Chapter 268: Everyone has a ghost in their hearts

...When the sun rose from the horizontal line, the African savanna woke up, and all beasts gathered together, glory cheered, and celebrated together the little prince Simba, given birth to the lion king and the queen...

This is the first time that Zhitong has watched cartoons on the big screen. She was attracted to her all at once. She grabbed Zhang Ke with one hand and Wan Qing with the other, holding her tightly, as if she was afraid that the two of them would sneak away when she was intoxicated, but her eyes were still staring at the screen, and she asked strange questions from time to time, such as why the hyena is so ugly, when will Simba and Nana get married, Nana is a female lion, why has such beautiful blue eyes, and why the old baboon elder Lafochi has Chinese Kung Fu. I don’t know where there are so many problems when she is so young. Fortunately, her attention is on the screen, so Zhang Ke and Wan Qing don’t have to be too obsessed with her strange problems.

Halfway through the video, Zhang Ke thought that the snacks and drinks that were fully prepared were empty. Zhitong looked at Zhang Ke pitifully. Zhang Ke had no choice but to stand up and go to the front row to see, hoping that Xiyu and Xirong's appetite would not be too good. Xie Wanqing pressed his shoulder and pointed to the bathroom indicator light in the front corner of the hall. She wanted to go to the bathroom and help Zhitong get snacks by the way.

Haizhou Cinema is an old building built in the 1970s, with the gaps between the front and rear seats very tight. Xie Wanqing took off her coat and placed it on the seat, and Zhang Ke held her hand, guiding her to the aisle. This was a very natural action, but it made Xie Wanqing feel a little warmth in her heart. She put four fingers side by side in Zhang Ke's palm, pinching the back of his hand, and carefully trying to squeeze through him. Her calf rubbed her calves twice, and her heart trembled slightly.

Zhitong was going forward, and Zhang Ke held her little hand and hugged her into his arms. Without letting her follow him, she was worried that she and Xirong would not be separated. Zhitong stared at Zhang Ke with her pink fist and hit her a few times. Seeing that Zhang Ke was unmoved, she leaned in his arms and continued watching the movie.

Wanqing came back soon and sat in the aisle and handed the snacks to Zhitong. Zhang Ke put Zhitong back to his position. He didn't expect that he and Wanqing would sit in the place, but he held Wanqing's soft and boneless hand and asked her to walk in. Wanqing had just washed her hands, and her hands were a little cold. She accidentally stepped on a hard object under her feet. She was startled and was already owed. She turned her feet slightly and fell in Zhang Ke's arms and sat on Zhang Ke's thighs.

Xie Wanqing has an elegant temperament, graceful and luxurious temperament. For a moment, Zhang Ke's hand fell on Wanqing's thigh. She was wearing a pair of jeans and the warmth spread to the palm of her hand. Seeing Wanqing sitting on her thigh as if she had lost her reaction, Zhang Ke held her slender waist and asked her if she had sprained her ankle.

"Ah... it seems to hurt a little." Wan Qing came to her senses and bent down to touch her ankle. She needed a lie to hide her inner trembling. At this moment, she realized how much she longed for this man's hug.

Zhang Ke also bent over to touch her ankles, with her arms around her waist, and her chest and abdomen close to her back.

With a moment of gentleness, Wanqing stood up after 5 or 6 seconds, and turned back to her seat with her feet that were not painful at all. She felt that her body was so hot.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Ke asked Wanqing through Zhitong.

"Somewhat, not that great..."

"Is there any swelling?"

"It seems that there is no..."

"What's wrong with mom?" Zhitong asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I almost fell down..." Wan Qing told the truth, but seemed to comfort Zhitong.

After the video was played, Zhang Ke held Zhitong's hand and Wanqing in the seat without moving. Fu Jun in front was holding Xirong and Xiyu, the two sisters, Li Mingyu, and the nanny, followed the crowds of people who left and left.

Seeing that they were sitting and not moving, Li Mingyu asked them: "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I sprained my ankle..." Wan Qing sat inside and said, and the people sitting in the middle all left the field from the other side.

"Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"It's nothing big, just go back and get ice to apply it..." Xie Wanqing had to continue her lies, otherwise she would not be able to face Zhang Ke.

"You will take Zhitong to eat KFC together. I will send Sister Wanqing back. Remember to bring us a copy after eating..."

Zhang Ke took Zhitong out and handed it to Li Mingyu. Li Mingyu also picked up Zhitong: "Isn't it serious?"

"It's okay, you guys go first." Wan Qing asked them to leave quickly, a little unbearable of her lies, and she could not refuse Zhang Ke to send her back. She didn't know how to face him, so she could only continue to pretend. In this mood, she was a little impatient with Li Mingyu's concern. Fortunately, the people behind were also pushing them to leave quickly, Fu Jun and Li Mingyu finally left with the abortion.

The ceiling lights on the hall were on, and the soft light was pouring down. Zhang Ke bent down to touch Wanqing's ankle: "This?"

"Um!"

Zhang Ke folded the partition in the middle, picked up Wanqing's right leg and put it on his knees, and gently rubbed it through thin cotton socks: "Can you leave?"

Wanqing felt that lying was not useless, and she did not dare to let Zhang Ke help her knead her ankles in the cinema. She shyly retracted her feet and said, "Let's go, the next game will begin soon."

Fu Jun and Li Mingyu were still waiting for them in the parking lot with concern. Seeing Xie Wanqing holding Zhang Ke's shoulder, he turned out, and asked with concern before leaving. Xie Wanqing asked Zhang Ke to help him into the car, and sweat was almost oozing from his forehead. He was a little embarrassed in the face of the lies in his heart, but he had to continue.

Back at the Xiaojinhu Villa, the chef and another nanny sat downstairs watching TV in the living room downstairs, helping Zhang Ke help Xie Wanqing upstairs and let her lie on the bed in her room. The chef and the nanny went downstairs, Zhang Ke prepared the ice bag, sat on the bed, and helped Wanqing take off one of her socks, revealing her tender white and slender jade feet. The ankle was white and round, and there was almost no ankle bone. Zhang Ke asked her with a smile: "Will it smell bad? Do you want to wash your feet first?"

"What are you talking nonsense? How can my feet smell bad?" Wan Qing was beautiful and bright, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes drifted a little, and she was a little shy. At this moment, she was both mature and beautiful, and she was also like a shy girl, reminding Zhang Ke of the situation when she first met Wan Qing last summer. Wan Qing raised her foot and leaned into Zhang Ke's nose, and said with a smirk, "Why don't you smell it?" But Zhang Ke grabbed it with one hand, her body trembled slightly, calmed down, looked at the ice bag in Zhang Ke's hand, and asked timidly: "Is it too cold..."

Zhang Ke put down the ice pack and soaked the cold hands to touch Wanqing's soles. Wanqing caught a cold and couldn't help but shrink back, and shouted softly: "It's too cold, too cold, forget it, let's take a break and let it naturally be fine. If you can't walk tomorrow, you can't take a day off tomorrow..."

"Why do you help me rub it?" Zhang Ke grabbed Wan Qing's feet again, "You lie down."

Wanqing lay down with the flow, holding her hands behind her, wearing only her cashmere sweater, completely exposing her delicate and perfect figure. Zhang Ke was a little stunned, not yet so close to examine Wan Qing's perfect curves. Wan Qing felt a little embarrassed, turned around and lay on the bed, and covered her coat with her plump and bulging hips. Hearing Zhang Ke smacking her lips with regret, her body was a little hot, and she didn't have the courage to turn back and scold him. She felt that Zhang Ke's movement of rubbing her ankles was very careful and gentle, a very solid feeling, very light friction, numb and itchy. She had never experienced this feeling, and it was hard to describe it in words. Even so, Wan Qing was still insisting on the lie in her heart: It doesn't matter, she just sprained her ankle, and Zhang Ke should rub it.

** is a trap that becomes deeper and deeper the more you struggle, Wanqing felt a little confused, and she couldn't help but expect Zhang Ke's hands to go up, and her body became hot, but the shame that had never been extinguished was tying her reason, her feet were slightly shrank, trying to avoid the sank that made people fall.

"What's wrong, does it hurt a little?"

"No, I'm ticklish." Xie Wanqing turned around and wanted to pull her feet back, so she couldn't continue to sink like this.

"Will it still hurt?" Zhang Ke did not let go.

"It hurts a little, but it's much better." Wan Qing wanted to let Zhang Ke knead like this, but what's the point of kneading like this? But if you keep doing this, you will be unable to control your desire to ask for more.

What should I do? Wanqing's reason and ** are struggling.

"Why don't you rub your right foot? In the cinema, it seems that you are spraining your right foot."

"Ah!" Wan Qing was stunned, and forgot to retract her slender left foot. Did she rub her right foot in the cinema? By the way, he sat on his right hand in the cinema. Wan Qing covered her face with her hands and didn't have the courage to look at Zhang Ke again.

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