In the community gym at half past five in the morning, the lights were bright, but there were few people who came to exercise.

The fitness instructor who was equipped with the patrol came over to say hello to him.

"Mr. Cheng, you are really more self-disciplined than those of us who rely on the sword to eat, rain or shine."

"Hmm. Get used to it. Cheng Mo responded lightly, bent down and tightened his shoelaces, straightened up, didn't say anything more, and trotted towards the plastic runway.

Fitness coaches often chat with owners who come to exercise alone, and also point out the exercise movements, so as to avoid sports injuries caused by insufficient standard movements.

Despite this, he also knew that Cheng Mo was a person who was a little indifferent and impersonal, and he didn't like to chat very much, and his actions were extremely standard, so there was nothing to guide at all.

The fitness coach also habitually pinched a watch for Cheng Mo, and told him the number after he finished running five kilometers. It's also quite strange to say that this Mr. Cheng's pace is basically the same every time he runs five kilometers, so the time to finish five kilometers is basically no more than 15 seconds.

But today is something unusual.

The coach looked at the man galloping on the track in the morning light, and then looked at the timing on the stopwatch.

"No...... the coach muttered, "the pace is obviously slow today, is there something uncomfortable?" ”

Then he soon saw the reason why Cheng Mo's speed was slower than usual, Cheng Mo was always looking this way, and he glanced over here every once in a while.

The coach thought about it, and trotted up to Cheng Mo's side, "Mr. Cheng, is there something wrong?" I see you've been looking at it. ”

"I'm not looking at you." Cheng Mo's voice was indifferent, his eyes did not squint, staring at the plastic runway in front of him, and he accelerated the speed of running.

The coach looked at his back and could clearly feel his low air pressure, like a ...... The mood is obviously not good.

The next few laps were all accelerating, and we had to finish them in about the same time as usual.

Cheng Mo walked into the equipment area while wiping his sweat, his expression was so cold that the coach didn't dare to say more.

Soon there was a clang.

A guy who has always had a standard action and elegant temperament and handled all the equipment with care, but at this moment, after pulling the barbell up, he smashed it down with an angry bang!

Although he is not a wild school without such practice on weekdays, Mr. Cheng has never been this kind of person. And now......

The coach was shocked to listen to him alone early in the morning, and he was still a little sleepy in the morning, but he suddenly woke up.

When Ye Tang ran over panting, he was startled by the clattering movement inside. I don't know if I thought that there were many people in it practicing, after all, I watched Cheng Mo exercising that day, but there was no movement, and this man even took things like dumbbells and barbells with care.

Ye Tang gasped and entered the gym, and saw the man who was ravaging the soundproof floor mat with a barbell in the barbell area.

She hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Cheng! Call...... Sorry, I woke up late. ”

Syllable! One last sound, and then finally no more smashing the barbell.

Cheng Mo turned his head to look at her with a cold face.

Not far away, the coach couldn't help but hold his forehead, only thinking that this girl was probably going to bear unwarranted anger......

But Cheng Mo just turned his head to look at her with a cold face, and he didn't get angry.

As if completely ignoring his anger, the young and beautiful girl held the floral canvas lunch bag in her hand in front of her, "Steamed quicksand custard buns, it's delicious, let's make do with it." ”

Then the coldness in Cheng Mo's eyes slowly subsided little by little. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and the tip of his nose, took off his sports gloves, wiped his hands, and then took the canvas bento bag.

Cheng Mo glanced at her face, on her palm-sized white face, without powder, early in the morning...... It looks like he came in a hurry before he even washed his face.

The appearance does not make people feel sloppy, but the skin is white, and the shallow tired shadow under the eye sockets at this moment is particularly obvious.

Cheng Mo frowned, took a custard bun out and took a small bite, and blew in, trying to blow the fragrant custard in the heart, and then said casually, "Don't get up so early tomorrow, you can take breakfast to the company." ”

"Huh?" Ye Tang looked at him blankly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked like he hadn't rested well, "It's okay, I usually get up quite early, besides, at your rest time, you should starve to death if you take breakfast to the company." ”

Cheng Mo paused, thinking of what he had heard in Secretary Liang's mouth, Ye Tang was really the first person to finish reading the annoying booklet.

Not to mention that Liang Yanrong and Jing Yan would be surprised, in fact, Cheng Mo himself felt quite surprised, his personality was picky and his temper was not good, and his mouth was poisonous. None of this is a good thing, and he knows it in his own heart.

The existence of that workbook was originally Ye Weisheng was afraid that he would not be able to work hard and be too busy, so he wanted to arrange a private secretary for him, he didn't like to have someone next to him when he had nothing to do, but it was not good to save Ye Weisheng's face, so he only said that he was very picky, so the original existence of the booklet was used to make those who wanted to be his secretary retreat.

Ye Weisheng also said at the time that Xiao Cheng is too picky and works hard, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find someone to solve your worries and problems in the future.

Ye Weisheng probably never dreamed that such a picky Xiao Cheng could really bear it, and the one who could solve Xiao Cheng's worries was his own daughter Ye Weisheng.

Where is Cheng Mo's hard life, his Ye Weisheng's daughter is a hard life!

After Cheng Mo finished breakfast, the two went back to their respective homes to clean up, Ye Tang washed his hair and took a shower to clean himself up, and when he was about to leave for the company, he didn't have time to walk to the garage next to him and drive out.

I saw a car parked at the gate of her yard, the front seat window was lowered, Qiu Jinkang smiled at her from the side of the driver's seat, "Miss, get in the car quickly." Mr. Cheng specially asked me to drive over to pick you up. ”

Ye Tang was stunned, "Hey? I'm going to drive myself, I don't want to talk to ......."

'That arrogant and venomous little man sat in a car', Ye Tang didn't say the second half of the sentence, mainly because she still had the eyesight, and she clearly saw Uncle Qiu's expression of squeezing his eyebrows.

I quickly held back.

The window of the back seat was lowered, and Cheng Mo was dressed in a neat dark gray suit, sitting in the back seat, only looking at her slightly, "Get in the car, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Oh." Ye Tang answered, silently stuffed the car keys back into his bag, and walked up obediently.

When I got in the car, I was quiet.

Cheng Mo looked at the file displayed on the tablet screen on the side, looking very focused.

Ye Tang is a person who can be quiet, and he didn't speak when he sat next to him.

After a while, it was Cheng Mo who broke the silence and handed the tablet to her, "You take a look at these things." ”