Ye Yuxi put his hands on Wen Zhengrong's thigh, but his fart was still hanging above him, and he didn't touch his thigh: "well, I may be a little heavy. If you just sit up like this, will you..."

Ye Yuxi's face turned red before she finished her words. She is small, less than 1.6 meters, but she has a weight of nearly 100.

Usually I don't feel much at home. Now I feel regret when I meet something. I didn't know how to eat less and lose weight before. Now it's better. I'm dead!

When Wen Zhengrong heard her say this, she almost couldn't help laughing: "it's OK. Just sit up and I can hold it."

Wen Zhengrong does exercises every day. Thirty sit ups are not difficult for him.

What's really difficult is to sit up in a person's position on the thigh. The support point is all on the waist. When you stand up straight, it's especially easy to face the other person's face. If you don't pay attention to it, you can kiss the other person's lips a little bit forward.

Ye Yuxi looks at the handsome face only a few centimeters away from him, and the temperature on his face rises uncontrollably.

Wen Zhengrong should be considered as a mixed race, but his foreign blood only inherited one eighth, and the rest are basically native to Z country. Therefore, his facial features are still more inclined to Z people, but compared with the general Z people, he is a bit deeper and belongs to the standard international face.

Especially the eyes, quiet as a vast sea, when his eyes reflect your figure, basically no one can resist its temptation, willing to live for him and die for him.

For the first time in such a close contact with a man, and this man is worthy of the male god in countless women's hearts, ye Yuxi is inevitably stunned.

After finishing the required 30 sit ups simply and neatly, Wen Zhengrong put his hands behind him to relax. As soon as he looked up, he saw Ye Yuxi staring at his face.

Eyebrow slightly pick, bad heart eyes closer, with only two people can hear the voice teased Ye Yuxi A: "look at me can kiss up."

Ye Yuxi was startled and quickly stood up from Wen Zhengrong's thigh. The temperature on his face could be used to boil eggs.

Seeing this, Wen Zhengrong smiles, stands up, pats his wrinkled clothes, turns his head and looks at Mo Rufeng: "is that ok

Mo Rufeng saw the interaction between the two people in his eyes. His eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "congratulations on the completion of the failure punishment. Now, we can go to breakfast."

As soon as Mo Rufeng's words came out, several people responded with great enthusiasm to his breakfast. As expected, what they got by relying on their own efforts was always very expectant.

Mo Rufeng is right in saying that the breakfast prepared for them by the program team is rich enough. Even Wen Zhengrong, the last one, gets some special snacks such as steamed dumplings and shrimp porridge, not to mention the first one. The table is full. I don't know what kind of luxury food they are eating!

As special guests, Mo Rufeng and his wife also have their own breakfast.

It's just that they occasionally exchange opinions with each other when compared with the other tables. It's a greasy and crooked table for the two of them.

As soon as the camera scans, we can see that there are two plates in front of Xia Zhi. One plate is used to hold the vegetables she brought in, and the other plate is used to hold the green pepper and celery that she jumped out of these vegetables.