Pei Yunqing also knew that it was indeed wrong for her to use the other party's things without permission, so she immediately took the initiative to explain.

"Uncle, I just thought that I was going to have a cross-team drill soon, so I would use it temporarily......"

"That's not going to work either!"

Tang Moshen frowned and raised her palm, pulling the tether of the fist glove.

The boxing gloves for this prize were hard and thin, and his sandbags were specially filled with iron sand, and with this kind of gloves, her hand had to be injured.

Stingy!

Isn't it just a fist gauntlet, as for having such a big temper?

"No, no!" Pei Yun lightly withdrew his palm, pulled off the fist glove forcefully, and slapped it on his hand, "Give it back to you!" ”

Turning around with a grunt, she walked away.

Small things, temper is not small.

"Yunqing, you ......"

Pei Yun ignored it and opened the door angrily.

As soon as his right foot stepped out of the door, he heard the tone of the man behind him change and turn into a sharp one.

"Stop!"

Two words instantly froze her in place.

Reason is on the line, Pei Yun secretly screamed that it was not good.

used his things, fell on him, and threw his face at him......

Pei Yunqing, are you looking for death?

She turned, smiling faces.

"Uncle, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you, I just ......"

Tang Moshen's gaze fell on her worried eyes, deliberately put on a straight face, and raised his chin to the rest chair next to her.

"Come here, sit down!"

Pei Yun walked over with his eyebrows lowered and sat down on the chair obediently.

He crouched down, took her hands, looked at them carefully, and made sure that there was no injury, and then straightened up with confidence.

Tang Moshen raised his fingers to hook her chin, "My sandbag is specially made, and it is made of iron sand, which is different from your training ground, the gloves are too thin and hard, and your hands will hurt." ”

Pei Yun met his gaze lightly, "So...... Uncle is afraid that I will be injured so he won't let me use it? ”

Nonsense!

A pair of broken fist gloves in the cupboard, if she hadn't taken them out and used them, he wouldn't have remembered that there was such a thing here.

"People give you whatever you want, and you still care about a broken fist glove?"

This sentence was really a bit ambiguous, and Pei Yun's face blushed lightly.

"When did I use your people casually?"

If you get cheap, you can sell well!

"You used me as a gunman in the afternoon, and now you forgot about it?"

I thought he was saying......

Pei Yun raised the corners of his lips lightly and winked at him.

"Then can I use Uncle a few more times?"

Tang Moshen withdrew his palm, folded his arms in front of his chest, and raised his chin towards her.

"Say!"

Pei Yun stood up happily, reached out to hold his arm, and looked at him expectantly.

"Uncle can you teach me two tricks, and when the time comes, I will give you a long face."

The man's face sank deliberately.

"Nope."

Pei Yun pouted lightly, "What, what you just said is optional?" ”

Sure enough, now that he is much bolder, he dares to talk back to him.

Tang Moshen was very satisfied with her performance, and reached over with his big hand and pinched her cheek affectionately.

"Because I'm going to eat now, I'll teach you after eating."

Pei Yun was overjoyed, excitedly stretched out his arms to hug him, and pressed his face to his chest.

"I know that Uncle loves me the most!"

Remembering that her face was covered in sweat, she jerked her face up, and sure enough, she saw that his shirt was stained with her sweat.

She was embarrassed.

"Uncle, I'm ......"

Seeing her embarrassment, Tang Mo spoke lightly.

"It's okay, it's going to change anyway!"

Hearing his connivance, Pei Yun regained her face, grabbed his shirt with both hands, she lifted her toes and kissed him on the chin loudly.