Street guy, what's wrong with having too many first-class merits?

Seeing the two men's behavior, Cui Jue wanted to stop them, but neither of them gave in and refused to give in.

Finally, Cui Jue watched them walk to an open space downstairs.

The wind in October was a little cold, but the two took off their shirts and put them aside.

Both of them took a standard military fighting posture and rushed towards each other, and Cui Jue stood not far away from them.

Whenever there was any situation between the two, Cui Jue would rush up to stop them in the first time.

Soon, the two attacked each other with one move after another. Yang Zhendong took the lead and made a standard eye-popping kick, but was cleverly resolved by Ding Peng.

"Old Yang, you are really playing, right?"

After that, he also used a monkey to steal peaches.

Yang Zhendong was caught off guard and was almost caught by Ding Peng. Judging from the strength of his hand, if he succeeded, it would be a complete failure.

Then there were "sweeping kick", "immortal pointing the way", "leaning kick", Cui Jue was terrified, and the moves of the two people can be said to be all about the three routes.

They were all aimed at each other.

In the end, it may be because Yang Zhendong was too busy with his work as the director of Chuncheng and lacked time to exercise, and Ding Peng often had to go to various places for inspection, so his physical fitness was better.

He directly knocked Yang Zhendong down with a leg trip, and Ding Peng didn't have much strength to lie next to Yang Zhendong.

Both of them were panting heavily: "How about it, Lao Yang, I am still better in the end."

Yang Zhendong, who was lying on the other side, still said unconvinced: "You wait for me to recover, I am just too tired today, I will come again tomorrow, and I will definitely knock you down."

After Yang Zhendong finished speaking, Ding Peng did not say anything else.

Just lying there, looking at the moon in the sky, suddenly the two of them laughed "haha".

Cui Jue saw the two of them like this, but did not disturb them, knowing that this was the way for their comrades to reminisce about the past.

After more than five minutes, perhaps because the ground was a little cold, and the breeze was blowing, the two of them could not stand it, so they prepared to get up.

However, it didn't matter if he moved, with a "click", Yang Zhendong held his waist with one hand and supported the ground with the other hand, but he couldn't get up.

Seeing his comrade-in-arms like this, Ding Peng laughed at him again.

"Haha, you are still showing off to me, now you have sprained your waist."

After saying that, he was about to get up and prepare to help Yang Zhendong up, but as soon as Ding Peng exerted force, there was another "click", and Ding Peng's face flushed and his waist sprained.

Cui Jue also discovered the situation of the two people. He walked up and asked about their situation. He learned that the two leaders had twisted their waists.

Cui Jue wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Finally, he helped the two people up and walked back to the office. Fortunately, Cui Jue had a good physique.

Otherwise, with the weight of the two people, plus the distance of the third floor, ordinary people really couldn't move them.

When they returned to the office, the two of them lay on the bed where Yang Zhendong was resting, one hand on the waist, and the other hand wiping the cold sweat on the forehead.

Even so, the two of them didn't give in to each other, and they were still insulting each other.

If Cui Jue hadn't been here, it is estimated that what they said would be even more unpleasant.

But now the two of them are more concerned about the fact that their waists are twisted now, and they can't get better for a while, so what should they do for tomorrow's work.

Thinking of this, the two of them looked at Cui Jue unconsciously.

Cui Jue saw the look in their eyes, as if he understood their thoughts, and he spoke directly.

"Well, leader, I know some Chinese medicine techniques, how about I help you press it, you try it."

After saying that, Cui Jue waited for the opinions of the two.

Seeing Cui Jue's professional attitude, Yang Zhendong thought about it, anyway, it's like this, why not let Cui Jue try it.

Struggling to open his shirt, revealing the lower back.

Cui Jue also knew that Yang Zhendong agreed to give it a try, first went to the side to wash his hands, and then rubbed them together desperately.

After both hands turned red and hot, Cui Jue pressed both hands on Yang Zhendong's lower back.

At first, Yang Zhendong didn't believe Cui Jue, and his body was tense, but with Cui Jue's massage technique, sometimes gentle, sometimes heavy.

Yang Zhendong gradually relaxed, and finally groaned, which stunned Ding Peng, who also sprained his waist.

He really wanted

Ask Yang Zhendong: "No, buddy, is it really that comfortable?"

But seeing Yang Zhendong's look, Ding Peng already had the answer.

Finally, while pressing, Yang Zhendong snored without knowing when.

After a set of massage movements, Cui Jue also took a break.

This massage technique is also included in the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, but this is Cui Jue's first time to use it. After all, it has not been long since he acquired this skill.

Seeing Yang Zhendong sleeping more and more soundly, Ding Peng also decided to let Cui Jue press it.

As Cui Jue started, Ding Peng also felt the feeling from his waist.

Very comfortable, a warm feeling came from the lower back.

Finally, I don't know when, Ding Peng also fell asleep. Seeing the two sleeping soundly, Cui Jue didn't feel embarrassed to call them.

Anyway, the bed in Yang Zhendong's office is big enough, and the two were comrades in arms before, so let them relive the feeling before.

Cui Jue turned off all the lights in the room, carefully closed the door and walked out.