"Mom, let's wait until tomorrow. Aunt Chen has two little girls to take care of. Have you eaten yet? We need to prepare stuffing for tomorrow in the afternoon. We need to prepare more!" Zhang Heng said quickly, suddenly understanding something in a certain book.
I have seen words, one lie needs countless lies to make up for it!
"Yes, son, you are right. I have been so busy that I haven't eaten yet. Adults can bear with it, but children can't go hungry. Cheng, mom is going to close the stall now. The pork is almost sold out!" The mother continued.
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Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I get off work at six o'clock."
"Okay, take your time on the way back, Mom is waiting for you to eat together!"
"Yes!" Zhang Heng nodded in response.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Heng suddenly felt that it might be more convenient to have a separate place. Otherwise, he would have to avoid his family every time he brought things in and out of the space. Hiding the tiger meat on the lower floor of the cabinet was not an option, and the remaining tiger meat in the space would not be the best option.
You have to take it out quickly, otherwise it will rot over time, which would be a shame.
He nodded and put it aside for the time being. It was better to go to work peacefully now, but he really couldn't find anything to do at this time. Although the time for daydreaming passed quickly, he felt that it was not appropriate.
Isn’t it like what the old man in the village said, and the work points are wasted for nothing!
Thinking of this, he didn't go back to the office. Although he was anxious to surf the Internet, he still endured it. He had learned to be patient over the years!
After thinking about it, he walked to the fitness area and saw a row of treadmills. He knew this and could understand the simple equipment, but he didn't know how to use the larger equipment. Several customers had already arrived.
They were all dressed neatly, they were all women, and they were just using the treadmill.
After passing through the fitness area, Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly lit up. Fitness instructor Fu Rong was hitting the sandbag with eye-catching muscles. The sandbag was the kind used by boxers on TV, and there were soft mats on the ground. This was perfect for his current situation.
I asked, the reality is no better than the original space, if you really fall and get injured, you won’t be able to recover in a short time.
"Director Zhang, are you interested in coming over to play? I almost forgot that Director Zhang is in charge of security. He must be a master. How about we two practice some tricks?" Furong opened her big face and shook her gloved hands.
Fist, there is some playfulness in the eyes, and there is a hint of provocation!
Zhang Heng was suddenly excited. Of course it was not visual. He was just worried about not having a chance to use the venue, and wanted to test the combat effectiveness of his real body, so he said along the way: "Okay, but can you lend me some cloth so I can bandage the wound?"
." Although the wound no longer hurts, I am still afraid of bleeding.
"Why, your hand is really injured? I thought it was just for decoration!" Furong asked in surprise.
Zhang Heng was stunned, but when he looked at his right hand, it could easily be mistaken for a decoration, and said: "It's just a small injury, it doesn't affect it!"
"Okay, then come up and play a few hands together to show me!" Furong's eyes became more playful, and then she left the venue to find cloth strips and boxing gloves.
Zhang Heng nodded, but only took a piece of cloth, quickly wrapped it around his right hand, then took off the ring on his left hand and put it into his bag, "That's it!"
"You don't wear gloves?" Furong asked in surprise.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "No, I like the feeling of punching the flesh." This is true, the feeling of punching the beast is really good.
Furong was stunned for a moment, thinking that this young man was really a master? But she was immediately relieved. What kind of strength could such a bamboo pole figure have? She weighed two hundred and eight pounds. Her worries were completely unnecessary, but she said: "Listen
Did you say, Manager Zhang, that you use a knife?" Although he was asking, his tone was joking.
Zhang Heng didn't think much about it and said honestly: "Well, let me take off the knife first, otherwise it will be inconvenient!" After saying that, he squatted down and pulled out the two butcher knives tied to his calves and put them aside.
Furong was stunned again, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. Although she felt that she was very powerful with her fists, she didn't know how to use a knife.
At this time, Zhang Heng had already stood up and started to move his hands and feet. Reality is no better than space. His body is too weak. If he does not move, he will easily get injured. The biology teacher said that lactic acid will be produced and cause muscle soreness the next day!
"Crack!" There was a crunching sound of bones in Zhang Heng's body. It was not bad. There were two more crunching sounds. It seemed that eating meat and drinking blood these days was very effective. He thought about it and said: "I can take off my clothes."
Well, if the activities are not held, it will not affect the image of the club!"
Furong herself was wearing a tank top, and most of her breasts were trained into muscles. Naturally, men wouldn't care if they were naked, "No problem, even if there are many customers, they will be naked!"
Zhang Heng was overjoyed, but he was really worried that it would be bad if he moved too much and tore his brand new work clothes. The material of this clothes is very good, and it must be very expensive!
He slowly took off his tie, took off his shirt, and took off the blood wolf teeth hanging around his neck, covering it under his shirt. He tried to make his muscles bulge, but there were still ribs on his chest. On the surface, he looked really thin.
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Suddenly, Zhang Heng Zhuangruo beat his chest crazily, and then roared: "Ouch!" The voice suddenly increased by N decibels, looking crazy and cruel!
Furong instinctively took a step back. This roar actually scared her. It reminded her of a wild beast roaring. What a domineering roar! When she saw Zhang Heng, his eyes suddenly changed. They were cold and crazy, and his face was ferocious.
He looked extremely confident, which was completely different from Myanmar's previous expression.
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"What's going on?" Several customers who were running suddenly stopped, "This roar? It sounds so scary!"
"It's Zhang Heng." Ouya paused with his hands and hurriedly looked for the source of the sound.
Fu Mei was suddenly stunned, "What's going on? Who is yelling, why does it sound familiar?"
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Zhang Heng suddenly felt a turbid air rising in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out. He held back the punch in the morning, but in the end he didn't hit the thief's head according to his intention. He hadn't gone into the forest to hunt wild beasts for a long time in the primitive space. At this time
I feel extremely excited mentally, and I just want to have a good fight to feel relieved!
"Ouch... come on!" He bent his body, pulled out his legs the next moment, and jumped heavily into the field. The mat was a little soft, but it didn't affect his footsteps.
Furong suddenly hesitated a little. She didn't know if she should fight a few times, because looking at Zhang Heng's current state, it was obvious that she wanted to fight for real. She was just a fitness coach and had never really fought...
"Sister Furong, Director Zhang, are you going to fight?" Several other fitness instructors ran over.
"Coach, what do you want?" Several guests also rushed over at this time.
"Zhang Heng, calm down, don't be impulsive!" Ouya ran over. Although she had seen Zhang Heng's violent side on the bus, Sister Furong's figure was so majestic that she couldn't beat Zhang Heng no matter what.
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"Zhang Heng, what are you doing?" Fu Mei also arrived.
PS: Please collect and recommend! Two brothers have voted for the big update, so I can only apologize for the time being. After the Spring Festival, there should be time to update with 10,000 words!
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