Song Yu unzipped the zipper of his sportswear, and there was a simple white T-shirt inside, with only a small black logo printed on the upper left corner. He walked a few steps, followed Meng Jianwan's pace, and looked at her with his head: "Wanwan, why are you ignoring me?"

Meng Jianwan put the mineral water on the rack aside, raised his arms, turned his body, stretched his muscles and bones, and prepared to do the next set of training.

Song Yu walked around her and held her hands on the rowing machine beside her: "Wanwan?"

Meng Jianwan made a stretching move, bent down and held two elastic ropes on the ground, and said coldly: "Get out of the way, you blocked me."

Song Yu walked a few steps to the left, sat on the rowing machine, watching her throw the two elastic ropes into wavy lines, and hit the ground to make a banging sound. Meng Jianwan's forearms had enough strength and swung the frequency very high. After a while, a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, but she did not stop. After slowly adjusting her breathing, she continued to swing her arms up and down.

Song Yu thought while watching, Meng Jianwan looked quite thin, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

No, he should have known that she is different from ordinary girls, but he saw her hitting people in the rice noodle shop with his own eyes. The tall and big man was kicked over by her and couldn't even get up.

Song Yu was conscious and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Meng Jianwan's exposed waist. She was wearing black tight yoga pants, with an orange-pink vest on it, her hair suddenly rose up, and her figure was clear. Although there was no vest line on her abdomen, she could see that her skin was tight and there was no trace of excess fat, but it was still very soft to the touch...

When Song Yu was distracted, Meng Jianwan's coach came over. The man was wearing a black coach uniform, and the fabric could not block the clear muscle lines. He stood behind with his hands on his hips and watched, and spoke from time to time to correct Meng Jianwan's movements.

The coach was very satisfied. When he turned his head, he saw Song Yu, who occupied the rowing machine but did not move: "This gentleman..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu took the lead and said, "No need to say, I'll apply for a card."

coach:"……"

Meng Jianwan shook forty times in the end, took a deep breath and stopped, his cheeks were sweating profusely, his skin was red, and his hair was a little messy, but his eyes looked at Song Yu coldly: "Are you wrong?"

Song Yu got off the rowing machine, picked up the towel Meng Jianwan put on the shelf and handed it to her: "Wanwan, you are finally willing to talk to me."

The coach looked at Meng Jianwan: "Your friend?"

Before Meng Jianwan could speak, Song Yu nodded firmly: "Boyfriend."

Meng Jianwan: "?"

Before Meng Jianwan got angry, Song Yu gently added a prefix to the "boyfriend": "Future."

The coach twitched his lips, and he understood that the gentleman in front of him was Meng Jianwan's suitor, and he was talking about his future boyfriend.

"Song Yu, why are you here?" Meng Jianwan asked.

When Song met her, she was finally willing to talk to herself calmly. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, but she still pretended to be "I'm just passing by, not coming to you specifically", and said softly: "Of course I'm going to the gym to exercise. Who knows that you are here too, we are really destined to be together."

Meng Jianwan put a towel on his shoulder, looked at him with a smile, and looked at him: "Is that true?"

"Otherwise?" Song Yu turned his head away with guilt and used the excuse to apply for a card to avoid her [Novel Novels www.wmxs.info] review.

Not long after, his card was completed. After searching for a while, he couldn't find Meng Jianwan. Finally, he saw her on the shoulder lifter on his back.

So Song Yu occupied the high pull-down device on her right, sat in the seat, raised his hands above his head and grabbed the grip. The hem of the clothes rubbed up a few minutes as the movements, and inadvertently exposed his abdominal muscles.

A piece of fair skin was on Meng Jianwan's right side. She could see it with a slight turn of her eyes. She rolled her eyes immediately, and reasonably suspected that Song Yu had done it intentionally.

Song Yu was calm, clasped the handles with both hands, fixed the legs, and slowly pulled down, pulling the muscles on his entire arm and back, and could see the tight and raised shoulder blades through the fabric.

"Wanwan, do you have time later?" He breathed a little hard, and gasped as he spoke, "I'll treat you to a meal. There is a private restaurant that is very well-made. Are you interested in trying it?"

Meng Jian straightened his body at night and his breathing was also unstable: "No interest."

After saying that, she stood up and beat her arms to leave. Song Yu was anxious to chase her, let go of one hand, and the other hand was caught off guard by the force of the puller rebounding upwards. She didn't stand firmly, and her knee hit the baffle in front of the seat, and her legs bent and fell to the ground.

Meng Jianwan turned around and covered his forehead: "What do you mean? I kneel down every few days. Should I lose my life or my money?"

Song Yu: "..."

I can explain this matter.

However, Meng Jianwan didn't give him a chance to explain and left with his bag.

Song Yu stood up with a seat in his hand and looked at Meng Jianwan's back calmly. Why is the reality different from what he imagined?

Liang Yuanyuan sent a message to inquire about the situation: "How is it, do you think of you? Have you admired me?"

Which girl doesn’t like to look at a handsome guy with a slender body, perfect proportions, and abs and fishing lines? Liang Yuanyuan is still very confident in her cousin’s external image and figure!

Song Yu: "…She is gone."

Liang Yuanyuan was stunned and kept typing with her fingers: "Why did you let her go? Don't you know how to seize such a good opportunity? Come on!"

Song Yu did not return her, so he put his phone in his pocket and sat on the ground. Who made Meng Jianwan a walking stone that could not be pried or chiseled, and she was indifferent no matter how you circled her.

"Oh--" Song Yu sighed, leaned back, lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling above his head.

As soon as he was about to close his eyes and ponder for a while, Meng Jianwan's face appeared in his sight. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, thinking that he had hallucinations.

Meng Jianwan left and returned, standing beside Song Yu, the belt of her waist bag was wrapped around her wrist, and looked down at him from a high place: "Song Yu, let's talk."

Song Yu got up from the ground and took only three seconds to become the bright and bright young Master Song: "Wanwan, what are you going to say to me?"

Meng Jianwan had a headache and his temples were beating.

"Song Yu, listen well, I will tell you clearly that I will not be with you. I hope you will recognize the reality as soon as possible. If you die, don't waste time on me, and don't appear in my sight again. I will call you the motorcycle money, let's go." Meng Jianwan said a long list of words, paused for a moment, and said in a stressful tone, "Do you understand?"

I thought Song Yu's face suddenly changed, and he would be lost and confused even if he was not good, but he only lost his mind for two seconds and then smiled: "I understand, but I can't do it." He pointed behind her, "Hey, your coach is looking for you."

Meng Jianwan looked back and saw that there was no sign of a coach except for two fitness men behind him. Song Yu caught this gap and quickly reached out and pinched her face: "I won't."

He calculated that Meng Jianwan would hit someone next, so he ran away after pinching his face.

Meng Jianwan turned around in a panic and kicked him. Song Yu had already jumped far away, and behind him was the glass door of the gym.

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