"As long as you make the ring follow the fist, can you ......?"

When Ling Wei threw the iron ring into Chen Yang's arms, he muttered to himself, he couldn't wait to start practicing.

Although he was injured on his body, he was punched by Ling Wei just now, and most of his ribs were broken again.

But Chen Yang, it doesn't matter.

The big deal is death, as long as you can't die, you will practice to death.

Without any sense of ceremony, Chen Yang immediately went to the backyard and began to compete with the iron ring.

Ling Wei didn't mean to point him out, as if she liked to watch him practice blindly.

She walked into the room on her own and took out a large watermelon from the refrigerator.

Click!

A one-handed split.

The strong internal force directly shakes the watermelon open, forming a perfect two halves.

Taking out the spoon, Ling Wei came to the backyard with two halves of watermelons.

"Xiao Huan, do you eat watermelon?"

"I want to eat!"

Qin Xiaohuan chuckled, took the half of the watermelon from Ling Wei's hand, held it in her arms with satisfaction, scooped it with a spoon and ate it, watching her father in the yard practice martial arts while eating.

Ling Wei also slowly sat down beside her, eating melons and talking to her at the same time.

One big and one small, Ling Wei and Xiao Huan sat side by side on the corridor.

Both of their feet were hanging in the air, swinging back and forth rhythmically, and they looked very cute for a while.

But all this did not affect Chen Yang.

Whether it is a woman or a daughter, it will not affect his pursuit of martial arts.

……

There is no sun and moon in cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, the night was deep.

The two of them, one big and one small, sat in the corridor eating watermelon with great interest at the beginning, and finally fell asleep with their shoulders on their shoulders.

Chen Yang gasped and threw the iron ring on the ground with a clatter.

From the time he came back at six o'clock last night, it is now three o'clock in the morning.

In one breath, he practiced for nearly nine hours.

It's tiring, it's crazy, and it's ridiculous.

He is in his thirties, and he is still desperate.

If a young man in his twenties sees this, he will only laugh at his childishness.

"What are you tossing when you're in your thirties?"

"There's no rush, uncle!"

"Honestly accept your fate!"

Sentence after sentence of voices that only existed in fantasy kept ringing in Chen Yang's head, and he tried to repel them, because he knew that these were the heart turbidity, or it could be called the heart demon.

After resting in place for a while, Chen Yang calmed down and dragged his tired body to Ling Wei's side.

Xiao Huan was already asleep, she hugged Ling Wei's shoulders tightly, and her little head was completely buried in her gentle embrace.

Ling Wei also unconsciously hugged Xiao Huan gently.

Chen Yang squatted down lightly and looked at the two of them.

"If you were Xiao Huan's mother, it would be great."

For no reason, Chen Yang sighed softly, then silently picked up his daughter, turned around and entered the house.

……

In the next few days, Chen Yang had been contemplating his cultivation in the Mid-Levels Villa.

Xingyi Quan is divided into 36 types and 72 changes, Chen Yang wants to practice the 36 types first, and then talk about going out to find a martial arts hall.

Ling Wei has been accompanying him for the past few days, and took the time to help Xiao Huan find a new school, and personally drove her to school.

The things she did made Chen Yang grateful.

He has been worried about his daughter since he was a child, and he knows how troublesome it is to take care of children.

But for such a girl who has nothing to do with her, Ling Wei has done everything that a mother should do.

In fact, every day Ling Wei not only picks up and drops off the children, but also cooks, washes, and cleans the room for Chen Yang.

Her various actions made Chen Yang feel extremely magical.

Where is this Miss Longmen, it is clearly the same as the Longmen maid.

It wasn't until five days later that it was evening.

"Ho!"

In the backyard, Chen Yang was shirtless and threw a punch forward!

After this period of exercise, his muscles are already very terrifying.

And with this punch, the nine iron rings on his arms suddenly rushed forward in unison.

Syllable!

A crisp and neat voice came, and Chen Yang looked at his arm in disbelief.

There, nine hoops, for the first time, were perfectly tightened together!

This is the first time that he has been able to release his strength for nearly a week, day and night, and successfully stretched the nine iron rings together!

"Have you done it?"

Chen Yang felt a burst of excitement in his heart, and he was so relaxed for a second-

Bang.

The heavy iron ring on the arm was loose again.

"Oops!"

Chen Yang secretly screamed in his heart, so he quickly re-posed his posture and punched again.

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

Repeating the routine just now three times in a row, but to Chen Yang's chagrin, the iron ring in his hand was never tightened again!

"Why can't it be?"

Chen Yang was anxious and wanted to try again.

Suddenly.

Ling Wei, who was sitting in the corridor, spoke softly:

"At this time, it's time to stop, don't be brutal."

She rarely mentored Chen Yang.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Yang knew that he had definitely reached the key point of cultivation.

Pulling a towel to wipe his sweat, Chen Yang put on a vest and came to the corridor to sit down, and next to Ling Wei was a fruit bowl with a plate full of cherries.

"Come, open your mouth."

As soon as Chen Yang sat down, Ling Wei picked one up with one hand and brought it to his mouth.

The promenade, the evening breeze, the sunset, and her.

To be honest, Chen Yang is already satisfied with his death at this moment.

He reached out and took the cherry, and suddenly asked her with some curiosity.

"Ling Wei, why are you so good to me during this time?"

Ling Wei was stunned: "What? ”

"I said, why do you take care of me so much, it's so meticulous." Chen Yang suddenly wanted to explain.

But she was clearly surprised.

"Where did I take care of you?"

Chen Yang looked at her: "Then why do I always have half a glass of milk and half a cake on the table every morning when I come back from a run?" ”

Ling Wei opened her mouth and came: "Because that's what I left." ”

Chen Yang's face darkened. Continue to ask her, "Then why, you cook for me every day at noon and at night?" ”

Ling Wei: "You think too much, I made it for myself, so I just added an extra pair of chopsticks to you......"

Chen Yang still didn't give up: "Then my clothes and socks, why do you help me wash them and clean up my room every day?" ”

Ling Wei: "I'm sorry, I have a cleanliness fetish......"

Chen Yang fell silent, and finally asked her, "Then why did you send Xiaohuan to school?" ”

Ling Wei: "She's at home, so noisy ......"

Chen Yang: "......"

After a long time, he thought that Ling Wei's sincerity to himself turned out to be self-inflicted.

Ling Wei seemed to see through his thoughts, and smiled lightly:

"You, you were tortured too hard by your wife."

"Do you think there is a possibility that people like me are normal?"

As soon as he said this, Chen Yang seemed to understand.

That's true.

All this is not because Ling Wei is too good, but because Qin Lan is too strange.

Let's ask which woman can be like Qin Lan, she doesn't go to the kitchen once a year, she can eat 8,000 takeaways a month, the floor can not be mopped for three months, her daughter can not ask for a semester, and even her bra can be thrown on the sofa for two weeks without washing, and it can be left to stink......

Chen Yang was used to Qin Lan, and when he was with a normal and clean girl like Ling Wei, he felt that people were deliberately taking care of him.

"Well, I misunderstood you." Chen Yang smiled a little embarrassedly, but was still curious, "Then you have been in Zhonghai for two months...... Don't you go to work? ”

Speaking of this, Ling Wei's expression suddenly became a little lonely.

She didn't answer, just turned her head to the side and looked at the sunset in the distance.

"I'm on vacation."

Chen Yang asked tentatively, "Are you running away from something, or are you really on vacation?" ”

"It's all there." She replied noncommittally.

"Then since it's a vacation, will you go back one day?"

This time she was silent for a longer period of time, and finally nodded.

She was afraid that Chen Yang would be sad, so she had avoided talking about this topic for the past two months.

But Chen Yang was very open-minded and comforted her with a smile:

"There is no banquet in the world, I never thought that I could meet you again in this life, every day I can be with you now is earned, even if you leave, I don't feel a loss."

"Besides, one day, I will also go to Longmen."

Hearing this, Ling Wei suddenly turned her head.

The sunset shone warmly on her face, very beautiful.

And she smiled sweetly.

Caught off guard, he leaned over and pecked lightly on Chen Yang's face.

Moment.

Chen Yang, who is in his thirties, has the same red face as a middle school student......

"This time, reward you for what you just said."

"When you really get to Longmen, I'll take you to play something more exciting."

Ling Wei's eyes were sly, and she twisted her shoulders mischievously.

There is nothing nice to twist the shoulder, the beautiful one is below the shoulder, and Chen Yang noticed it in an instant.

Just by looking at it, it almost exploded on the spot.

"Honestly, I haven't promised you yet."

Ling Wei noticed his gaze, snorted lightly, and shook her little fist demonstratively.

Chen Yang looked at the white fist.

It's cute, but it's really deadly.

He smiled wryly and put away his thoughts, but soon frowned:

"Ling Wei, you haven't told me yet, what kind of organization is Longmen, and what are you doing?"

Speaking of this, Ling Wei hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look at the sunset and the city in the distance.

"You are now counted as half of my apprentices, and you are also counted as a national art entered, and it is not impossible to tell you what the Dragon Gate is."