Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zhao Donglin on the other end of the phone scolded: "Silly! I forgot all the teachings I taught you, and I was not calm at all when I encountered things. Before I could figure out the other party's trump card, I would shout and kill loudly. This is the stupidest behavior."

"But, Dad, I was beaten and lost my face. If not--" Zhao Yue felt a little aggrieved.

"You are not dead yet, so it's okay. Let's talk about the others when you come back!" Zhao Donglin said irritably, then hung up the phone.

Zhao Yue was scolded by his father, and he became even more angry. His resentment towards Chen Fei became stronger and stronger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Fei, I remember you. I will definitely return the humiliation you gave me twice as much."

………

Chen Fei drove and took Song Yi home.

Song Yi's home is in a high-end community not far from the Beijing Conservatory of Music. He drove into the underground garage and then took the elevator directly to the 16th floor where Song Yi was located.

At the high end of the community, there are only two opposite families on one floor.

When you open the door and enter the room, it is very large and the decoration inside is very simple. However, the things in the room are a bit messy.

Various instruments and musical scores were thrown everywhere.

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but feel embarrassed and said, "I usually stay at home, and I want to write songs when I have inspiration, so I didn't do much!"

Chen Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, this is in line with the artist's temperament."

"I'm just a singer, far from being an artist." Song Yi shook his head, then poured a glass of water for Chen Fei, handed it over, "Chen Fei, thank you for what happened today."

Chen Fei shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter. Sister Song, you don't have to be so polite."

Song Yi waved his hand and said, "It's not a trivial matter for me. I originally thought that such high-end performances with leaders present would be very formal, but I didn't expect that they would become like that! If it weren't for you, Chen Fei, I wouldn't have imagined what would happen to me next."

When she said this, although Song Yi's tone was still plain and his expression was normal.

But Chen Fei still saw the fear and fear in Song Yi's heart from her slightly trembling body and slightly red eyes.

It seems that this incident has left some shadows in her heart.

Seeing this, Chen Fei put down the water cup and looked at Song Yi and said, "Sister Song, let's go to the room."

"Ah, go to the room. You--" Song Yi was shocked and looked at Chen Fei in surprise and confusion.

Chen Fei was stunned for a moment before realizing that there was an ambiguity in his words, and quickly explained: "Sister Song, what I mean is. Go to the room and I will give you a massage and recuperation, which will make you feel better. I have nothing else to say."

"Rehabilitation!" Speaking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but remember the time he met Chen Feichu.

When I went to Long'an City to find inspiration, Chen Fei discovered the bracelet for me at that time, and also helped me recuperate in the hotel.

Seeing that Song Yi did not respond, Chen Fei quickly continued, "Sister Song, I am a regular Chinese medicine doctor, the kind with a certificate. If you don't believe it, I will show you the certificate."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi waved his hand and said, "I don't mean that, of course I believe you, Chen Fei."

"Since that's the case, I'll bother you." Song Yi stood up and walked into the room.

Chen Fei followed in immediately.

In the bedroom, Song Yi took off his coat, revealing the close-fitting clothes inside, and immediately outlined a graceful curve, which made Chen Fei look a little blinded.

The temperature in the bedroom also seemed to rise.

Seeing this, Song Yi coughed gently, his face turned slightly red and said, "I, what do I want to do?"

After hearing this, Chen Fei took back his straight gaze, coughed twice, and said in a hurry: "This, this. Sister Song, you just need to lie on the bed."

"Oh, is that?" Song Yi lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and asked softly.

Chen Fei's eyes fell down. Seeing Song Yi's clearer figure, his nose felt a little hot.

"Don't think about it all! Don't think about it all."

Chen Fei thought silently in his heart, and then he came to the bed, knelt beside Song Yi, and said, "Sister Song, I'm about to start massage. If you feel uncomfortable, just say to me."

"Yeah!" Feeling the breath coming from the man around him, Song Yi also felt a little hot.

Then, Chen Fei took a deep breath, rubbed his palms with his hands, making his palms hot, and then his palms fell and pressed against Song Yi's back.

Although there was a layer of clothes, Song Yi's body trembled involuntarily when he touched it.

Even Chen Fei clearly felt the trembling and couldn't help asking: "Sister Song, are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yi said: "No, I'm fine, you can keep going."

"Yeah!" Chen Fei nodded, then began to exert force with his palms, and began to massage Song Yi in the order of the acupoint meridians.

Different parts have different massage techniques and different forces. Various frictions and kneading make Song Yi feel that his body gradually softened.

Coupled with the heat coming from Chen Fei's palm, Song Yi felt that his body seemed to have turned into a ball of dough under his skillful hands, which was rubbed and stretched freely, and finally fermented and expanded, becoming soft.

At the same time, she felt her body temperature continue to rise. Since the skin under her thin clothes had a layer of fine beads of sweat. Her head buried in the pillow was also sweating profusely at this moment, and her soft hair was pressed against her flushed cheeks, giving people a different charming posture.

The heat and comfortable feeling from the body made Song Yi unable to help but let out a "ah" cry.

Although it was just such a slight cry, it attracted Chen Fei's gaze and made Chen Fei look over. Then he saw Song Yi's rosy cheeks and his tightly biting lips.

Suddenly, Chen Fei felt that his body and skin seemed to have become softer and warmer, and his body temperature also rose.

"This, this-"

Although Chen Fei tried his best to suppress some of the thoughts that came out involuntarily in his mind, the more he suppressed them, the more powerful these thoughts surged.

In the end, Chen Fei felt that his breathing had become hot, his eyes began to turn red, and his body could no longer control it.

At this moment, Song Yi, who was under Chen Fei, was also massaged by Chen Fei and his eyes were blurred, sweating profusely, and slight crying sounds kept coming from his mouth, which seemed extremely tempting.
Chapter completed!