"I'm so thin, I won't be fat if I eat more." Shi Yimo ate slowly, his eyes slyly moving around.

Gong Yan got up and rubbed the top of her hair, "I'll go up and wait for you." ”

"Huh?" The chrysanthemum slipped from the chopsticks and fell into the pot.

She hurriedly drew a tissue to wipe it down, "Now...... Not so good......"

Gong Yan had already walked up the stairs, paused, and looked back at her.

"Can't?"

"It's not that it can't be ...... It's ............"

Gong Yan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "Then..." ”

...... "Well, what else can she say, there is wool in broad daylight."

Shi Yimo couldn't eat it anymore, so he beckoned to the housekeeper: "Uncle Liu, help me get some diet tablets." ”

She didn't believe it, he could still make such a request after she had eaten hard.

Shi Yimo pinched a plate of diet tablets, clicked and chewed upstairs, she was really overwhelmed, and her stomach was so uncomfortable.

When he walked to the bedroom door, Shi Yimo was still a little hesitant.

If Gong Yan had been lying on the bed in vain, could she refuse ruthlessly, how could she refuse so as not to hurt Gong Yan's fragile little heart.

Suddenly, she heard a strange voice.

Not coming from the bedroom, but from the innermost room.

Shi Yimo walked over, pushed open the door, and saw a room of fitness equipment.

Gong Yan was doing pull-ups, the man was wearing a racer, and the muscular muscles in his arms bulged with each exertion.

When did she become...

Gong Yan's so-called movement...

The man heard the chewing sound and looked sideways, she obviously straightened her back, why was she still eating.

As smart as he is, how could he not see through her careful thoughts.

Gong Yan landed on the ground, with a mocking smile on the corner of his lips, "Shouldn't I be glad that I have to end the observation period early." ”

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Shi Yimo looked to the side, sat down on the bicycle slowly, pedaled a few times, and lay on the handlebar.

It's really good to hold on, hold on until I want to vomit.

"Beware of spoiling your stomach." Gong Yan strode over, and when he was frightened, Yimo hurriedly got up, "I digest it quickly!" ”

Gong Yan's figure is good, the shape of her muscles is beautiful but not abrupt, and she is full of strong male hormones.

When he got closer, Shi Yimo could even hear his own strong heartbeat.

Gong Yan's breath was very close to her face, and she slashed over, then bent down to increase the resistance of the bicycle.

"Pedal for an hour."

"Huh?" The resistance increases, not to mention an hour, even if you kick in a circle, you have to stand up.

She rode with a sigh, unconvinced to watch Gong Yan easily do pull-ups, and then lift the iron again.

Such a good figure is not easy to come by.

"A good singer must have a super lung capacity." Gong Yan wiped her sweat and walked over to her.

Shi Yimo said disdainfully, "That's, I'm an iron lung athlete!" ”

"I don't believe it."

Shi Yimo just wanted to give him a high note, who knew that he just opened his mouth...

Woo~~~~(; _)~~~~

This bastard, and lied to her again...

...

He smiled lightly, "Eat more hot pot in the future." ”

Shi Yimo blushed and glared at him without any lethal effect.

There was a hearty laugh in the corridor, and Grandpa Gong got the news and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

Shi Yimo hurried over to greet him, who knew that as soon as he opened the door, his stomach churned.

Vomit......