Chapter 3009 Is This Mouth Covered with Poison? (26)

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

After that, Su Qiao ignored it and started to concentrate on running.

During this period, there were eyes swept over from a certain direction, but she didn't see it at all.

Twenty minutes later, she stopped running and started working on her shoulders, arms and back.

When Su Qiao reached the fifth, a coach with a very strong man came over.

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

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

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

Cen Mohan didn't say anything else, but directly instructed her: "Keep your back straight, use here to exert force, don't use your waist, it's easy to strain your waist muscles, especially those who are new to fitness, pay more attention."

"Oh."

Su Qiao was not too enthusiastic, but her actions were more standardized than before.

In fact, with her current physical fitness, her waist is very strong, so she didn't care about it and only focused on exercising and stretching.

After Cen Mohan watched her do a set, he turned and left.

He is not blind.

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

However, he didn't seem to have offended her, did he?

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

His face... is it so unrecognizable?

She didn't even remember herself.

For some reason, Cen Mohan was a little depressed.

Could it be, what did he show?

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

When Cen Mohan was depressed, Su Qiao had finished stretching, went to the front desk to register, got his gloves, and was about to go to a boxing ring in the corner to practice boxing.

To be honest, most of the boxing practitioners are strong men, and a few women are tall and muscular.

Su Qiao is not tall, slender, white and tender girl, wearing gloves, really startled the people next to her.

Cen Mohan, who had been watching her secretly, frowned and walked over.

"You...play boxing?"

"Why, it's not like?"

Su Qiao pressed her fists against each other and shook her neck, ready to start.

Cen Mohan stretched out his hand to block her, and persuaded kindly: "You have soft muscles, it is best to exercise for a while first, and then practice boxing after a certain level of tenacity."

Boxing is another sport, and it is very easy to get hurt. Cen Mohan doesn't want her to hurt herself because of her recklessness.

Su Qiao was speechless.

Does she have soft muscles?

Has he touched it? Tested?

Dare to talk nonsense.

She has a small skeleton and white skin, so she looks just fleshy.

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

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

Cen Mohan picked up his gloves from the shelf next to him, and walked over quickly: "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 sparring partner. If she can't do it, he will try his best to protect her from getting hurt.

In fact, even Cen Mohan didn't know why he was obsessed with a woman who was about to marry someone and entered the marriage hall, and was always worried that she would be hurt.

Three days ago, when he came here, he just saw her leave.

Although she changed her hairstyle and dressed very simply and generously, her cute and sweet breath had been replaced by a cold breath, but he still saw her at a glance.