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After entering the training ground, the little girl was full of energy. She laid on the small chair, stroking her stomach. She looked extremely unsightly.

With a sullen face, he gave her piles of toiletries.

Gu Mojing, ah, she just wanted to use the protective pad to put under his shoes. If necessary, he would give her a packet of one that was longer and also had a large wing.

This was not a good habit. If she didn't change it, then the more she didn't like to eat, the more he would get someone to cook it for her.

"Old Yang." After drinking a cup of tea, he stepped out. "The military training must be harsh. It can't be like today, where the college students' physiques must be forcefully trained."

"Chief, you mean …"

"Why not add more group training in the evening?" I want to sleep after eating my fill. Wei Minmin, I'll let you run away first.

That night, Wei Minmin and the other delicate girls all slipped out for a few hours, running until their legs were trembling.

What they met was not the Smiling Buddha, but Instructor Wuqing.

Even on the second day, his feet trembled as he descended the stairs.

Old man made his rounds as usual. When he saw that the girls looked like they were going to cry, he was slightly satisfied.

Yesterday, everyone had said that he was extremely cool, but now, anyone who saw him would hate and love him.

He did not come often. Fifteen days passed silently in sweat and tears.

When Wei Minmin came back, Gu Mojing was still wearing his apron, but when he opened the door, he saw her, and closed it again.

Wei Minmin lowered her head and looked at his finger, woo, could it be that she was so suntanned that he couldn't recognize her?

He leaned on the door and scratched it. "Open the door, I'm back."

"Gu Mojing." She shouted: "Hurry and open the door, I am Wei Minmin."

After a while he opened the door.

Her clothes were neat and neat, and her apron had long since disappeared.

She pouted and said unhappily, "What shameful thing are you doing?"

"Who knows you?"

"Hmph, it's alright. Sunscreen is useless. Also, you are not allowed to bring anything extra, so you will have to confiscate it and not give any rest. Fifteen days of military training and fifteen days of training. It's not bad that I didn't become a black kid."

He pushed her: "Go and take a picture. Do you think you can despise Africans? "Take a shower and go out after a meal."

"Oh."

She was really quite unlucky. Sigh, military training was really not something that a human could do. However, at the end of it, no one was willing to give up.

This is masochism. She smiled and washed herself clean.

Gu Mojing had good culinary skills but he cared so much about face that most people wouldn't let them know he cooked it himself.

She frowned. "I don't like green melons, tomatoes, yellow bean sprouts, and green peppers."

"You're not allowed to be picky with food."

Sigh, I have no appetite, what a pity, when my classmates go home they even say that there will be big fish and delicious food waiting for them. Luckily, you even sent me a message early in the morning telling me to go home quickly and not delay any longer, it turns out that these are the things waiting for me.

It was actually quite a plaintive tone. He really knew how to eat. Even though he had made so much noodles, he was still not hungry enough.

"Hurry up and eat, don't talk so much nonsense over there."

She picked up the rice and ate a few mouthfuls with dissatisfaction. "I'm full."

"There's still soup in the kitchen."

"Really?"

"Damn, do you think that I, Gu Mojing, would lie?" No one would think he was a joke, but she always doubted his words.

He immediately took the bowl and went in. When he saw the papaya soup, she felt a little broken down. Did he think that she needed to make up for her small chest?

"Hurry up and finish your drinks. We're about to leave."

"Gu Mojing, uh, let me ask you, do you like that, uh, kind of woman?" She winked, his face dubious.

"What kind?" If she had something to say, she wouldn't say it properly. He wasn't an immortal, so he knew what she was thinking.

"That's right …" Forget it, forget it. " Why talk to him about it? He wasn't a bosom sister, but he was a nigger in the belly.

That adorable appearance of hers made him unable to hold back and poke his forehead with his finger. "All you think about is stuff that you don't have all day long. Take a good look at your vocabulary tonight. The papaya is fair."