Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Big Shot
Chapter 3047

This Mouth Must Have Been Smeared with Poison, Huh? (64)

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Let's just say that even without her, they could still live a miserable life.

444 scratched his chin: [Do you think there is something fishy here?]

[But I checked again and again, and couldn't find anything unusual. It looked like an accidental traffic accident.]

"If you have nothing to do, go make money."

What's there to check?

Is it important whether there is something fishy?

Xiaosi: "..." There is no humanity in the opposite sex, so she only knows how to protect her man.

Su Qiao changed into a white shirt and light-colored straight jeans, combed his hair, and walked slowly to the next door, ready to enjoy a free Chinese meal.

"Let's go to the gym together later?"

After the meal, Cen Mohan handed a plate of fruits that had been cut earlier to Su Qiao, extending the invitation very naturally.

"Do you exercise so frequently? How many times a week do you go?" Why does it feel like he goes every day?

If you work out so hard, no wonder you are in good shape.

"I exercise every day. When I'm tired, I fall asleep easily."

In the past, he didn't want to sleep, but later, he started to have insomnia and it was difficult to fall asleep again.

"What about you?"

Su Qiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, using a small silver fork to fork a piece of diced fruit into his mouth, "I want to exercise my muscles, so I have been more diligent recently."

"Girls look good if they have some muscles. They can also defend themselves and are not easily bullied outside."

Cen Mohan When I was abroad, I saw many girls obsessed with fitness, and I quite agree with this point of view.

Although, he thinks that she is small and chubby and looks good.

But he respects her hobbies.

"That's the truth."

These words are pleasing to the eye, unlike that man Wang Zhiyao who always emphasizes that girls should be soft and weak.

"I'll go back and clean up. I'll call you when I leave."

She couldn't pick up her car yet, so she could only rub his car for the time being.

"Okay."

*

At about three o'clock, the two came to the gym together.

Su Qiao went to the lounge, changed clothes, and came out with a towel.

Cen Mohan had changed his clothes earlier and was talking to the person at the front desk. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes suddenly fell on her waist.

The last two times when Su Qiao was working out, she wore long vests. Today she suddenly changed into a black midriff-baring short vest. In addition, today's pants are relatively low-waisted, revealing her white and slender waist.

Cen Mohan turned around and looked around, then quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her, blocking the surrounding sight.

Most of the people who come to exercise are men, and there are all kinds of people.

Some people come to such high-end gyms not just for fitness, but also for other purposes.

Su Qiao was a little confused. "What's wrong?"

Cen Mohan pointed upstairs. "I have a separate training room upstairs. The facilities are better than here. You can train all the muscles in your body. Do you want to take a look?"

"Okay." Su Qiao didn't notice the faintly cold gaze he cast around.

Before Su Qiao knew it, Cen Mohan had already taken the relationship between the two one step further.

From that day on, they would often go to each other's homes to cook and eat together, and then go to the gym together, of course, to the personal training room upstairs.

*

On the other side, just as 444 expected, Father Wang Mother Wang, in order to compensate, had no choice but to sell the current house to an agency at a low price, pay the money to the family, and find a rental house to live in as a family.

The whole family was supported by Father Wang's salary, and the quality of life plummeted, hitting rock bottom.

Wang Zhiyao couldn't find Su Qiao, and the pressure from home suddenly fell on his shoulders. Wang Zhiyao became even more depressed.

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