"Really, then I'm going to represent Linhai City!"

The corners of Zhang Heng's mouth turned up slightly, he had developed a strong interest in long-distance running competitions.

Song Zhiyun also said with a smile.

"I don't mind!"

Although Song Zhiyun can win the long-distance running championship in Linhai City, it is not worth mentioning at all in terms of her running speed in the entire Jiangnan Province.

If Zhang Heng joins, the overall running performance of Linhai City will be improved.

Even if Song Zhiyun failed to win the championship of the Linhai City Running Race in the end, then she didn't mind at all.

"Okay, then it's decided!" Zhang Heng stood up, he looked at Song Zhiyun and said with blazing eyes.

"Yes!"

Song Zhiyun nodded, she stretched out her hand towards Zhang Heng and said.

"Give it a high-five!"

"Good!"

Zhang Heng walked up to Song Zhiyun and raised his hand to imprint it on Song Zhiyun's palm.

"Then it's decided, see you next time in the Linhai City competition!"

"Then I'll go back first!"

Zhang Heng has already finalized in his heart to participate in the long-distance running race in Linhai City next Wednesday, and there is nothing to see in this sea.

He turned and prepared to leave.

But Song Zhiyun stopped him.

"Wait......"

"What's wrong again?" Zhang Heng turned his head to look at Song Zhiyun, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Song Zhiyun pointed to his feet and smiled awkwardly.

"My foot is broken, and this time I was just going to run two laps in the community, and I didn't bring my mobile phone, how can you let me go back!"

Zhang Heng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Earlier I said I would help you, but you didn't let me help, and now you're running to beg me!"

Although Zhang Heng taunted Song Zhiyun slightly, he still walked in front of Song Zhiyun, squatted down in front of Song Zhiyun, and turned back to Song Zhiyun and said a word.

"Come on, I'll carry you back!"

Song Zhiyun looked at Zhang Heng's back, she was a little hesitant.

She wasn't a squirming person, but she still had some care in her heart to let her climb onto the back of a strange man like this.

Song Zhiyun was behind Zhang Heng, looking at Zhang Heng's back, and he was reluctant to climb up for a long time.

Zhang Heng frowned and said unhappily.

"Come on, do you really want me to lose it?

Do you want to leave now?"

Song Zhiyun looked at Zhang Heng and thought about it in his heart.

Although he only knew Zhang Heng today, Zhang Heng didn't look like a bad person, if Zhang Heng really left, he would leave her here alone.

Then what happens, you can't predict!

And her foot is still injured, and there is no way to walk back!

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyun gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, I'm out of the way!"

Song Zhiyun said, climbed onto Zhang Heng's back, hooked Zhang Heng's neck tightly with both hands, and the whole person was completely attached to Zhang Heng's body.

"When you say that, I feel like I'm taking advantage of it!"

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly and stood up with Song Zhiyun on his back, his back could feel the softness of Song Zhiyun's chest.

Feeling the softness, Zhang Heng smiled in his heart, and he said.

"It's really a big advantage!"

Song Zhiyun's brows furrowed slightly, she twisted Zhang Heng's body with her hand, and said unhappily.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Heng hurriedly explained and said.

"I want to say you're really heavy!"

"You-" Song Zhiyun was so angry that he pinched Zhang Heng's flesh with his hand, and said very unhappily.

"I'll let you talk nonsense, I'll be light!"

Zhang Heng smiled wryly, his skin was rough and thick, Song Zhiyun twisted his arm with his small hand, Zhang Heng didn't feel any pain at all.

However, in order to avoid further angering Song Zhiyun, Zhang Heng still spoke.

"Okay, if you make such a fuss like this, I'm going to throw you down, and I'll go back alone. ”

When Song Zhiyun heard this, her face turned white with fright, and she hurriedly said.

"Don't, don't, don't leave me behind!"

Zhang Heng said with a slight smile.

"Then you don't screw me anymore!"

"Okay!" Song Zhiyun hurriedly let go of his hand.

A smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face, he stood up, supported Song Zhiyun's waist with both hands, and walked forward step by step.

Zhang Heng walked very fast.

And staying on Zhang Heng's back, Song Zhiyun felt very stable and didn't shake at all.

She leaned on Zhang Heng's back tightly, and she could also feel a sense of security.

It's an amazing feeling.

Song Zhiyun has never felt it in other men.

couldn't help but Song Zhiyun had a stronger curiosity about Zhang Heng in his heart.

She was behind Zhang Heng's back and secretly looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng's side face is very handsome, with a sense of perseverance.

It was as if there was a light on his face.

Zhang Heng is also wearing loose clothes, a gray T-shirt.

As Zhang Heng walked around, the loose clothes vaguely revealed the masculine muscles wrapped under Zhang Heng's clothes.

This made Song Zhiyun's face blush slightly, and her heart also pounded.

Zhang Heng felt Song Zhiyun's pounding heart, glanced sideways at Song Zhiyun, and asked.

"What's wrong? Your heart is beating so fast all of a sudden?"

Song Zhiyun's face became even redder, and she hurriedly said.

"No, I just ran too hard, and I haven't recovered yet!"

Song Zhiyun said this, Zhang Heng didn't believe it!

Although the two of them had run almost half a marathon before, the two of them also rested for a long time, sitting there and looking at the sea.

Even Song Zhiyun's heart was beating hard before.

After resting for so long, by now, no matter what Song Zhiyun said, his heartbeat should also return to calm.

But now, Song Zhiyun's heart is still beating very strongly.

She explained that it was because she was running too fast, but only a ghost would believe it!

Zhang Heng smiled slightly, did not expose Song Zhiyun's lie in person, but looked at Song Zhiyun's face and said jokingly.

"Then why is your face so red?"

Zhang Heng didn't say that it was okay, when he said this, Song Zhiyun's face became darker, and his heart was beating violently.

The violent speed and exaggeration made Zhang Heng wonder if her heart would jump out of her chest.

Song Zhiyun also felt that his heart was beating hard, and his face was even more red like an apple.

She desperately wanted her heart not to beat so hard and her face not to be so red, but these were simply not something she could control.

Moreover, she was so close to Zhang Heng.

Hearing Zhang Heng's heavy breathing made her heart beat faster, and her face became darker.

Song Zhiyun couldn't control this, so she had to say something.

"You have to take care of it!"

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