The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 693 Coach, did I lose weight today? (eight)

After she washed it, she dried it in the dryer, looked carefully through the sunlight, and saw a word embroidered with gold thread in the lower right corner of the handkerchief: Shu.

Most of Shu Ziheng's things are advanced customization, because he doesn't like to use the same things as others.

Tu Zhimeng shook her head, and couldn't help lamenting that being rich is self-willed.

She was just about to cook a pack of instant noodles to eat when she heard a knock on the door.

bang bang—

It's two rhythmic strokes.

Tu Zhimeng walked over and opened the door, and met Shu Ziheng's exquisitely handsome face.

He stood at the door with a box of vegetable salad, looked at the little girl and smiled slightly: "From today onwards, I will be responsible for your three meals a day."

The pleasant and low-pitched bass has a touch of magnetism, and the words that are spoken have their own intoxicating effect.

Tu Zhimeng was stunned for a moment, nodded, took the vegetable salad, looked at Shu Ziheng, and saw that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, so he came in slightly sideways, and went straight to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and looked at the bottles of carbonated drinks and cream cakes inside, frowned involuntarily, then turned to ask Tu Zhimeng, "Do you usually eat these?"

Tu Zhimeng nodded obediently.

Shu Ziheng was stunned for a moment, seeing the sincere look on the little girl's face, he laughed.

Then I turned out a plastic bag from the cabinet and put everything in the refrigerator into the bag.

"What are you doing?" Tu Zhimeng blinked, her chubby face stained with doubts.

Shu Ziheng didn't go to see her, but just put the only remaining instant noodles in it, and said lightly: "From now on, you must strictly control your diet, and you can't eat these high-fat and calorie foods."

Tu Zhimeng pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, feeling that this perfectionist obsessive-compulsive disorder is really lenient.

She walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down, opened the salad Shu Ziheng gave her, took a bite out of her mouth with a fork, and chewed tastelessly.

Seeing that Shu Ziheng was about to take away the last box of yogurt, she finally couldn't sit still, and hurried over, took away the box of blueberry fruit yogurt, held it in her arms like a baby, and looked at Shu Ziheng pitifully. constant.

"Leave this to me, yogurt helps digestion."

She blinked her eyes, pleading in her tone, looking like a chubby and pitiful one.

Although she is very fat now, her face is round and cute, which does not affect the surprise brought by her delicate and delicate features.

Seeing the little girl's aggrieved appearance, Shu Ziheng pulled his lips helplessly, and said in a pleasant and magnetic bass with an imperceptible pampering: "That's a box."

Tu Zhimeng nodded obediently, and stretched out a finger: "Yeah, just one box."

The little girl's small hands are fleshy, very white, her hair is fluffy, her air bangs are a little messy, she looks very weird, but her bright almond eyes hide a witty energy.

You can't help but want to touch her head.

After eating the salad, Tu Zhimeng tidied herself up briefly, and followed Shu Ziheng to the gym.

Today is the weekend, and there are three times more people in the fitness club than usual. Most of them are handsome men and beautiful women, little fresh meat and florets in the entertainment industry.

They didn't come here for serious exercise, but to take pictures and check in on Weibo, so that fans can see how hardworking they are.

Actually not at all.

"Hold your phone up a bit, will it be at a 45-degree angle?" A girl in a pink gym shorts was running slowly on the treadmill, impatiently directing the assistant who was taking pictures next to her.

(End of this chapter)