Temporarily staying at the president's house: be your listed woman

Chapter 35 You Come With Me 3
Alas, I can't tell, he still has to be kind and careful, she decided to take back what she just said, about losing weight, it's better not to rush for success, take it slowly, take it slow.

After a summer dinner, enjoy a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade with ice.

It's so sour.

Suddenly remembered something, Qi Xuan looked at Mo Fei and said, "Although green tea can also help you lose weight, the effect of lemon juice will come on faster."

Mo Fei politely swept the lemon juice in her hand, "I don't eat sour."

"Sour is good, eating sour is the easiest way to lose weight..."

"Don't eat." He interrupted her, then looked down at the magazine in his hand.

Half an hour later, he stood up, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Run," he said.

"Watch you run?"

"If you can catch up with walking, you can." After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and went directly to the entrance to change his shoes.

Qi Xuan looked down at herself, wearing shorts and high heels, it shouldn't be a big problem to chase a fat man like this, right?

And there was no suspense in the result. Although Mo Fei is a fat man to the letter, but who hasn't lost weight?

When he was thin, he used to be a good kid who loved sports, okay?

Look at his standard running posture, at first Qi Xuan could still look at him with an admiring posture, but in the end it turned out to be looking at him...

Sensing that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, she had no choice but to trot, but found that although this guy was fat, his legs were not short, and his speed was not slow.

She's almost out of reach...

No longer in the mood to look at the scenery of the sycamore trees beside the road, Qi Xuan ran after her.

She was depressed while running, and she was sweating profusely. Who is losing weight? !

Catching up with Mo Fei's pace, Qi Xuan panted, "Wait a minute, can you run slower, jogging must be jogging."

Mo Fei was hotter than her, and the end of his hair was almost completely wet. He picked up the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his sweat, and said to her, "This is jogging."

"..." Come on, she's about to die, and, in a high-end residential area like Mao, with so many uphills, she's about to die.

"Miss Qi, you look like this, which makes me doubt whether you are a qualified slimming teacher." Mo Fei sized up her figure with glasses, "Although you have a good figure, your complexion is not very good."

(End of this chapter)