In the gymnasium, there are all kinds of fitness equipments.

Surrounded by huge bamboo windows outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the bamboo shadow whirling, the winter and winter air is even springy.

Jiang Muye is stretching his arm strength under the arm brace, wearing a gray tight sportswear. With his movements, the abdominal muscles, pectoral muscles, biceps...the muscles are perfectly displayed everywhere.

An Xiao's heart instantly waves, and his heart beats in a chaotic rhythm.

As handsome as this, what do women want?

At the same time, she felt regret at the bottom of her heart. If his legs were healthy, this person would be perfect!

But to speak, if he has good legs and feet, he and I probably don't have any intersection.

After all, the powerful Jiangshi Group is in charge. He nodded and there were a lot of ladies waiting in line for selection.

Seeing that An Xiaoxiao stood still, Jiang Muye stopped moving, "Come here."

An Xiaoxiao obediently passed, "Makino."

"Well." Jiang Muye pointed to the towel on the treadmill next to him, "Bring it to me."

An Xiaoxiao took it and glanced past the treadmill, a little sweat dripping from the top.

"Makino, have you run?" An Xiaoxiao exclaimed.

Jiang Muye glanced at her in amazement, "What do you think?"

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, "Oh."

"What do you think?" Jiang Muye slender fingers picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

An Xiaoxiao also felt that she was crazy just now, but there was a crazier idea growing wildly in her mind. She leaned down to look directly into Jiang Muye's eyes and asked.

"Makino, are you actually very healthy, and then pretend that your legs are disabled for some unspeakable reason?"

In Jiang Muye's pair of deep and cold eyes, An Xiaoxiao saw his reflection. In addition, it was endless calm and barren.

Looking at An Xiaoxiao, his face warmed up first.

Just a few steps away, the man's long eyelashes fluttered with the blink of an eye, like a fluttering feather that caused a ripple in An Xiao's heart...

She couldn't help but lick her lips.

After An Xiaoxiao asked that sentence, Jiang Muye's heart beat a beat, and then quickly returned to calm.

As far as the eye can see, her small white and lovely face can be blown up, her bright eyes are full of mischief, and her thin red lips are shiny and bright, full of temptation.

Just the moment she was about to get up, Jiang Muye's hand circumvented her neck, her fingers pressed hard, and their lips were stuck together...

Ann's head was blank for an instant.

The man's lips are very soft, the body smells very good, and there is a little smile in the deep eyes...

Ambiguity continued to ferment in the space, An Xiaoxiao blushed and was overwhelmed.

"Beep..."

The mobile phone shattered the silence in the room, Jiang Muye let go, An Xiaoxiao's eyes blinked, his blushing cheeks reflected in Jiang Muye's eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, "What do you want, answer the phone."

An Xiaoxiao recalled, "Oh!"

Yu Lin called the phone and asked her when she got home. An Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Muye, who was leaning comfortably on the wheelchair.

"Mom asks when to go back?" An Xiaoxiao asked his opinion.

"Get off after breakfast." He tickled the corner of his lips, with a grin between his eyes.

Hanging up the phone, looking at the handsome man like Zhilan Yushu in front of him, An Xiaoxiao smiled.

Jiang Muye looked at her, "What's laughing?"

An Xiaoxiao came over to push his wheelchair and said in a low voice, "This is fine."

Jiang Muye put her words in her ears, her lips slightly tickled, and her heart was inexplicably wanton.