"You said." Feng Beiting looked like he would win no matter what you said. He saw Jiang Mo's eyes were blazing and his head was smoking.

When his eyes fell on him, Jiang Mo looked him up and down, and suddenly said, "Let's do push-ups, no upper limit is set. Whoever can't hold on first will lose."

"Can."

Seeing that he agreed so happily, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little upset.

Before starting, he pulled Jiang Yimian to the side, lowered his voice and asked her, "Hey, how is this kid's physical condition?"

"It depends on what the situation..."

The physical strength was amazing when fighting and having sex.

But it would be amazing if you pretend to be sick and something is fine, as if you can blow it down with a gust of wind.

Jiang Mo relied on his experience in going to the army to train, and he felt that there was no suspense to win an embroidered pillow that often sat in the office.

Yan Mei and the others seemed to regard this as a way to enhance their relationship between their "brothers". They should chat and eat melon seeds.

Jiang Zhuo sat on the sofa watching the fun, but didn't help Feng Beiting but didn't stand on Jiang Mo's side.

In contrast, Jiang Yimian and Jiang Nuo's actions made Jiang Mo feel much more heartbroken.

The aunt and nephew squatted next to Feng Beiting at the same time, with stars flashing in their eyes cheering him up, making Jiang Mo so angry that his eyes were about to pop out.

This competition has already established Jiang Mo's defeat before it even started.

Jiang Mo did the first 100 push-ups, but she was obviously paddling behind her. However, Feng Beiting had a uniform breath and a standard posture, and even the rhythm had not changed.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Jiang Mo out of the ground, "Okay, okay, don't embarrass the family.

If my brother knew that you made push-ups like this, he would throw you into the army again!"

"I...I'm...I'm..."

"Yeah! My uncle won! My uncle is so awesome!"

Jiang Yimian pulled a tissue to help Feng Beiting wipe his sweat, and a little heart flashed in Xing's eyes, "So handsome, so handsome."

Jiang Mo: “…”

He regrets it very much.

He shouldn't have played against Feng Beiting from the beginning. If he hadn't played against Feng Beiting, he wouldn't have lost so many Xiaomian things to him. If he hadn't lost so many Xiaomian things to him, how could he have fallen to such a sad level?

Seeing Jiang Mo beat his chest and stamping his feet in depression, Feng Beiting walked towards him with the album.

Jiang Zhuo thought he wanted to leave a few photos for Jiang Mo or simply return the whole book to him, after all, this is in line with the normal way of doing it.

But—

It’s abnormal for Mr. Feng Si.

So he saw him take out all the remaining photos in the album in front of Jiang Mo, and handed the album to Jiang Mo, "Leave this for you."

Jiang Mo: “…”

What a 40-meter-long knife!

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Chapter completed!