Chapter 97 The Maid Warming the Bed

“Are you talking about boyfriend?”

Peter’s heart came to his throat in an instant.

“Well, I like him” Mary Jane nodded.

“Wow–”

“What’s the matter?” Mary Jane chased after her.

“Ahem, nothing, you finally have someone to accompany you.”

“I think we can go one step closer!”

“Further?” Peter was puzzled.

“nothing.”



Seeing Peter’s silly look, Mary was going crazy.

“I will go to see your show tomorrow night!”

Little Spider-Man said these words, he had brewed for a long time, and finally said it, suddenly feeling relieved all over.

“Tomorrow night? Will you come?”

Mary Jane’s smile bloomed again.

“I will go, I promise!”

Little Spider-Man laughed too, like a big fool.

“do not let me down!”

“I will not.”

There was thunder and thunder outside the window, and Ye Qingyang was lying on the big bed in the bedroom, enjoying the massage brought by Wei Zhenzhen.

“Sir, how about the strength? Would you like to be lighter?”

Wei Zhenzhen pillowed Ye Qingyang with a white and soft latex pillow, while gently rubbing Ye Qingyang’s head with her slender hands, which made Ye Qingyang a little surprised.

“Unexpectedly, A Zhen, you still have this craft? Have you done this before?”


“Where is there? They are serious people, but every day except for cleaning, washing the clothes for my husband, my time is free, so I signed up for an online massage course on the Internet. These are the people I and those on the Internet. Learned.”

A dimple is outlined at the corner of Wei Zhenzhen’s mouth, and her gentle eyes flow across.

“I see the boss, you work so hard every day, so naturally you have to be comfortable when you go home. I don’t have any special skills, so I have to learn. This is also part of my job.”

“It’s not bad, it tastes great, it’s called verygood in America!”

Ye Qingyang held a purple-black and rosy grape that Wei Zhenzhen handed over, with endless aftertastes.

This is the life of the rich, awakening the power of the world, lying on the knees of drunk beauties, and no one massages and peels grapes when they are tired.

When I was a child, I could only watch the life of King Zhou in the Conferred God List.

“Boss, you have helped me so much. I am a person who knows nothing. I can only compensate my boss in this respect.”

Wei Zhenzhen reached out to the elastic band with two slightly trembling hands, and was about to retreat.

Ye Qingyang suddenly grabbed her wrist, and then pulled her directly in front of him.

Wei Zhenzhen was startled, because At the moment her face was only ten centimeters away from Ye Qingyang’s eyes.

“Azhen, you don’t need to do this.”

But Ye Qingyang couldn’t say what followed, Wei Zhenzhen’s long hair suddenly untied, and the smooth hair strands scattered on Ye Qingyang’s face, a little itchy.

Looking at Wei Zhenzhen’s increasingly moisturized skin, Ye Qingyang felt that he was really depraved.

However, thinking of the ancient maidservants, before the male host goes to bed, all the maidservants need to do is to wash themselves, wear only a small amount of clothing into the bed, and use their own body temperature to warm the bed. This process may take about half an hour. .

In the process of warming the bed, I couldn’t sleep soundly, let alone play, and when the bed was warm, I asked the owner to come and go to bed.

The temperature in winter is relatively cold. At that time, the room is heated by a brazier at most, so the temperature in the room is still relatively low.

In addition, the feet of people who sleep at night in winter are most likely to be cold, so these maids have to warm the feet of the master to ensure that the feet of the master will not be frozen in the middle of the night.

This work is done by two maids, one with one foot in their arms, to help the owner warm his feet.

In addition to warming the bed, the most important role of the maids is that when the wife is inconvenient, if they encounter an energetic host, they will take the place of the hostess and the host.

Just like the big maids in the Dream of Red Mansions, Ping’er and his like are Jia Lian’s tools for venting.

These maids had better destiny, and a few maids had a miserable life.

If you encounter a host with a twisted heart, you will get punches and kicks if you make a mistake, and even more so, you will lose your life.

Among them, the most disgusting person in history is the treacherous minister Yan Shifan of the daimyo. He has a special hobby. Here is the “beauty glen” that is spurned by everyone.

Fortunately, I didn’t travel back to ancient times, otherwise I couldn’t bear the thought of these beautiful women becoming slaves.

“Huh, boss, you are not honest at all, you say no, but your body is honest.”

Wei Zhenzhen grabbed Ye Qingyang’s handle, and immediately squeezed what Ye Qingyang wanted to say back in his stomach.

Her charming cheeks are glowing with red clouds, and her two sullen eyes are staring at Ye Qingyang.

“Is this speed appropriate?”

“MD, if the tiger doesn’t show off your power, you treat me like a sick cat! Fairy, look at the gun!”

After speaking, Ye Qingyang mounted his gun and galloped freely.

“Boom!”

There was loud thunder outside, covering up the indiscriminate bombing inside the villa.

“Crack!”

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, bright electric lights illuminating the bedroom of the villa, and the two entangled figures were stretched very long by the light.

The rain was gurgling outside the window, and the spring was strong.

I don’t know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for a while.

Falling flowers and flowing water spring also go, heaven and earth.

In the frontier town, where Mjolnir fell, Hill stood on a makeshift high platform, watching the alarm bells in the camp.

A vigorous figure shuttled back and forth in the tunnels of the camp, and the strong man seemed to be in an uninhabited state. None of the agent guards in the entire camp was his enemy.

Jane Foster, who was lying a mile away from the camp, held up a telescope to observe the situation in the camp. Seeing the alarm flashing, her heart suddenly became nervous.

That handsome guy with a funny head won’t be caught by S.H.I.E.L.D, right?

“Dididi-this is Eric, please leave a message.”

Jane Foster quickly dialed Eric’s phone, but it was almost midnight at the moment, and Eric set up a voice mail box.

“Hi, Eric, it’s me, don’t worry, I’m fine, but in the next hour, if you don’t have any news from me, please come to the meteor crater site to find me. It’s the flying hammer that SHIELD took over. I did it. I’m so sorry that you didn’t let me do it, I’m very sorry, goodbye.”

After that, she continued to pick up the binoculars and couldn’t wait to see what happened in the camp. However, her instrument was confiscated by the team led by Hill a long time ago. At this moment, the binoculars in her hand were spent 20 dollars on the roadside. The store sells.

You can see it during the day, but at night it can only be done by luck.

“Report, report, the enemy entered the tunnel to the south!”

“No, I have no signal!”

The entire camp was messed up into a pot of porridge. The thunder in the sky, lightning and thunder, seriously interfered with the communication equipment of the base.

“Get out of here!”

Thor slammed his back and slammed the staff who came to stop him to the ground.

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