When Shuna left with a straight face, Madrigal was already spread out on the ground, like a dead dog, and her arms were as soft as noodles, and she didn't even have the strength to get up. The robe of the supply cabin witnessed this scene, and secretly thought, "Sure enough, the sun is fair to everyone", and continued to work on his own contentment.

Madrigal staggered into the house, closed the door with his feet, and shouted with his eyes closed: "Roujia, you come here! I will kill you!"

Roujia's laughter floated in: "You don't allow me to pollute the sofa, so I don't dare to come over." "She bullied Madrigal exhausted.

Hearing the voice, Madrigal turned his head sharply and said gloomily, "So you are over there." If you are caught by me, you will die, don't run away if you know each other, I can deal with it leniently. ”

Rou Jia also said gloomily: "I have a hundred ways to shatter your dream of a wealthy family, and today is just a small test." Would you like to give it a try?"

The madrigal did not move. He thought about it for a moment, and when he learned that Roujia was a heart weaver, he was still happy to come, and felt that he could use it for me. Now it seems that it is quite difficult to subdue the Heart Weaver, because Roujia can read emotions and prevail no matter what.

"I have a feeling that you are not simply a scapegoat. Maybe it's the opposite, you try to get your puppet to push you out as a scapegoat, so your puppet becomes a real scapegoat. Pastoral touched his chin and thought, and said, "I'm going to make a report and say that I've found the real spy leader...... That's you, the scapegoat, the Heartweaver. ”

Roujia was silent for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Master, what's wrong with your eyes, I'll take you a towel and put it on you." ”

Pastoral turned over on the spot, thinking that you know how powerful you are.

The madrigal said, "Go away, I don't want you to care." ”

Roujia said: "Master, don't be willful, if you are blind, I don't have the heart to dress up." If you apply a cold compress, your eyes will not be swollen. I'm going to fetch water. Then he went into the bathroom and wrung the towel.

Madrigal sat contentedly on the sofa, lit a cigarette in the dark, and smoked triumphantly, thinking, "Labor and management can't cure you anymore." ”

Roujia smelled the sour smell of machismo. She rolled her eyes in the mirror.

Madrigal smoked half of his cigarette, and when he heard Roujia coughing, he stepped on the cigarette butt after thinking about it. He tilted his head comfortably, being served properly by Roujia, and couldn't help but think: "She is really the most precious treasure in the world when she is gentle." ”

The smell of smoke quickly dissipated, Rou Jia's throat became more comfortable, and she couldn't help but think, "There are no boys in the Heart Weaver, why is he as considerate as he reads my heart." When there are ripples in her heart, she doesn't speak, digests her emotions by herself, and never leaks them to others.

For the next few days, Madrigal unceremoniously closed Roujia in confinement. He was fierce about Roujia, but he was actually afraid that Roujia was wandering around the supply cabin, and if he was taken away, he wouldn't be able to save himself. Roujia also learned to be obedient, changed into a rationed maid dress, and did housework smartly.

When Wu Yu feasted in all directions and pushed the cup to change the lamp, Muge gritted his teeth and carried out the exercise plan. He turned off his phone and walked into the cruiser's training cabin with a large towel. In order to give Teacher Shuna a "dismount", Madrigal would rather not be a person, adjust the training gravity to 5 times, and force himself to adapt to it in two days. Then Madrigal began the 400-meter sprint, high-five push-ups, muscle-destroying squats, all in turn. Under 5 times the gravity, Madrigal's 500 light dust is rapidly lost, and whenever the light dust is exhausted, Madrigal will be caught off guard and stuck to the floor, unable to get up from his hands and feet. No matter how much he yelled, he couldn't leave the floor half a meter, so he could only sweat profusely and stick to the ground, waiting for the light dust to recover.

Because of the strain, Madrigal's exhaustion is getting faster and faster, but the speed of his light dust is also getting faster and faster. On average, every time he overdraws his physical strength, it takes him one second less to return to the dust. At the end of the day, the resurgence cycle of Pastoral was shortened by 13 seconds, which is equivalent to the results of others in a month. But the pain of pushing the limits is indescribable. If Madrigal hadn't been eager to conquer Xanna, if he had a normal state of mind, he would never have been able to last all day in this bitter masochistic training.

Before training, Madrigal also took hormones to ensure that the training results were fully amplified. His Flowing Fire Knife rested aside, and the inscription reflected the cold light:

"Hard work will not succeed, success must work hard!"

Overdraft exercise must be combined with a large amount of nutritional supplements, otherwise the strained body will not be repaired, but will become thinner and thinner. Madrigal spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of high-nutrient food at night and eat 50 baht in one meal.

When I got home, I saw that Roujia was actually drinking porridge. She sprinkled sugar into the porridge and couldn't wait to lower her head to sip, but she was too eager to drink it and was burned again, turning her head and sticking out her tongue.

"You're eating so much, you're still thinking about losing weight at your figure?" Madrigal put the steak on the table and cut off a slice of it and munched on it.

"Li Xingxing has been surrounded by your fleet for three months, and he has long since ordered the ration limit, and he began to starve a month ago. Unexpectedly, when the war ended, you collected all the meat, and we continued to starve. Roujia wiped her lips with a piece of paper and said without raising her head.

Madrigal was silent for a moment, looking at the beef in front of him. He eats 50 baht per meal, spends 4,500 baht on a month's meal, and the remaining 500 baht is not enough to pay the loan, which can be described as stretched. But he felt that Roujia's body and bones might be weaker, and she might get sick if she drank porridge for a long time.

"Give me the porridge. Madrigal sandwiched a steak and went to exchange porridge with Roujia to drink.

"No...... No. I'll just drink porridge. "Roujia is strange, she is not used to pastoral being kind to her for no reason.

"I need carbohydrates for energy when I exercise. Otherwise, the effect of beef is equal to that of white porridge. The poor must have the way of the poor, and the meals should be reasonably matched. The pastoral song was full of words, took away the white porridge from Roujia's hand, and stuffed her with a knife and fork: "Cut very thick, seven ripe, if you don't like it, cut it thoroughly and eat it." ”

Roujia walked to the plate, pulled up her skirt and sat down, and elegantly cut the meat to eat. She shyly lowered her head, avoiding looking up at the madrigal's gaze. Her hair covered her face like a black veil, and she was as demure as a celebrity when she brought food to her mouth with a fork.

Pastoral Ge held the porridge and sat on the bed to look at Roujia: "You are not like a girl from an ordinary family. ”

"I'm ......," Roujia stopped talking, and finally lowered her head and whispered, "My father was destroyed by your fleet, and that battle sealed your victory." ”

Roujia's voice is as thin as spider silk in the wind, clear and beautiful, and it can hazy entangle people's hearts, making people itch because of her, and this feeling of seeming to be there is the most deadly.

Madrigal thought to herself, her immigration documents had indeed been altered, and she was actually a descendant of the top of the rebels, so no wonder she was afraid that I would report to her.

"The war is over, is the war between the two of us over?" asked Madrigal.

"We can't decide our own destiny. "Roujia saw it very clearly.

"No, your fate is in your own hands. After drinking the porridge, Pastoral picked up his share of steak, tilted his head and bitten: "I will bring you meat." You don't allow anyone else into the room while I'm leaving. There are many people who like you, and some of them are my superiors. ”

Rou Jia's heart suddenly surged wild, and provoked him: "So as long as it's a superior, it doesn't matter if you snatch me?"

Pastoral's heart sank, thinking that I didn't have time to make these waves.

But the pretty girl's agitation always works, and it has been tried and tested. When Madrigal heard this provocation, the sweetness of love swelled up in his heart. He viciously bit down a section of steak and said dismissively as he munched on it, "I climbed up desperately just to protect the people around me." ”

"Isn't your dream to marry Bai Fumei? The excuse is good, who are you willing to protect? Your beloved is not the rank of the fleet. Otherwise, you wouldn't have sharpened your head into the fleet. Roujia was dismissive.

"The fleet ruined my home. Madrigal stopped chewing, his empty gaze wandered in the air, and he was stunned for a moment before he lowered his head to eat.