Chapter 874

Qin Shu didn't do physical training. Maybe he had physical training experience when he was learning martial arts in Qishan.

It's just that she forgot.

But now, she really feels that physical fitness is very, very exhausting.

If it was not for her high force value and good flexibility, she would really be unable to bear to cooperate with men in physical training.

She sometimes thought, isn't he worth only bronze?

Where does this super physical strength come from?

"I didn't work hard enough to distract my wife."

Looking at the man's deep eyes, there is a faint flash of fire, but also let her inexplicably feel leg soft.

Qin Shu half dream half awake, ear can always hear a low voice, "like this?"

"Or so?"

…

"Um ～"

Qin Shu only felt that his chest was pressed by something and his breath was not smooth. He opened his eyes helplessly and put on a pair of black and shiny eyes, like two black pearls.

The master with black pearl eyes stretched out his lotus like arm around her neck and called her "numb."

As soon as he opened his eyes, Qin Shu held his son in his arms with a smile, "little wine, how did you come?"

Don't guess, it must have been waking up, the lemon was not around, and he crawled out of the crib and walked over.

The crib is not high, plus the small wine hand grip is very strong, even if holding the crib for half an hour, you can.

This is why Fu Tingyu said he wanted to train him. Xiaojiu is a kind of material that can be made.

All of these were seen from the surveillance. When he saw it with his father, he was very surprised.

Children's memory is very powerful, as long as once came to the master bedroom, you will know.

When Xiaojiu was smiling, her good-looking eyebrows and eyes were bent: "numb, air window ～"

window?

Qin Shu thought for a while and asked him, "Xiaojiu wants to make mom get up, right?"

Xiaojiu nodded with a smile, "Qi Although Qin Shu still wanted to sleep for a while, seeing that her son wanted her to get up, he readily agreed.

"Mom, get up now."

As soon as Qin Shu's voice fell, a slender figure came to the bedside and lifted the small glutinous rice balls on her body.

Suddenly, she lifted it from her mother's arms. Xiaojiu waved her little hand in displeasure, and cried to Qin Shu: "Ma Ma, hold ~"

Qin Shu looked at the man holding his son's back collar, and said with a smile, "Xiaojiu is very powerful now, and he can climb the bed very well. In terms of speaking, his pronunciation is closer to the correct pronunciation."

"Just can't get used to him." Fu Tingyu felt that his son was used to running to the master bedroom. If one day he happened to kiss me with his wife, he suddenly came, and he was a troublemaker.

"Your mother needs a rest, you go out and play by yourself," he said grimly

Qin Shu saw that he was going to carry his son and immediately lifted the quilt. "I've had enough sleep. I'm going to get up."

The man looks down at her, the line of sight swept a circle on her body, the eye color is dark a few minutes, throat also follows a tight.

Qin Shu also later found a wonderful thing, she looked down at her face a little red, and then black down.

What's on here?

Found his wife angry, the man difficult to take back the line of sight, "I send wine out."

With that, he strode out with his son.

Then the door closed.

In the bathroom, Qin Shu looked at himself in the mirror, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his hair tail curled slightly on his shoulder, which made him a little playful.

Wearing a chiffon sling, pure white.

Through.

It's very thorough.

When did she wear this dress?

You don't have to guess. You know who dressed her.

Fu Tingyu came to the living room from the second floor with his son.

The little wine, which had been carrying the goods, looked at Fu Tingyu discontentedly. His lotus like arms were like rowing boats, "Baba, down, nest to go down ～"

when the night fell, he came to see the young master holding the master's hand and was sweating for him in his heart.

Ba always follows after the night falls, sees the small wine, also can't help but for it, "meow ~" seeks many blessings for oneself!

Fu Tingyu directly handed the wine to yeluo: "take him to exercise his arm strength, practice for half an hour, and then let Yeqing call to read."

"Yes, fourth master." The night falls and embraces the wine.

Lemon quickly came out of the young master's room, with the milk powder just washed in her hand. When she saw several people in the living room, she ran downstairs.

When she ran to the master's side, she spoke cautiously: "the young master has not yet drunk milk powder."

"Then drink milk powder first, and then exercise." Fu Tingyu took a look at his son, then turned and strode up the second floor.Small wine Du mouth, is obviously dissatisfied with Fu Tingyu so to him.

Lemon handed the bottle to the wine, but he didn't forget to say a good word for the master: "young master, although the fourth master is more strict, he is for your good."

Small wine holding a bottle to drink milk powder, a pair of dark eyes, one eye has been up the stairs of Fu Tingyu, hate biting nipple.

After drinking milk powder, he went to the training room with him at night.

Mr. BA was there with him.

Xiaojiu is young, and yeluo knows that he has a good grasp, so he is still asked to practice this first.

The 1.5-meter-high horizontal bar is specially made for small wine.

After all, the horizontal bar is thin, which makes the wine easy to grasp.

At this time, on the horizontal bar, small wine hands dead grasp the horizontal bar on the top of the head, not to let go is out of instinct desire for survival.

Because he knew that as long as he let go, he would fall down, and then he would fall to his buttocks, which would be very painful.

"Meow" Ba always jumps and jumps on one side, as if he is cheering for him.

Night fall did not guard on the edge, because of the sponge mat under the small wine, even if it fell down, it would not hurt very much.

He stood in front of the sandbag and began to hit the sofa bag.

If he has a tendency of violence, he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't wave his fist one day, he will suffer if he doesn't sweat, and if he doesn't beat people, he always feels something less.

So it became his habit to practice sandbags every day.

Mr. Ba is used to it. Sometimes he will jump up and slap the sofa twice to feel the pleasure of beating people.

Xiaojiu is not a child who loves to cry and make trouble. If no one saves him from the horizontal bar, he will hold on to it.

But soon, he was attracted by hitting the sofa and the low roar from time to time. His small head tilted hard and looked curiously at the night falling. He was fascinated by the things in front of him.

"Pa"

"ha..."

In the quiet training room, the sound of boxing and low roar can never be heard.

Time flies, half an hour passes quickly.

The night falls to calculate the time, stops the movement on the hand, turns to come to the small wine in front of, saves him from the horizontal bar.

Usually, small wine will sit on the ground to play for a while.

Today, he was staring at the sandbag that had been punching and kicking in the night.

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