# Ji An has been accompanying the two children until 10:00 p.m. to coax Leo to sleep, and Beiming Shaoxi has not come back.

"Young master? Didn't he come back in the afternoon? "

The servant who brought the soup replied.

Ji'an frowns, and Beiming Shaoxi is back in the afternoon? Why doesn't she know?

"Little grandma, drink more nutrition soup. It's blood tonic. You haven't eaten much all day. The young master is worried about you. "

Ji'an didn't have the appetite to drink. He stopped and asked, "did he order it?"

"Well."

Ji An reluctantly drank a small bowl and looked at the time: "go and ask the other servants where he is now?"

Soon the news came back. Beiming Shaoxi was in the fitness room on the first floor. It was said that he had been alone in the fitness room for several hours, and he strictly prohibited any servant to enter and disturb.

Ji'an goes downstairs, the super large fitness room is divided into two spaces, one side is Beiming night.

The two brothers like to use different fitness equipment, which are divided into two areas

The place where the sound comes from is actually the fitness room of Beiming yechen?

Ji'an walks in and sees Beiming Shaoxi wearing boxing gloves and beating the tumbler with sweat

The boxing gloves he wears are two Ji'an cartoon heads, and the tumbler sandbag is the Q version of Beiming Shaoxi.

At the beginning, Ji an asked Beiming yechen to make some of the surroundings of the two people, and took Leo to vent his anger.

There are not only "Beiming Shaoxi sandbag", but also "Beiming Shaoxi bowling ball", "Beiming Shaoxi table football", "Beiming Shaoxi Frisbee", etc.

Beiming Shaoxi's upper body is covered with tangled muscles, sweating like rain.

The sandbag was deformed and shriveled under his hand.

He fell to the ground again and again, rebounded and stood up -

Ji An'an, with a painful heart, walked in.

In the quiet gymnasium, the slightest footstep sound is particularly clear.

"Get out of here!" shouts Beiming Shaoxi with his back to her

"It's me..."

Beiming Shaoxi's body was stunned and his fist was put down. The beaten "Beiming Shaoxi tumbler" was too strong. A bullet came up and knocked him to the ground.

Beiming Shaoxi fell to the ground in confusion and looked at the sandbags shaking back and forth.

Ji'an strode over: "Beiming Shaoxi, are you ok?"

Beiming Shaoxi is sitting on the ground. A contact lens seems to be flying out. His sight is slightly blurred.

"Nothing Why haven't you slept yet He asked in a low voice, with his head down, like a child who has been found to have done something wrong.

Ji'an squatted down, lifted his jaw with one hand, and saw the bruise on the corner of his mouth.

There were many wounds on his body, and many holes cut by glass in the church.

"Why did I go to bed before you went home? I always thought you were still busy outside. I called you a few times and you didn't answer

"Cell phone, in your pocket." He said with a frown.

And the coat had been thrown far away by him, and he was now wearing nothing on his upper body.

"You're all injured. If you don't have a good rest, you're going to fight some boxing. Are you in a bad mood? " Ji'an takes a towel to wipe his sweat.

Beiming Shaoxi looked at her in a trance, and his turbulent emotions broke out. He wanted to hold her and kiss her

But feel that she is so far, can not touch.

He felt that he was not worthy of

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