Chapter 439 [A Week of Purgatory]

Lina, who was looking after her children at home, saw that Belsinger was in so much pain, and she helped Belsinger massage the painful joints with concern, complaining at the same time. "Brother Bell, why are you bothering? Skiing is a pleasure, and the most important thing is to be happy. Look what you have done to yourself."

Belsinger hummed comfortably, looking at Lina's concerned eyes, he couldn't help but said with a wry smile. "This is the pain of a man. You can't fail in front of your own woman. In that case, I, the head of the family, will have no face left."

Lina understood as soon as she heard this. Belsinger wanted to save face and suffer. Besides, what's the big deal about showing your weak side with your wife. Should? You should be allowed to lie down, even though she said that, Lina still felt extremely distressed when she saw how disgusted she was.

Although it was tiring to massage Belsinger's fat body, and his forehead was sweating within ten minutes, Belsinger recovered quickly. Half an hour later, he stood up easily, returned to the room, put on a set of casual clothes at home, sat in the living room, put his feet on the coffee table, drank tea and chatted with a few women.

After dinner, Singh soaked in the inflatable bathtub for a full 40 minutes, letting the water flow relieve the lactic acid accumulated in his joints, and then he finished the bath with ease. After lying on the bed for a while, Natalie walked in wearing pajamas. Belzinger smiled first, sat next to her, touched Belzinger's stubbled cheek and said with a smile.

"Sister Lina just told us that we advise you to stop risking your life in skiing. It's not like you are an athlete, it's just fun. Why are you working so hard?"

Bersinger still doesn't believe this evil. Everyone can play it, but I can't ski. I'm not dumber than others, am I just a little fatter? There are many fat people who have become ski masters, am I the only one missing? From now on, my father and skiing are at odds with each other.

Belsinger didn't say anything, just hummed, and quickly urged Natalie to take a shower, and then lay on the bed and have sex. The next day I got up early and went to the greenhouse garden. I ran around and fed the pair of black swans and some small birds. Then I returned to the castle for dinner, and then the family went straight to the ski resort.

The person skiing changed today, and it was Lina who left the chubby girl Pujila at home to take care of the children. But what made Belsinger collapse was that all women are born ski masters. Lina, who had just started skiing, learned very quickly. She quickly learned to turn and glide at high speeds, and then she still had to work hard on the straights when braking. Everyone had already taken turns, so why was the gap so big?

If there is a gap, we will rush up. If we can't do it in one day, if we can't do it in two days, or in five days and a week, Belsinger will come home every day and scream like he is being executed. Several women took turns massaging her, and after half an hour she was able to stand up. She went back to the house to change clothes, but you really didn't work so hard. Belsinger had learned to turn, but due to his excessive weight, the radius of the turn was a bit large, and he fell headlong into the snowdrift.

But at least he could glide around corners. Belsinger was very happy, but his body was bruised and bruised, and the pain was unbearable, so he finally decided to rest for two days. In fact, a big reason why Bellsinger was able to make such great progress in one week is because of Bell's character. He changed coaches and changed to a male coach. He is a typical Germanic guy. He is 1.9 meters tall and is stronger than himself. .

But I am a very agile skier, and I have won medals in European ski competitions. We are all men, although our weights vary greatly. But where is the area? I know what kind of skiing skills a heavy man should master. If you teach this skill to Belsinger, you can’t say it is very effective.

Jean Belsinger's skiing skills progressed very quickly, and he was soon able to transition directly from beginner slopes to 20-degree steep slopes and start practicing curve skiing. Of course, falling is inevitable, but the progress has been huge, which makes Belsinger very happy, and his enthusiasm for skiing has further increased. As the saying goes, the stupid bird flies first. If the technique is not good, you can make up for it with practice time.

Belsinger practiced skiing while others were taking a break, and while others stood aside chatting, Belsinger was still practicing skiing. This kind of persistent energy moved the male coaches that Belsinger changed, and they helped Belsinger standardize his movements and teach skiing skills, which made great progress. But it was really hard to spend so much energy every day for a week, skiing all the time. Within a few days, Belsinger lost a full ten kilograms.

He keeps yelling that he is not allowed to lose weight and eat and drink heavily every day, but the amount of exercise is there. The continuous high-calorie food turns into energy and is consumed during skiing. Even these energy intakes are not enough, and in the end there is no way to burn body fat. You can lose weight even if you don't want to. The fatness or thinness of the human body does not depend on your will. Otherwise, there would be no fat people in the world.

This week for Belsinger can be said to be an inhuman torture, with great gains, a lot of fun, and a lot of physical pain. After losing a lot of weight, Belsinger saw that the situation was not good and immediately chose to rest for two days. Belsinger chose to rest, but Lina and Natalie's interest in skiing further increased.

Anyway, Bell Singer, the father at home, was very good at watching the child at home, and the two girls had fun. However, I did not expect that Praiger's fat girl saw Belsinger chose to rest. It was very gentle. The thoughtful stood as Berxg in the same trenches and helped Belle Singer to take care of the children.

Coupled with his own Tagore, he made adults worry, save effort, sleep when he was full, and woke up when he woke up. Only when you dirty your little fart, you will cry with two throats. Taking care of your child is a kind of torture for other parents. However, in Berxgg's view, it is very easy to complete a thing. Dad's responsibility.

At noon, I just fed the young master of Tagore. After lunch, I drank a little wine Berxgg to let the people who accompanied him with the flesh of Brook, and a lounge chair and a parasol was arranged by the pond in the greenhouse garden. Enjoy the tropical style, wearing flower pants, drinking coconut juice with a small parasol, and a sunglasses on the glasses, admiring the pair of black swans in the small pond.

Rarely leisurely, the slow Belsinger felt that his eyelids were not sinking, and he fell asleep for a while. At this time, Praiger came to the greenhouse garden and saw Belsinger lying on the lounge chair to sleep, and his saliva flowed down, smiling. Then it turned out to be very shy when I remembered what smile. Seeing that the man who was standing behind Belsinger, Roszbrok waved his hand and told him.

"Brook, don't wait for you here, remember to close the door of the greenhouse garden, don't let others come in."

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