Chapter 874 She Expressed Anger for the Good Things the Man Did

Qin Shu has never done any kind of physical training. Maybe he had physical training experience when he studied martial arts in Qishan.

It's just that she forgot.

But now, she has definitely felt that physical energy is very, very exhausting.

If it weren't for her high force value and good physical flexibility, she would really not be able to cooperate with men in physical training.

She sometimes thinks, isn't he only bronze in force?

Where does this super strength come from?

"It's because I didn't work hard enough to make my wife distracted."

Looking at the man's deep eyes, there was a faint fire flickering, which also made her legs feel weak for some reason.

When Qin Shu was half asleep, he could always hear a deep voice in his ears, "Do you like this?"

"Is that still the case?"

…

"Hmm~"

Qin Shu only felt that something was pressing on his chest, and his breathing was a little difficult. In desperation, he opened his eyes and met a pair of dark and bright eyes, like two black pearls.

The master with black pearl-like eyes stretched out his lotus-like arm around her neck, and called her in a milky voice: "Mama."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his son, Qin Shu smiled and took him into his arms, "Xiaojiu, why are you here?"

No need to guess, it must have woken up, and Lemon was not around, so he crawled out of the crib by himself, and then walked over by himself.

The crib is not high, and the small wine has a strong grip, even if you hold the crib and hang it for half an hour, you can.

This is also the reason why Fu Tingyu said that he needs to train him. He has a good name. Xiaojiu is a material that can be made.

These are all seen from the surveillance, and when I saw it with his father at the time, we were also very surprised.

Children's memory is very powerful, as long as you have come to the master bedroom once, you will know that you are here.

When Xiao Jiu smiled, her beautiful eyebrows curved: "Mama, transom~"

transom?

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

Xiaojiu smiled and nodded, "Qi...open the window~"

Although Qin Shu wanted to sleep for a while, seeing that his son wanted her to get up, he readily agreed.

"Mom get up now."

As soon as Qin Shu finished speaking, a slender figure walked to the bedside and lifted the small glutinous rice dumplings on her body.

Suddenly he was lifted from his mother's arms, Xiaojiu waved his little hand unhappily, and shouted to Qin Shu in a milky voice, "Mama, hug~"

Qin Shu looked at the man who was carrying his son's collar, and said with a smile, "Xiaojiu is very good now, and he is also good at climbing the bed. In terms of speaking, his pronunciation is getting closer and 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, and he suddenly came, it would be a troublemaker.

He said with a straight face: "Your mother needs a rest, you go out to play by yourself."

Seeing that he was going to carry his son away, Qin Shu immediately lifted the quilt, "I've slept enough, and I'm about to get up."

The man looked down at her, his eyes swept around her, his eyes darkened a bit, and his throat tightened.

Qin Shu also discovered something incredible later, she looked down at herself, her face turned a little red, and then it turned black again.

What is this wearing?

Realizing that his wife was angry, the man withdrew his gaze with difficulty, "I'll send the little wine out."

After speaking, he took his son and strode out.

The door closed immediately.

in the bathroom

Qin Shu looked at himself in the mirror, his jet-black hair poured down like a waterfall, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled and scattered on his shoulders, looking a little playful.

Wearing a chiffon suspender, pure white.

through.

Very transparent.

When did she wear this dress?

You don't have to guess to know who is wearing it for her.

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

The small wine that has been carrying the goods, looked at Fu Tingyu dissatisfied, and the two lotus root-like arms were like rowing a boat, "Baba, go down, the nest is going to go down~~"

Ye Luo came over at this time, saw the young master holding the master's hand, and sweated for him in his heart.

President Ba followed Ye Hou, and when he saw Xiaojiu, he couldn't help it, "Meow~" I ask for more happiness!

Fu Tingyu directly handed Xiaojiu to Ye Luo: "Take him to exercise his arm strength for half an hour, and then let Ye Qing call him to read."

"Yes, Fourth Master." Ye Luo hugged Xiao Jiu.

Lemon hurriedly came out of the young master's room, holding the freshly prepared milk powder in her hand, and when she saw a few people in the living room, she ran downstairs.

When she ran to the master, she said cautiously, "Young master hasn't had milk powder yet."

"Then drink milk powder first, then exercise." Fu Tingyu glanced at his son, then turned around and strode up to the second floor.

Xiaojiu pouted, obviously dissatisfied with Fu Tingyu treating him like this.

Lemon handed the bottle to Xiaojiu, and did not forget to say good things for the master: "Little Master, although the fourth master is stricter, he is for your own good."

Xiaojiu drank milk powder with a bottle in his arms, his dark eyes glanced at Fu Tingyu, who had already gone up the stairs, and bit his pacifier bitterly.

After drinking the milk powder, Ye Luo took him to the practice room.

President Ba was by the side.

Xiaojiu was young, and Ye Luo knew that his grip was very strong, so he still let him practice this first.

The one-meter-five-high horizontal bar is specially customized for small wines.

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

At this time, on the horizontal bar, Xiaojiu firmly grasped the horizontal bar above his head with both hands, not letting go is out of his instinct to survive.

Because he knew that as soon as he let go, he would fall, and then he would fall to his butt, which would hurt.

"Meow" Ba always jumped and jumped aside, as if cheering for him.

Ye Luo didn't stand by the side, because there was a sponge pad under the little wine, so even if it fell, it wouldn't hurt too much.

He stood in front of the sandbag and started playing the sofa bag.

With a tendency to violence, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't raise his fist for a day, would feel uncomfortable if he didn't sweat for a day, and if he didn't beat someone for a day, he always felt that something was missing.

So practicing sandbags every day has become his habit.

President Ba was also used to it, and sometimes he would jump up and "smack" on the sofa twice to feel the thrill of beating someone.

Xiaojiu is not a child who loves to cry and make trouble. No one rescues him from the horizontal bar, so he holds onto it tightly.

But he was quickly attracted by the couch and the low roar from time to time, his little head tilted over with difficulty, and curiously watched Ye Luo desperately hit the things in front of him, and he was fascinated for a while.

"Clap"

"what…"

In the quiet training room, the sound of boxing and roaring could be heard endlessly.

Time flies so fast, half an hour passed quickly.

Ye Luo calculated the time, stopped the movements in his hands, turned around and came to Xiao Jiu, and rescued him from the horizontal bar.

Usually, Xiaojiu will sit on the ground and play for a while.

Today, he was fascinated by the sandbag that Ye Luo was punching and kicking just now.