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#67 All wet

After the voyage, everything went smoothly, and no danger was encountered.

    After coming out of the airport, the Song Yi people went directly back to school. For the next few days, the lab and MSRA ran almost every day until the weekend.

    On Saturday morning, Song Yiren received a call from Gong Lingye: "Nuan Nuan, I let Amian go to pick you up, and he will come to your school in 20 minutes."

    Song Yiren knew that she had to go if she didn't want to go, so she could only change her clothes and went to the school gate after eating breakfast.

    A Mian has arrived. He helped the Song Yi people to open the back seat doors. The tone is very light: "The emperor asked me to send you to the fitness center, he will arrive later."

    "Fitness Center?" Song Yiren remembered that Gong Lingye had said that she was too weak and wanted to take her to exercise. It seems that he came really.

    "Well." Amian wore sunglasses. The wheat-colored skin seemed to be gold-plated in the morning sunlight. His jaw line was tight, and he looked like a stranger. He obviously didn't like to talk to Song Yi.

    But, ten minutes later, he suddenly said: "Yesterday, Miss Gu ’s 23rd birthday, Emperor Shao accompanied her very late, delayed a lot of work, and may be late in the fitness center today."

    Song Yiren immediately understood that A Mian's explanation was false, and the actual fact was to tell her that Gong Lingye only regarded her as a love. People, people and Gu Tingxue are true love!

    It's just that A Mian really miscalculated. She didn't like Gong Lingye at all. She not only didn't feel sad when she heard these words, but also wanted Gong Lingye and Gu Tingxue to live for a long time!

    Ami saw no sad expression on Song Yi's face, and frowned even more. I don't know why, but my mood is even worse.

    Afterwards, it was speechless until Song Yi arrived at the fitness center.

    The person in charge had long been notified, so as soon as Song Yi came, he took her to the exercise room upstairs.

    "Hello, Miss Yu, I am Zhang He, your Sanda coach. Starting today, I will teach you the most basic self-defense techniques ..." The man is wearing a vest and sweatpants, but he is not exaggerated.

    Song Yi people did not expect Gong Lingye to say that fitness is to learn these practical skills, and was immediately delighted. After all, these things don't know when they will come in handy.

    So when Gong Lingye arrived at the fitness center, through the transparent glass wall, she saw Song Yi who was learning various skills.

    Her hair was ponytailed and tied high above her head. She wore a sports short sleeve on the upper body and slim sports pants on the lower body.

    Because of the exercise, a thin layer of sweat beads floated on her full forehead, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked energetic and young.

    She studied hard and didn't find him until he stood for a while, and then smiled at him.

    Gong Lingye licked her lips, which seemed to be a rare initiative to smile at him once or twice.

    Instead of disturbing him, he went downstairs to communicate with the person in charge of the fitness center and read a series of fitness plans made by the other party before going to his dedicated gym.

    The Song Yi people's physical strength is indeed a bit weak, and after forty minutes of training, some of them can't eat it.

    Zhang He asked her to take a break. She drank some water and heard the staff here, Gong Lingye was waiting for her in another room.

    She walked over and saw that he was playing squash.

    Squash is a very physical exercise, because the speed of the ball is too fast, and if you play alone, you need to run full field.

    His hair has been wet with sweat, and the vest is soaked with sweat, which outlines the obvious muscle outline of the block, plus every time he exerts force, the muscles in the arm and chest bulge, full of strength The sense of abstinence in a suit is completely different.

    At this moment, he is full of hormonal aura of aggression, but inexplicably attractive.

    After saving a ball, Gong Lingye's afterglow saw the Song Yi people outside.

    He turned around, happily hooked the ball to the racket, turned around and walked towards her: "Warm warm, finished training?"

    "The coach said let me rest for a while." Song Yi said humanely.

    Gong Lingye took a racket from the outside cabinet to the Song Yi people: "Play together."

    Song Yiren shook his head: "I can't fight." She really doesn't. In the past, she actually didn't like sports. At most, she was swimming, nothing else.

    Gong Lingye couldn't help but put the tempo in her hand: "It's okay, this one gets started quickly."

    She was pulled into the squash court by him, watching him start swinging, and the ball flew towards her quickly.

    Song Yi was shocked and quickly swung, but the ball had already wiped away her racket and flew away.

    Behind him, Gong Lingye quickly rescued the ball, and the ball flew to the wall again.

    So, almost every time after the Song Yi people can't catch the ball, Gong Lingye next to him will make up, so the ball rarely falls to the ground.

    Although the Song Yi people didn't receive a few balls, they were also tired and panting, but after more than ten minutes, the clothes on her body had been wet, which was more tiring than the half-hour training.

    Gong Lingye saw this at night, received the racket, and gave her a towel: "Come on, change clothes."

    Gong Lingye's gym had an independent dressing room. Song Yi people went in and found that Gong Lingye's clothes were neatly hung inside, but there were a few sets of women's models beside them, and none of them were removed. Obviously it was only these two days. of.

    She wiped the sweat off her body, took a set and put it on, and when she changed her clothes, she felt soft all over.

    She changed out and walked out, a little annoyed: "Just coach Zhang said he took a half-hour break, but I am now more tired than before."

    Gong Lingye walked behind her: "Tired?"

    Song Yi narrowed his neck alertly: "What are you going to do?"

    He chuckled, "What do I want to do to you, can you still be a virgin?"

    Song Yiren unexpectedly did not expect Gong Lingye to suddenly come to this sentence. She just lost sight of the goodwill he gave her to ask the Sanda coach. She jumped away from him a little distance and rushed at him: "Can you not be so perverted anytime, anywhere?" ? "

    Gong Lingye pulled her over and put her hand on her shoulder with moderate strength: "I just help you relax."

    The place where he massaged was exactly where she was sore. After a few pinches, it really relaxed the tight muscles, but Song Yiren did n’t have time to say thank you, just listen to Gong Ling Yedao: "Although, you wish me Perverted to you? "

    Song Yiren: "..." Sure enough, men are big hoofs!

    But at this moment, the phone that Song Yiren put aside rang, it was a strange landline phone, but she still slipped to answer.

    "Miss Yu, I am Gao Lin, the housekeeper of the palace." The voice of the housekeeper came from the earpiece: "Mrs., the flowers of the Houshan Manor of the palace have been blooming well recently. You are invited to enjoy the flowers. I do n’t know if you have tomorrow afternoon No time?"

    Song Yiren was surprised, this was the first time Gong Mochen's mother took the initiative to contact her.

    She went to Gong's house more than once, and Gong Mochen's mother has never been lukewarm to her. Should it be a great feast?

    "I have time tomorrow, then what time is it appropriate for me to pass by tomorrow afternoon?" Song Yi thought, even if it was a Hongmen banquet, he had to make a break. At least he knew what the other party meant before he could make the next plan.

    "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will send a driver to pick you up at your school." The senior manager said.

    Hanging up the phone, Song Yiren explained to the eyes of Shang Gong Lingye: "Your sister-in-law invites me to admire the flowers."

    Gong Lingye glanced at the caller ID of the Song Yi people. It was the landline of the Gong family. He narrowed his eyes and then hooked his lips: "Nuan Nuan, it seems that my sister-in-law wishes to be a concubine with you, not Mother-in-law! "