"Good. ”

When Zhao Yongqi, who was enjoying the gentle wiping of Park Xiuzhi and Xiao Baozi, responded casually, he felt a pair of warm white jade hands on his big arms pinching up.

Li Zhien, who came up and pinched around as if picking an animal, tilted his little head and was full of curiosity, asked suspiciously from the gap in the towel on Zhao Yongqi's head: "Frog Oba, why don't you look as strong as Chen Oba, but your strength is much greater." ”

"This question is good and very in-depth!" Zhao Yongqi raised his arm with a smile, assumed the posture of a popeye, and said triumphantly: "The key to this question is that just like a saint warrior, there is a hierarchy of muscles. Your Oba is a golden muscle, Brother Chen's is only a bronze muscle, and the combat effectiveness should not be too far behind. ”

"Hee-hee. Fei Feijiao, who was squatting on the side with her mouth covered, laughed, "Then there are also Hades Fighters and God Fighters, not more powerful than cannibals." ”

After putting down his arm and thinking seriously for three seconds, Zhao Yongqi nodded and said, "That makes sense! Then am I a spiritual muscle, or a divine muscle......?"

The male god with a tangled face glanced at the two delicate little faces with smiles like flowers, and said very seriously: "Think about it, the name of the dark muscle, it's not like the aunt who sells muscles in the vegetable market shouting at the top of her voice: 'Come and buy it, I have the famous chicken taken from the famous XXX chicken here'......"

"Hee-hee-......" The girls' laughter suddenly rang out.

Brother Qi, who spread his hands, continued seriously: "This divine muscle is even more unreliable. It feels like buying it home, slicing and shredding it and stir-frying it in a pan, and immediately upgrading from 'raw chicken' to 'cooked chicken'. No, you can continue to upgrade. When you eat cooked chicken in your mouth, you pull it out one day and it becomes the highest grade poop chicken......"

"Oops, cannibal, you're disgusting. Hee-hee......"

"Brother Qi, you are really, you started to make trouble early in the morning. Hee-hee. ”

Little Brother Qi, who laughed loudly, didn't care about enjoying the attack of a flower fist and embroidered legs, looked at the four delicate girls around him who were laughing, turned over and stood up and waved his fist and said, "So, I decided." It's better to give up the highest level of poop muscles to Brother Chen, and I'll just keep the golden muscles. ”

Park Suzy, who received the towel, forced a smile, turned around and picked up a brand new T-shirt and handed it to Zhao Yongqi, and said with a smile: "Oba, put on your clothes first, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Feifei next to him took advantage of Zhao Yongqi's casual clothes, rushed to him with his little hands behind his back, bent down slightly, leaned forward with his small body, squinted his crescent moon and asked in a delicate and pleasant voice: "Cannibal, why don't you go swimming?" ”

"You don't understand that. Zhao Yongqi said while getting dressed: "There are two major reasons not to swim, one is that men go swimming to see the graceful posture of you goddesses in bikinis. Early in the morning, there is not even a ghost in the hotel pool, who should I go to see?"

"Cannibal, you big pervert!" Feifei, who took those beautiful big eyes and exercised hard to kill with his eyes, glared fiercely at the handsome man in front of him.

I didn't feel it at all, and Brother Qi, who had already practiced to the point where he could repair the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, continued to take care of himself: "Second, swimming is the height of the president. The naked height of 180.5 is already the standard international height, and there is no need to continue to grow taller at all. ”

"Stinky beauty!" Li Ji-eun, who couldn't stop giggling, immediately gave a disdain with a charming smile, "It's obviously 179.5 this year." ”

"Little girl, what do you know. Stretching out his hand to pinch his natural delicate cheeks, Zhao Yongqi said with a straight face: "When your Oba was 179 in the past, it was the standard height at that time. Later, it grew to 180, which is the updated standard height. Now 180.5 is the latest international standard height after the update and update!"

The sweet and pleasant laughter of the girls resounded throughout ......the gym once again.

"Yes, yes, Brother Qi is the best in everything. Pushing Zhao Yongqi's back, the little bun that made him move forward said with a smile: "Hurry up and take a bath and eat, otherwise you will be scolded by Director Qian again." ”

"Little bun, we have such a good relationship, why do you always push me into the fire pit?" Zhao Yongqi spread his hand with a bitter face, and while following the strength of the little bun, he said faintly: "Once you enter the old guy's line of sight, he treats me like a capitalist oppresses the working people, hey~~ I was hung by him for six hours yesterday!"

In the laughter, Zhao Yongqi, who was surrounded by the four goddesses, made the waiters in the distance jealous, and the female waiters fantasized that they could replace the four goddesses.

When he walked to the door, Zhao Yongqi smiled softly at the waiters and said, "Thank you, thank you." ”

"Brother Xiao Qi is polite, please be careful on the road. In the answers of the waiters, accompanied by the four goddesses, Zhao Yongqi's figure and the laughter disappeared from sight.

……

After washing up, when I took Park Suzy to the restaurant, Cheng He, Deng Chao, Lee Chen, Lee Kwang-so and others were already sitting with the girls. When his figure appeared, the two lively little girls naturally waved to him immediately.

After waving his hand casually in response, Zhao Yongqi went to get two large plates of food by himself, and just returned to everyone's seats, and before he could put down the plate and speak, Li Zhien had already jumped up to him, and said with a sweet smile on his face: "Frog Oba, say to Oba that you will have dinner in the evening." ”

"Why me again?" Zhao Yongqi threw on the plate, pointing to his nose and staring at the despicable god with wide eyes.

Leaning sideways and putting his arm on Cheng He's shoulder, Deng Chao said with a smile: "There was an incident like 'Brother Qi's rival in love', so we decided to hold a celebration meeting. ”

Before the stunned Zhao Yongqi could speak, Xiao Baozi's shy voice had already sounded: "Chao Oba, ignore you anymore." ”

"Brother Chao, are you very interested in the oil pot in the underworld?" Zhao Yongqi, who was waving a metal fork, said viciously: "Now you want to use my hand to fry in that oil pot for one hundred and eighty years?"

As soon as Deng Chao wanted to fight back, Cheng He, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows and smiled at Zhao Yongqi: "Brother Chao won't take the name Xiao Qi, you also know, tonight's banquet was changed to 'Brother Xiao Qi of the male god kills his rival in seconds' celebration." Of course, the cost must be paid by the actor's little Qi brother, right? Okay, that's it, let's eat enough!"

"I think it's better to let you two sluts eat a brain-drilling meal first!

In the laughter of a group of people and the shy expression of Xiao Baozi, the male god caught a pair of sluts who didn't have time to escape and began to stage a full martial arts.