustration at first, but later when he saw the little kid's movements, he was careful and gentle, and his old-fashioned manner, not like the inexperienced Chu Ge, he suddenly became curious: "Xiaobo, have you done these for others before? He looks very experienced."

"He helped twice. Once, my sister sprained her ankle, and once, my classmate sprained her ankle." Wang Bo told the truth, and the scene of helping Zhang Jing and Zeng Siqi healed her injuries could not help but emerge in his mind.

"Class? Haha, female classmate?" Cheng Wenjin smiled and joked.

"Uh... that... is a female classmate who played table tennis together, fell down and sprained ankle. Nine out of ten boys smell bad. If the boys say that, I won't be a doctor, and I will just send it to the clinic or clinic." Wang Bo touched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed, but soon became more confident again.

"Hehe... you're quite honest!" Cheng Wenjin suddenly laughed, a little trembling, and raised his left foot on Wang Bo's thigh, and accidentally hit his arm.

"Ouch—" The smile on Cheng Wenjin's face stopped abruptly and was attacked by a piercing pain. Her graceful and noble little face instantly became a little distorted.

"Sorry, sister, did you touch your ankle?" Wang Bo hurriedly grabbed Cheng Wenjin's left foot in his hand and checked carefully.

The severe pain came and went quickly. Cheng Wenjin let out a heavy sigh, glared at Wang Bo, and said coquettishly: "Stop telling jokes, I'm so angry that I laugh!"

At this time, Cheng Wenjin's expression on her face was as delicate as anger, not as dignified as usual. She was half lying on the cushion, her right leg was bent, forming an acute angle of 30 degrees, and her left leg was straight like a pencil that was magnified countless times. Her legs were graceful and slender, with smooth and delicate skin on it, and without flaws. Because of her shorts, most of the whole thigh was exposed to the air. Wang Bo's eyes slid along the straight curve, crossed the beautiful knee, swept through a lotus-like skin, and then went to the junction of the trouser legs and thighs. A gap that was not big or small opened and closed. Wang Bo's eyes almost instinctively penetrated into the gap and explored inside, and a small white flashed at the base of his thighs.

boom--

Wang Bo felt something explode in an instant, and a vast white area formed for a moment.

"Sister, I'll help you pinch your feet. It's... helpful for blood circulation." Wang Bo swallowed his saliva secretly and took a deep breath. He felt as if his heart was equipped with an engine, which was scattering and contracting wildly, and pumping the blood in his chest toward his limbs and eight bones.

Wang Bo lowered his head and put Cheng Wenjin's left heel on his thigh, carefully, and sometimes light and sometimes heavy to get up in other places except his ankles.

"No, Xiaobo! Don't worry about it, it will be fine after a while...it will be fine by itself." Cheng Wenjin was not embarrassed to ask Wang Bo to pinch his feet. As soon as he exerted force, he wanted to retract his feet.

"Don't move-" Wang Bo pulled Cheng Wenjin's forefoot hard, preventing him from pulling away, and then slowed down his tone. Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Sister, you are considered an industrial injury, so I should ask me to cure you. Just lie on the cushion and have a good rest. I promise not to pinch you."

After saying that, Wang Bo lowered his head again and continued to pinch the five neatly arranged, beautifully shaped, and meticulously trimmed their nails, as delicate as Russian dolls. He pinched his toes and then pinched the other person's instep, soles and heels. During the process of "playing with" the jade/foot in his hand, Wang Bo kept sighing:

What is a real beauty? A woman with all the beauty is a real beauty except for her appearance and figure, hands, ears, and feet!

He couldn't hide, but refused, but could not refuse, Cheng Wenjin had no choice but to let Wang Bo pinch his feet, and he couldn't help but think of him with hatred:

After all, my sprained ankle was because you, a little devil, and you don’t like my feet to be “dirty”. If you want to pinch them, you can pinch them.

Thinking of this, Cheng Wenjin immediately curled the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy Wang Bo's pinch of his feet with peace of mind.

Wang Bo was careful, like a foot washing technician in a foot wash shop, gently pinching Cheng Wenjin's feet. He sometimes rubbed, sometimes pressed, sometimes rubbed, and sometimes rubbed. He used various massage techniques back and forth, carefully served and carefully cared for, just like playing with a rare toy he loved.

During the massage, Wang Bo sprayed alcohol on his injured ankle from time to time, and occasionally looked at Cheng Wenjin lying on the sofa. The other party's expression was sometimes relaxed and sometimes tightened, changing with the change of his massage intensity and techniques, but it was basically more comfortable than nervous. When Wang Bo saw it, a tenderness emerged from his heart, feeling that his efforts were not in vain.

After about a quarter of an hour on his feet, Wang Bo began to expand the massage object to Cheng Wenjin's slender and stylish calves.

When his palm pinched the smooth and delicate calf muscles on Cheng Wenjin's calf, Wang Bo felt that Cheng Wenjin's calf muscles were obviously tightened, and his calf began to shrink back.
Chapter completed!