Yichen hugged Bai Chengze's waist from behind.

She put a beautiful and flawless face on his broad back.

"When are we going to have gym class again?"

Bai Chengze gently opened Yichen's two arms, "I'll go find you when I'm done."

After all, he took a rubber band in his hand and tied the half-length hair into a ball shape as usual.

Looking at Bai Chengze's appearance, Yichen smiled with two dimples on his face.

"You look like an artist."

"I'm really into art." Bai Chengze turned around, raised his eyebrows, kissed Yichen's forehead lightly, and put his mouth next to her earlobe, "And you, you are a work of art."

"I hate it!" Yichen, who had reacted, gave Bai Chengze a soft straight punch in the chest.

Then, she touched Bai Chengze's chest muscles with a finger in surprise, and said in disbelief:

"Do you feel that your muscles have become bigger than yesterday?"

"Is there?" Bai Chengze looked down at himself and scratched his head.

"Maybe it's my illusion?" Yi Chen bit his index finger, hesitant.

The two fought and went downstairs laughing and laughing.

Bai Chengze drove Yichen to the downstairs of her company in the boss's black Equus.

Yichen walked into the office building, turned around, and waved at Bai Chengze who was in the car.

Bai Chengze also waved his hand.

After Yi Chen walked into the building, he raised the car window, put down the mirror, and frowned to look at himself.

He looked at the back of his hand with interest, and found that the blood vessels and muscles on it seemed to have become more distinct.

He clenched his fist hard, and his strength seemed to be much stronger.

This scene made Bai Chengze a little unbelievable.

Examining the degree of fusion, the result was even more incredible.

The original fusion rate of 5% has now become 8%, a full increase of three percentage points.

It turned out that it was not an illusion, my muscles and strength had indeed increased considerably.

Overnight, he improved so much?

An idea that made Bai Chengze dumbfounded came to his mind.

"Could it be... this is how I become stronger?" He muttered to himself, "This is too ridiculous..."

Bai Chengze, half understanding, shook his head.

Turn on the ignition, kick the accelerator and drive onto the road.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yichen watched Bai Chengze's car gradually drive away, and his heart raced along with it.

There are people coming and going in the Datong office office,

The figures of colleagues are busy,

No one noticed Yi Chen's strangeness.

In the morning I poured myself a glass of warm water,

Sit down on the chair at your station,

She rubbed her knees lightly,

There is a trace of mourning in the tone:

"What are you talking about that doesn't hurt your knees, you are a liar...".

[9] What are you talking about, why do you eat everything?

This morning, nothing to do.

Bai Chengze wandered around Chinatown, went round and round, and finally stopped at a noodle shop.

This noodle restaurant is the one he applied for at the beginning, and it is called "Zhangji Noodle Restaurant".

The boss, Zhang Guoqing, is an old man over [-] years old, and he is honest and honest.

Zhang Bo is not only a nice person, but also a good noodle maker, and the price is very reasonable.

These days, Bai Chengze often visits this store.

He came to the store, nodded to Uncle Zhang to say hello, and ordered a bowl of sliced ​​noodles as usual.

The noodles were served quickly, the soup noodles were the same color, sprinkled with a pinch of green onion and coriander, green and dripping.

Bai Chengze blew on the steaming air, and shoved a chopstick of noodles into his mouth.

Afterwards, he put down his chopsticks, covered one of his cheeks, and gasped "hissing."

"Oh!" The boss Zhang Bo hurriedly came to Bai Chengze's side, stroking his back with his calloused hands, "Why are you in such a hurry to eat, are you burning?"

"No," Bai Chengze waved his hands at Uncle Zhang with a painful expression, "There's something wrong with my tongue."

"let me see."

Zhang Bo pinched Bai Chengze's cheeks and tensed carefully.

Bai Chengze sticks out his tongue, muttering and hawing.

"Tut tsk tsk," Uncle Zhang shook his head, distressed, "Why is it so swollen? What caught you?"

"By... a crab..." Bai Chengze's eyes dodged.

"A crab?" Uncle Zhang frowned, his face full of doubts.

"Well, it's made from eating seafood anyway," Bai Chengze gasped, "Don't ask, Uncle Zhang."

Of course Zhang Bo didn't know what Bai Chengze secretly ate.

He shook his head helplessly, "You child, why do you say you have nothing to do with it?"

Bai Chengze was also very depressed.

How could I have imagined that I would be hit by abalone after eating seafood?

It is simply a disaster without reason, a disaster that comes from nowhere.

Zhang Bo came to the back of the counter, rummaged through the boxes, took out two watermelon creams, stuffed them into Bai Chengze's mouth, "Hold it for a while, it will get better."

Bai Chengze nodded with the pill in his mouth.

Zhang Bo looked at him and smiled honestly.

When he left his hometown, his son was as old as Bai Chengze is now.

Therefore, every time he sees Bai Chengze, he always feels in a trance, as if seeing his own child.

Maybe this is the so-called seeing things and thinking about feelings.

The two sat in the shop speechless.

Bai Chengze was in a daze with the pill in his mouth.

Zhang Guoqing held a fly swatter to drive away mosquitoes.

Outside, two young men with crew cut swaggered, pushed the door and walked in.

One of the yellow-haired youths came to the freezer unceremoniously, and took out two bottles of Coke as if no one was there.

Another young man with a scarred face came to Uncle Zhang, rubbed two fingers at him, and said contemptuously, "Hey, old man, should I pay this month's protection fee?"

"Yes, yes."

With a flattering smile on his face, Zhang Guoqing stood up, went behind the counter, and took out a small wad of banknotes.

The scar-faced young man took the ticket, licked a finger, and counted the money quickly.

Then, his complexion sank, and he shook his head, "Not enough."

"Ah?" Zhang Guoqing became nervous, "This is [-] won, I ordered it before."

The exchange rate at that time was 100:1, and one hundred thousand won was 1000 RMB.

"I know," Scarface stuffed the money into his arms, "the rules have changed, and you have to pay 15 a month from now on."

"This…"

Hearing this, Zhang Guoqing was at a loss for a while, "Isn't that a mistake? It's always been 10 yuan, why did it become 15 yuan?"

"The meaning of the above, stop talking nonsense, don't embarrass the two of us."

Scar's face was not very good-looking, and he hooked his hand at Zhang Guoqing, motioning him to hand over the money.

Zhang Guoqing was a little helpless, "Recently, the business has been very bad, and we have to live. How can we live with so much monthly payment?"

Scarface frowned, "Then you made it clear that you're going to have trouble with us?"

When Zhang Guoqing saw the other party getting angry, his attitude softened instantly, "Forget it..."

Reluctantly, he came to the counter, took out [-] won from the drawer, and came to Scarface again.

Seeing the money, the scarred face was quite satisfied. After counting roughly, he folded the bills and put them in his arms.

He patted Zhang Guoqing's shoulder and smiled, "Old man, you're still smart."

After all, Scarface waved at another companion.

The two turned and walked out of the store.

Zhang Guoqing was dejected, his face was gray, he smiled bitterly at Bai Chengze, and sighed, "Oh..."

"Who are they?" Bai Chengze asked.

"The poisonous snake gang is a group of triads from the Chaoxian ethnic group, and they only collect protection fees on this street." Zhang Guoqing explained.

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