Sweetheart remembered that Qinglang had taken her to the army's fight room a while before, and she had also punched bags!

But later, because Qinglang was too busy, he couldn't always go to her army to practice, so he slowly stopped contacting him much, and now he is about to forget a few basic moves.

"Can I learn this, can I learn it?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"Uh-" The sister at the front desk was very hesitant, because she felt that this little beauty seemed to be very weak, did she really want to learn such a strong skill?

"You're going to learn this? Ma Weiwei smacked her lips, "Besides, if you're skinny or something, your coach can't beat you away?"

"But I want to learn, I should be able to, right? I have muscles!" Sweetie tries to show off her biceps under layers of sweaters!

"......" Ma Weiwei and the beauty at the front desk were speechless at the same time.

"What if...... If you want to learn, you can, we will choose the right fighting coach for you, but this training is very hard, our coaches are all famous coaches who have won national trophies in fighting competitions. ”

Sweetheart doesn't have too many skills, and the last thing she is afraid of is hardship. As long as she thinks that after she learns this skill, she may be able to catch thieves and robbers on the road, and she is very confident!

"Then I'll report this!" she was arrogant.

Ma Weiwei supported her forehead, and she could only go, sweetheart's thoughts have always been different from ordinary people, but she is stupid and stupid, and she may be able to practice being ugly.

So Ma Weiwei signed up for the national ballroom dance class, and sweetheart signed up for the fighting class, which are two very different skills.

On the way home, they inevitably laughed at each other, and the sweetheart said: "I didn't expect you to practice the national standard, this is too inconsistent with your fiery character!"

"There's no way, do you think labor and management are willing to practice!" Ma Weiwei still looked fierce, and the sweetheart couldn't imagine how Ma Weiwei could dance so elegantly and nobly with such intense love.

"Cheng Yuan's house is like that, he will hold any banquet and dinner at every turn, and he has to dance every time, just like the banquet set up by the ancient emperors, if the labor and management do not learn, there will be a group of little goblins swarming, and I can only go on it myself!"

"Hahahaha......" Sweetheart fantasized for a moment Ma Weiwei holding the skirt of her evening dress and staring at the women around Senior Hua, she couldn't get rid of it, and it was indeed quite worrying!

Qing Lang is a national standard, the last time the two of them danced at the Hong Kong dinner, she didn't know how to dance, and he stepped on Qing Lang's shoes several times, and he blamed himself very much.

"I knew I was going to apply for a national standard class again. She was annoyed.

"Come on, you better practice your boxing, be careful to train yourself as Schwarzenegger or Stallone, your husband dislikes you and kicks you off. ”

Sweetheart was amused by her, and couldn't help but say, "How is it possible, he himself is a muscle, and I still dislike him for cheating me." ”

"Yo yo yo yo this good relationship, every day the husband and wife live to show affection, how can we live as unmarried dogs?"

In the afternoon, when she was idle, Sweetheart went shopping with Ma Weiwei by the way, and saw a pair of cute white lamb pillows in the home store, and she happily bought them to welcome the Year of the Goat.

At 16:40 in the afternoon, Situ Qinglang called and asked his sweetheart where she was now.