Chapter 3010： Is this mouth smeared with poison? (26)

Chapter 3010 Is this mouth smeared with poison, right? (26)

"You are a leader, but not a human being. What do you mean by trust between people?"

After finishing talking, Su Qiao stopped paying attention to it and started to concentrate on running.

During   , she kept seeing her from a certain direction, but she didn’t see it at all.

Twenty minutes later, she stopped running and began to exercise her shoulder, arm and back strength.

When Su Qiao was fifth, a very strong man coach came over.

As a result, when his hand was about to press Su Qiao's shoulder blades to help her correct her posture, a white and slender hand was already stretched out.

The coach glanced at him, nodded slightly, and left quickly.

Su Qiao stopped, glanced suspiciously at the fitness trainer who had left, and then looked up at the man.

Cen Mohan did not say anything else, but directly instructed her: "Straighten your back. Use this force instead of the waist. This will easily strain the muscles of the waist, especially those who are new to fitness. Pay more attention."

"Oh."

Su Qiao is not too enthusiastic, but the actions are more standardized than before.

Actually, with her current physical fitness, her waist strength is very strong, so she didn’t care about it, she just focused on exercise and stretching.

Cen Mohan watched her make a group, then turned and left.

He is not a person without vision.

The girl in front of her didn't seem to welcome herself.

But, he doesn’t seem to offend her, right?

Cen Mohan turned his head and glanced silently, and touched his face.

His face...is it so unrecognizable?

She doesn't even remember herself.

Somehow, Cen Mohan was a little depressed.

It's difficult, what is he showing?

It seems that it is really difficult to be a good person.

When Cen Mohan was depressed, Su Qiao had already finished stretching, went to the front desk to check in, got his gloves, and was going to practice boxing on a boxing ring in the corner.

To be honest, most of the boxers who practice boxing are men with strong builds, and a few women are also tall and muscular.

Su Qiao, the little girl who is not tall, slender, and white and tender, wearing boxing gloves, really surprised the person next to her.

Cen Mohan, who had been paying attention to her secretly, twisted his eyebrows and walked over.

"You...play boxing?"

"Why, doesn't it look like?"

Su Qiao raised his fists and shook his neck, ready to start.

Cen Mohan stretched out her hand to block her, and kindly persuaded: "Your muscles are soft, it is best to exercise for a period of time, and wait until a certain degree of toughness before you practice boxing."

Boxing is another sport, which is very easy to get injured. Cen Mohan does not want her to hurt herself because of her recklessness.

Su Qiao was speechless.

Her muscles are soft?

Have he touched it? Tested?

dare to talk nonsense.

She has a small skeleton and white skin, so she looks only loose.

"Hehe, people can look good, this sentence is for you."

Su Qiao directly pushed him away and walked straight to the sandbag.

Cen Mohan picked up his gloves from the shelf beside him, and walked quickly over: "Then I want to see the power of this sentence, okay?"

If she can really do it, then he has the right to be his own training partner, if not, try to protect her not to hurt her.

In fact, even Cen Mohan doesn’t know why he misses a woman who is about to marry and enters the marriage palace, and he is always worried that she will be hurt.

Three days ago, when he came here, he happened to see her leave.

Even though she changed her hair style and dress very simple and generous, and her lovely and sweet breath has been replaced by the cold breath all over her body, he still saw her at a glance.

(End of this chapter)