He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Systematically learning self-defense skills is not something that can be achieved overnight, especially at the beginning, which is the most difficult stage. As a result, Qiao Wangshu did not go to the consortium to study for nearly a month.

Crawling and rolling every day, various repetitive muscle training, confrontation training...

Injuries are common.

But Mo Beichen was heartbroken!

But Mo Beichen did not stop.

Since I have promised her and hired a professional coach for her, I must let her learn well.

Anything can be let go.

When it comes to matters concerning your life and property, you must never be careless.

Qiao Wangshu spent the entire National Day holiday learning self-defense. Mo Beichen didn't go to the consortium, so he occasionally watched her training. It's not that he didn't want to accompany her, he just couldn't bear to watch it. He watched from the side, and his heart ached every time she fell. If she had a scratch, he wanted to go over and call for a stop, and carry her away.

That's it.

Rather than standing by and feeling terribly distressed.

Just don't go and see it.

After National Day.

Every business is extremely busy.

Mo Beichen was busy for more than half a month and also flew to Country M to attend a summit, which lasted seven days.

When he returned home, Qiao Wangshu had been studying for more than a month and had lost a lot of weight, but his skin was still as fair as before. His movements were much stronger than they were more than a month ago, and the number of injuries was also decreasing.

That day was Saturday.

Mo Beichen did not go to the consortium, but went to the martial arts arena to see Qiao Wangshu.

Maybe because her study condition had improved a lot and she wasn't so easily bumped into or bruised anymore, Mo Beichen actually stayed with her for the entire morning.

After lunch break.

Qiao Wangshu continued.

Mo Beichen actually did it himself this time. After waking up from his nap, he changed into suitable clothes.

Qiao Wangshu was surprised: "You're training against me? Teach me in person?"

Mo Beichen was very serious: "Yeah."

Qiao Wangshu thought that he would definitely let him win, so he just treated it as playing with him, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

after that.

Qiao Wangshu almost cried!

Not to mention letting her off, someone simply treated her like a vicious criminal and showed her no mercy!

Mr. Mo San was teaching in person. Wen Lan sat in the rest area on one side, drinking tea expressionlessly, without any interest. Wen Zhu found the best viewing spot. Between men and women, especially between lovers, teaching or something, it's just those stinky men trying to get intimate with the women. Just like in the movies, the real purpose is not to drink, it's called teaching, but it's actually flirting.

There are too many rumors about Mr. Mo San and Miss Qiao in the outside world.

Not everyone has the opportunity to eat melons up close, so Wen Zhu certainly can’t miss it!

Sweet love.

Uh ~

however.

Wen Zhu watched for a few minutes, his three views were shattered, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

Master Mo San...

He is really not an ordinary person!

Where are the romantic and beautiful scenes in the movie?

Sweet and sweet?

Tired and sick?

Is this guy really here to fight?

Qiao Wangshu thought Mo Beichen would definitely let her win, so she didn't pay much attention before the start. But the big devil started with a ruthless move, which was fierce and accurate, and went straight to the vital point. Qiao Wangshu didn't have time to think about it, and raised her hand to block. Seeing that he was serious, she didn't dare to neglect it. She also thought that maybe all martial artists are like this, and they will never do it casually when they say they are teaching.

The moves between the two were so fast that it was dazzling.

Wen Zhu wanted to eat melons and eat sweets at first, but then he was attracted by Master Mo San's skills.

People said he was in poor health, but I didn't expect he was so skilled.

Although he didn't seem to be letting up and was very serious, he was obviously holding back. This kind of sparring is actually more difficult to control than going all out, and requires very solid basic skills.

interesting!

Wen Lan, who was originally sitting on the side drinking tea, also stood up.

Wen Zhu saw her coming over and nudged her with her elbow: "Sister, which of the rumors outside is true? Which is false? Some people say that Mr. Mo is treating Miss Qiao as a breeding machine, some say that Mr. Mo is playing with Miss Qiao's feelings and never thought of marrying her, and some say that Miss Qiao has bewitched Mr. Mo... There are all kinds of versions. But in my opinion, Mr. Mo must be sincere to Miss Qiao. These moves look scary, with murderous intent at every step, but he holds back his strength, for fear of hurting her. He has good intentions."

Wen Lan was very frugal with words and commented, "Not bad."

Wen Zhushen agreed: "You can tell at first glance that he is a martial artist. Most of the people in power in wealthy families have been practicing since childhood. It's normal."

Wen Lan said expressionlessly: "You can't beat him."

Wen Zhu said “hmm”.

Wen Lan muttered to herself: "I can't last more than ten moves."

Wen Zhu smiled and said, "Great, great, I know you are great!"

About an hour later.

Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu both stopped.

Mo Beichen handed Qiao Wangshu a towel: "Are you tired?"

Qiao Wangshu took it, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat from his face and neck.

Mo Beichen stood close to her and looked down at her: "If you are in danger, the criminals will not give you any chance."

Qiao Wangshu understood the deep meaning of his words: "I know, you just said that you would accompany me for confrontation training and teach me personally. I thought you wanted to take the opportunity to... I am narrow-minded. Serious men are more attractive. I know that my Achen is the best man in the world."

Mo Beichen's lips curled up.

A little woman's flattery.

The big devil obviously enjoyed it very much.

next moment.

Qiao Wangshu's feet suddenly fell empty and he was already in his arms.

She subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck and winked at him.

The man's voice was low and intoxicating: "That's all for today, go back and rest."

Qiao Wangshu thought about the few times she and him had spent together in the past month. It was finally the weekend, and she practiced all morning. She had just practiced for more than an hour, and it was almost done. It would be nice to accompany him, so she nodded.

Mo Beichen held her and walked all the way back to the manor owner's villa.

Go straight up to the second floor, to Qiao Wangshu’s bedroom.

Mo Beichen put her on the small sofa: "I'll apply medicine for you."

She had suffered a lot of injuries during this period of time, and he helped her apply medicine.

He quickly brought over the medicine box.

When men and women fight, most of the pain is concentrated in the legs.

He held the ointment and obviously knew where she was injured. He said seriously, "Roll up your pants."

Qiao Wangshu rolled up his trouser legs obediently.

Sweatpants, very loose and not fussy.

Mo Beichen took a small stool, held her legs, and gently placed them on the stool, then bent his knees and half-knelt on the carpet...

He was tall, with a handsome, cold, and noble face, half-kneeling in front of her. Qiao Wangshu felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. This man would probably only act like this in front of her.

She had just done intense exercise, and her body was sweating, her skin was delicate, and her whole body was hot. His fingers, which were always cool, were inevitably irritating when they fell on her skin.

Qiao Wangshu had bruises on his calves and thighs.

Mo Beichen applied the medicine to her quickly and gently.

Qiao Wangshu was originally staring at his face in fascination, when the medicine suddenly covered the bruises, causing a stinging pain. She was caught off guard and cried out in pain: "Ah...hiss..."

Her voice had a lingering aftertaste.

Mo Beichen didn't have any amorous thoughts and looked at her face: "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Wangshu gritted his teeth and said, "It's... it's okay."

Mo Beichen frowned with distress: "After applying the medicine, I will help you stretch your muscles and bones, and you will feel much better."