Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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As soon as San Fat murmured, he picked up a drinking glass and sipped. He was almost sprayed out because of Nan Heng's words, and even coughed several times, his face full of fat turned red.

Ten or ten servings?

He's a fat man and he can't eat so much.

It was a moment to learn the feeling of being "carefully taken care of" by the boss suddenly. Three fat pouting silently, this time it was a fart to dare not let it go.

But the main problem has nothing to do with this steak and pork bone rice?

Isn't it important that the boss is sitting next to Feng Ling now?

Feng Ling pushed the meal in front of him: "No need, I can't eat these. The extra four are for three fat."

San Fat quickly shook his head and waved his hands, looking at Nanheng for help.

Nan Heng didn't look at him and didn't say that she wasn't allowed to give these meals to others. She just said lightly: "At will, you can train for five hours after you return to the base at night, as long as you make sure you are full."

Five hours?

Feng Ling's eyes flashed, and the three fat and sitting people no longer envied the boss to take care of him, and looked at him with sympathy.

Is the physical training at XI base just like the devil training? An hour can go to half life, these five hours of physical training ...

The boss is afraid that Feng Ling will not see the 14-year-old sun.

Feng Ling turned her eyes to the man next to her who could almost judge her.

Nanheng glanced at him meaningfully. The black jacket on his body was worn casually at this moment. Inside was a black T-shirt, which outlined the outline of the man's clear and perfect figure. At close range, the pure hormonal breath of a man almost covers up the excess air around Feng Ling. More importantly, there is a slight danger in the eyes of the man, as if to remind him that even if he wants to leave the XI base Years, but it will take the day after tomorrow, at least two more nights torture her.

When Feng Ling froze his lips silently, the man suddenly threw a pair of chopsticks.

"eat."

"..."

"At least two bowls, otherwise I ’m hungry and faint during training at night. I don't care about you, you should continue to practice."

"..."

Does he like tossing people like that? Or did she look at her alone?

Feng Ling picked up the chopsticks and started to chop the rice. After eating one, he looked at the steak next to him and couldn't eat it.

At this moment, San Fat suddenly interjected: "Steak is a good thing to build muscle. Xiaofeng Ling, look at you. Not only is it thin, you don't even have a muscle on your body. You showed two when we were training last time. Arms, thin and white like a little girl, eat more and it's good for you! "

Feng Ling suddenly raised his eyes and sternly shot three fat.

Three fats continued to gloat, but the results were not over yet, and the waiter who had just gone out now brought ten steaks and very pork bone rice and came in.

As soon as he saw what they brought in, San Fat only glanced at it, and instantly made a loud noise, his eyes straightened.

Feng Ling cut the steak slowly and stuffed it into his mouth, and smiled at the stunned three-chubby fat, and gave him a sentence: "Make all the fat on your body into muscles early, eat more, treat you Good. "

Three fat: "........." lying in a big slot, this **** will be dead if all the food is done!

He just ridiculed Feng Ling a few words, the boss actually wanted to kill him in such a despicable way.

Everyone is a man, why is such a difference? !! !!

...

At night, everyone returned to the base.

Today, it ’s rare that you do n’t need training at night. After eating and drinking, you go back to the bath and rest.

Feng Ling was more than nine o'clock in the middle of the night and was taken out of her residence by Nan Heng like a cat. She took her directly to the training ground.

Feng Ling ate two meals each of the rice and the steak, which was uncomfortable. Suddenly he was taken here, and Feng Ling, who did not like to show his emotions, had obvious ugliness on his face.

"Boss, the upset in my stomach can't let me lie down for a while?"

As a result, she hadn't finished speaking, Nan Heng pushed her person to the single pole directly, and then dragged her collar indifferently, and put her on the horizontal bar.

Feng Ling had to seize both sides of the single shot to stabilize her figure, and looked at him inexplicably, but the man looked at her clearly uncomfortable look. Not only did he not have the slightest sympathy, he looked disgusted Says: "Isn't it better to use exercise to speed up digestion? You go back to bed and lie on your stomach, are you going to get up and spit up tomorrow morning because of food accumulation?"

"It's so serious?" Feng Ling had a good diet from a young age.

Nanheng said, "Hey," "Give you the opportunity to strengthen your physical training. Isn't it for appreciation?"

Appreciate?

First, she deliberately made her become this virtue, and then threw her out on the horizontal bar to force her to digest the food in her stomach. In such a situation, whoever took it with him would not take it.

However, Feng Ling was still staring at Nanning for three hours of physical training on the training ground. Finally, when he did 97 push-ups, he couldn't get up. He just lay on the ground so weak. The whole person became a dead body, motionless.

Nan Heng came over, raised her foot and kicked her leg: "Continue, there are still three."

"Boss, it's been three hours." Feng Ling lay flat on the ground, closed her eyes and said, "I owe three today, and I'll make up thirty next time."

The man heard her, sneered lowly, narrowed his eyes and sneered at him: "Aren't you vowing to give me an over-the-shoulder fall? The last three push-ups couldn't hold on, just your skill, don't It was said to have fallen off the shoulder, that is, I really went out to do the task in the future, and before I met the enemy, I lost to my own physical strength. "

Feng Ling frowned. Even though the man's black leather boots were stepping on her back in a persecution manner, she still gritted her teeth, carrying her already weak body and the weight on her back. He braced his arm little by little, sweat dripped from his forehead, and said lowly in his mouth, "Ninety-eight."

Nan Hengdan looked at her, with her feet still on her back. Until the little cat who temporarily had no strength to stretch her paws counted to one hundred, she retracted her feet and turned and pointed with her chin. Diaphragm training equipment in the distance: "Go up and stretch your limbs for half an hour."

Feng Ling couldn't lie on the ground again this time, only glanced at the sweat dripping from his forehead, and climbed up little by little, first froze, then turned to look at the black one. The man who looked cold and calm, stabilized his body, and walked over.