80s: Little Sweet Wife

Helianqing, who had eaten half a bowl of rice, was in much better spirits, and his face became less ill. He ate slowly, pretending to ask casually, "How's Mingshun's recent training going? Can you handle it?"

"Very good, I can bear it." Yan Mingshun answered truthfully.

"I heard that you have practiced all the projects in the base?" Helianqing entered the theme.

Yan Mingshun nodded. Those projects that he used to look very perverted were now as easy as running for him.

Helianqing asked again, "Don't you think those projects are abnormal?"

Yan Mingshun did not change his face. He had already prepared how to explain, and said calmly, "I don't think so, because I can easily complete these projects. These projects are easy for me."

Helianqing smiled and asked sharply, "It's not a small tone, what are you relying on?"

Yan Mingshun said to himself: "Because I have practiced internal skills since I was a child, what you think is a difficult project is just a trivial matter for me."

As he spoke, he stood up, found a brick from the vegetable garden, took half of it with his left hand, and concentrated his energy in his right hand.

Meimei's small mouth opened into an O shape, and she couldn't help but praise: "It's amazing!"

He Lianqing said lightly: "It's nothing special, anyone with more strength can do it."

Meimei was uncomfortable listening to it, so she couldn't help but scolded her: "You are sitting and talking without back pain, why don't you try it? Don't say cut in half, I don't think you can even cut out the seam!"

Helianqing looked at Meimei coldly. Once upon a time, the person he looked at like this—

Nine times out of ten, they have already gone to play chess with the judge!

But--

After having two meals together, Meimei felt that Helianqing was a paper tiger after discovering that the old pervert was a serious picky eater, and there was nothing to fear.

Besides, the old pervert has no power to tie the chicken, and it is also inconvenient to move. She can turn over with one finger, and she is afraid of a hair!

Eyebrows raised to the sky and snorted, even Helianqing's cold eyes were dismissive, and he continued to watch Yan Mingshun's performance.

After Yan Mingshun finished cutting the bricks, he walked under the high wall again. The fence of the farmhouse was a real high wall, even one storey higher. It was a trained special forces soldier. Without tools, it was difficult to cross the wall with bare hands.

Yan Mingshun walked to a distance of less than 20 meters from the wall, took a breath, and ran towards the wall quickly.

I saw that he tapped his toes on the wall several times, just like a climbing ladder, and he passed the high wall so easily, without any aids.

"Wow, Brother Mingshun knows how to do light gong, Brother Mingshun is the best..."

Meimei shouted excitedly and kept applauding.

It was the first time she saw Yan Mingshun show off his kung fu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was an eye-opener, and there was no pride—

Such a powerful man... She is alone...

No one wants to rob her!

He Lianqing glared at her displeasedly, and scolded, "What are you yelling at, you're just climbing the wall, I haven't seen the world!"

"I haven't seen the world before, why don't you open my eyes?" Meimei's expression was so sincere that He Lianqing had to stare.

When he is in good health, let alone climbing a wall, even a small slope, he is barely able to do it!

Because this father of the special forces was a sick child since he was a child, a real weak scholar with no strength to hold his hands. He only had theoretical knowledge.

Yan Mingshun turned in from the outside again, his face did not change, his heart did not beat, but he was slightly panting.

"This is my reliance, what does foster father think?" Yan Mingshun asked confidently.