As a result, she walked to the guest room, knocked for a long time and got no response, so she had to push the door open and found that the guest room was empty.
Sheng Ningning rubbed her eyes, almost thinking she was delusional.
Where are people?
She walked around the empty house and finally heard the faint sound of music at the door of the gym.
The sound insulation effect of his house is very good, and you really can't hear it unless you listen carefully.
Sheng Ningning opened the door to the gym and heard the deafening music!
…
Let's dO it(dO it)
I feel it all in my bOneS
Tryna keep Up With that tempO
Make it all night till yOUr baCk getS SOre
Til We iUSt Can take it nO mOre
…
When I get in them draWerS
Get yOUr hair in tangleS
I Wrap it On my ankleS
I'm grippin On yOUr handleS
I'm gettin On different angles
…
The man was running very rhythmically on the treadmill. The light was refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on him, casting moving shadows.
The usual laziness was long gone, and Qingjun had a rare serious look on his face.
He was dripping with sweat from running. When he started running, the strong muscles on his calves were smooth, and his whole body was full of strength and vitality.
She walked over and called for dinner.
Because the music was turned up too loud, he didn't hear it and was immersed in his own world.
Sheng Ningning had no choice but to walk over and come to the treadmill. The man's dark eyes glanced at her, and then he gently adjusted the buttons on the machine to slow down the machine.
From fast running to slow walking.
The voice returned to its laziness, mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Is something wrong?"
Although Sheng Ningning was confused and didn't know where she had offended him, she said softly: "You can have breakfast."
"Um."
He walked slowly on the treadmill, finishing the work and said, "Bring me the water over there."
Sheng Ningning immediately took the mineral water from the table next to her and handed it to him.
The man unscrewed the cap of the bottle, raised his head and took a few gulps. He drank so hard that his Adam's apple rolled up and sweat dripped down his forehead.
You could tell he was hot.
She asked kindly: "Mr. Huo, are you hot? Do you want me to lower the air conditioner for you?"
He stopped drinking water, glanced at her, hesitated to speak, swallowed the words back in his stomach, and finally took another gulp of water.
He directly picked up the remaining third of the water and poured it down from the top of his head.
The mineral water and sweat instantly woke him up.
Water droplets kept dripping on his slender neck, then spread down to the collarbone, and submerged into his sweatshirt. After the white sweatshirt was soaked, it lay snugly on his skin.
The strong muscles on his chest were beating vigorously, clearly on display.
Sheng Ningning blinked nervously and did not dare to say a word.
He screwed on the bottle cap, handed the empty bottle to her, raised his eyebrows at her, and said in a lazy voice, "It won't be hot this way."
"..."
How could he be so angry and speak so irritably so early in the morning?
The man pushed back his wet short hair, revealing his handsome face, with long eyelashes drooping down, the corners of his eyes drooping, and heavy dark circles on his eyelids.
Her old habit of caring about people came back again.
"Mr. Huo, did you not sleep well last night?"
The corners of his lips twitched and twitched, and he smiled, "Mind your own business, it's good for you and me."
"Okay, Mr. Huo."
She quickly turned around and ran out of the gym, and stayed in the living room for a while before Huo Yan slowly walked out of the bathroom.
After taking a shower and shaving, I felt much more energetic.
It's just that the dark circles under his eyes cannot be covered.
Huo Yan habitually ordered her, "Come and eat!"
Sheng Ningning immediately passed away, and his hot coffee turned into cold coffee. Sheng Ningning simply threw a few ice cubes down.
It became an American style with ice.
Seeing her cleverness, Huo Yan couldn't help but laugh. Obviously, he still needed some time to adapt to her strange brain circuits.
"Little Lemon, what are you going to do all day today?"
Sheng Ningning retorted weakly: "My name is not Little Lemon, my name is Sheng Ningning."
"Yeah." He ignored it and joked: "Little lemons in full bloom."
Sheng Ningning lowered her head silently and rolled her eyes at him in her heart. She loves him as much as she likes. The boss has this hobby of giving people nicknames. What else can she do?
"After you finish breakfast, I have to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables and some daily necessities."
"I'll go with you."
"Ah?" She looked up at him, "Don't you have anything to do?"
"..."
He put forward his advantage, "Of course I have something to do, I am very busy, but I, out of kindness, will drive you there so that you don't have to squeeze into the bus. Am I a good person?"
"Okay, Mr. Huo."
He took out a card and handed it to her, "This is my supplementary card. You can use this card to spend money at home in the future. You can swipe as much as you want. There is no upper limit."
She was stunned for a moment, then asked out of curiosity: "Can you paint a house?"
Huo Yan almost choked on the sandwich in his mouth. After taking a sip of water, he recovered and looked at her deeply.
Then he nodded solemnly: "You can get several sets."
She blinked and said, "Mr. Huo, you are so confident in handing over the card to me, aren't you afraid that I will take the card and run away?"
"Don't be afraid. You can't run away."
He looked at her delicate and white face, raised his eyebrows teasingly, and deepened the smile on his lips. The correct statement should be as follows.
She couldn't escape.
Sheng Ningning accepted the card with peace of mind, "Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Huo."
After the two had dinner, Sheng Ningning was about to go shopping, while Huo Yan went to the room to change clothes.
When she came out of the outfit, she found that he was wearing a peaked cap, a mask, a jacket, and casual trousers, covering himself tightly.
He showed his smiling peach blossom eyes and looked straight at her.
"Mr. Huo, what are you doing?"
"Afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi."
"You are a boxer but not a star. Who will film you?"
As soon as Sheng Ningning finished speaking, she saw her peach blossom eyes narrow slightly, and you could feel the disdain on that face through the mask.
"I'm a rising star in the boxing world. I'm much better than those pretty boys in the entertainment industry, okay?"
--------Gou Zi's thoughts--------
Have any babies heard this song?
Hehe, you can listen to it while reading this chapter. I won’t translate the lyrics.
"BOOty MUSiC" from Deep Side, a very old song.
