"Yeah, his coach has tattoos!" Xiao Xingyu's voice was muffled by the fabric, but it became clear again the next second. "There's no one else in China who has that look like him!"
Xiao Xingyu should be taking off his shirt, which should be a pullover shirt.
Zhang Moyan suddenly realized what she was reasoning about and said admiringly, "That tattoo teacher is amazing. He can actually teach such an outstanding apprentice!"
"Of course. The people I personally train will definitely become world champions!"
Zhang Moyan was surprised: "Tattoo Master is your apprentice? You are his teacher?"
"Yeah, don't I look like him? Don't you know that your husband is both smart and brave? That's it, won't you be clinging to me from now on?"
The sound of running water came from the phone. Zhang Moyan guessed that Xiao Xingyu might be taking a shower, so she quickly said, "Are you going to take a shower? Then go ahead and let's stop talking."
The other party was silent for a moment, then asked, "Don't you want to call me while I take a shower?"
This question was very strange, and Zhang Moyan's brain seemed to be controlled at once.
What is the problem?
bath?
Call up?
Why is there still a sentence pattern that makes saying "no" hurtful?
Maybe it’s because I know we’ll break up soon, I really can’t seem to say “no” to this kind of sentence pattern.
I had to try to get down to business: "Tattoo Master learned his skills from you, and now he's the coach of a world champion. So, aren't you their... forefather?"
Xiao Xingyu was amused. "Yeah, are you envious? You don't have to be envious. I also have skills to teach you!"
He seemed to be rubbing his hair with foam.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but reason.
She shook her head rationally: "Me? What can I learn?"
"Don't you like children very much?"
"Yeah."
"I've mastered more than a dozen baby-making techniques. This is my most valuable skill, and I won't pass it on to any boy or girl. I'll only pass it on to you."
Zhang Moyan was choked and subconsciously glanced at the people on the street. It was really hard to imagine that a man was telling her this while taking a shower in broad daylight.
This is really something!
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Moyan's scalp tingled. He adjusted his breathing and brought the topic back on track: "When is your flight tomorrow? I'll pick you up."
After a burst of splashing water, Xiao Xingyu said, "I have to see some friends off tomorrow, so I've booked a flight for the afternoon, and we'll probably land around 5:30. Going to the airport is too tiring, so I'll let Xiaowa do it. Forget the welcome ceremony, and don't prepare any gifts. Just stay home and prepare for battle."
Oh my God, Zhang Moyan really couldn’t take it anymore, her whole ears were burning.
Why would someone say something like this in such a normal tone...
"I, I have something to do now. You should take a shower first. You are not allowed to call me again tonight!"
I hung up the phone without saying anything, and my heart was still pounding long after I hung up.
Looking at her own appearance through the mirror decorations of the high-end clothing stores along the street, her face turned red as blood.
He rubbed his face and his eyes were attracted by a model in the window.
The plastic model with perfect body proportions was wearing a bud green mini dress.
It is super low-cut, with the skirt just reaching the crotch, and lace hollowing on both sides of the waist, which is both pure and sexy.
Zhang Moyan stared at the dress in a trance. If she were as rich as a country, she would definitely give Xiao Xingyu all the best things in the world, but she didn't. If this is what he wants, then take it!
But, she has never worn clothes with so little fabric...
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