Wei Zhiqian felt that the floor seemed to tremble for several times.
Han Zhuofeng
Han Zhuoling
Han Zhuoli
Wei wucai
Wei wucai can't help but look down at Yan Zhiqing's legs.
Her legs were blocked by the skirt, so she couldn't see.
But the skirt is thin, covering the legs, revealing all the lines of the legs.
Then, Wei wucai saw the outline of sandbags on Yan Zhiqing's two legs.
Wei Zhiqian curiously picked up the sandbags thrown to the ground by Shi Xiaoya and others.
"Ouch Wei Zhiqian did not have a clear understanding of the weight of sandbags because he had no psychological preparation.
I thought that even if it was heavy, it was not so exaggerated. As a result, I almost fell off again.
Thanks to his stability, he didn't lose face.
"I'll go!" Wei Zhiqian looked at them in shock, "how much have you got?"
"It's Zhiqing who borrowed it from the cast. It's iron sand." Shi Xiaoya was embarrassed by their shocked eyes, "one is 15 Jin, two are 30 jin."
"How can you walk?" Han Zhuofeng asked in shock.
"We just put them on before we opened the door for you, so we didn't walk with them on. We haven't moved since you came in? " Shi Xiaoya said with a dry smile.
Zhao Gushen quietly moved back. These women are too cruel.
Fortunately, he didn't stand up just now
So, four men sympathize with Wei wucai.
"Fortunately, Zhi Qing is not heavy." Shi Xiaoya comforted.
Yan Zhiqing's official weight is 95 Jin, plus 30 jin sandbags, a total of 125 Jin, or OK.
"Ha ha." Yan Zhiqing stretched out an arm, "Xiaoya, tie sandbags on my arm, too."
“……” Shi Xiaoya said in a low voice, "Zhijing, in this case, your arms and legs may have a special pain tomorrow."
"It's OK." Yan Zhiqing let out, as long as can let Wei wucai hard, what muscle pain is not a matter, that is her power.
Wei wucai's corner of his eye took a puff. At present, Yan Zhiqing brought him weight, but he didn't pay attention to it.
But if he adds another 30 jin, he'll have to frog up the stairs
"Yan Zhiqing, don't go too far!" Wei wucai warned.
"Ha ha." Yan Zhi cool smile twice, toward poetry small elegant move wave, "small elegant, come quickly."
So, with the help of Pan Xue, pan Xue holds a sandbag and Shi Xiaoya puts it on Yan Zhiqing's arm.
Both sides wear good, Wei wucai all angry smile, "do you want to wear two more?"
"I think so." Yan Zhiqing said, but even she could not hold the weight of two more.
"It's all full. I'll go." Wei wucai said.
"Go, go, go!" Yan Zhiqing said.
Wei wucai felt that if it wasn't for her sandbag hanging on her arm, I'm afraid she would make a whip.
This woman!
Wei wucai silently read a sentence in his heart, then carried her to the stairs.
Wei Zhiqian also took Han Zhuofeng, Han Zhuoling, Han Zhuoli and Zhao Gushen.
"What for?" Zhao Gushen watched Wei Zhiqian pull his arm, and quickly pulled his arm out, "talk, talk, two big men, don't talk with me, how bad the influence is!"
Wei Zhiqian
"That's it." Han Zhuofeng also disgusted to throw away Wei Zhiqian's arm, "you all say that you can't do it, and come to pester us again, it's really misleading."