The reborn male god will not come down

So for a long time after that, the two of them really just ate like this, neither of them opened their mouths to speak, and there was no time to talk at all. After a few quick bites, the subsequent performance was also good, and the two elegantly ate all the meat on the table along the way.

Shen Yimo took a sip of the red wine that the servant had poured before, and felt that it was too satisfying and satisfying. After eating such a meal, he would have nothing to ask for in his life...

Hanguang also put down the knife and fork contentedly, and asked him, "How is it? Are you ready to eat? If it's not enough, you can ask them to bring some more."

"No need." Shen Yimo stood up slowly, feeling that his movements were a little sluggish, "I want to take a walk to digest food."

"Alright then," Han Guang also got up, "Come and go to another place with me."

As he said that, he took the lead and left, that is called a light-footed one, and Young Master Shen followed behind and moved slowly, feeling like a half-disabled person...

Hanguang took Shen Yimo up to the third floor. The latter held on to the handrail all the way and panted twice when he got up to the top. In the two lifetimes combined, he had never walked so strenuously. Compared with the rooms on the second floor, the rooms on the third floor seemed like Much less, Hanguang pushed open the door of a room, and as soon as the scenery inside came into view, Shen Yimo let out an exclamation.

"Wow……"

This room is larger than the previous bedroom, and it houses all kinds of... sports equipment.

Treadmills, ping-pong tables, badminton nets, barbells, horizontal bars, parallel bars, tennis rackets, footballs... There are nearly [-] items in total, of which the ping-pong tables and badminton nets are set on the innermost side, and there are There's a fair amount of space so it doesn't feel crowded at all, and the equipment and balls are kept around the edges of the room so they're always there when you need them.

"You usually exercise here?" Shen Yimo was dumbfounded again. The only piece of exercise equipment in their new home was a treadmill. I didn't expect this man's home to be so colorful 17 years ago. It's no wonder This young master is good at all the projects he makes.

"Yeah, come here to play if you have nothing to do. Don't you want to digest?" He pointed to a large open space in front of him, "This is reserved for walking."

Shen Yimo didn't know what to say, and asked with difficulty: "Then, let's start now?"

Hanguang smiled: "Is there anything you can do here? Besides running and kicking ball? Ah, you can't count shuttlecock as you know it, at least you have to be able to kick [-] kicks. As for kicking, I think your footwork is not bad. , It’s just that our class has no strength to fight against it.”

"..." Shen Yimo exhausted all his stamina to hold back his defense. He just took a step forward and looked through all the equipment again and said to him, "Then let's go to the barbell. According to your standard, it should be lifted above the head." Forget it? I can still try this, in fact, I can also play badminton, but I guess you don’t like the technique.”

"The barbells here range from ten kilograms to one hundred kilograms. Which one can you lift?"

"..." If you ask me that in 17 years, I will tell you at least... 13 to [-] kilograms should be ok, but I'm only [-] years old now, so it's really hard to say...

"I'll try it."

After Shen Yimo finished speaking, he walked towards the row of barbells, which were arranged according to size. He tried to lift the smallest one according to the standard posture of the weightlifters he watched on TV... let alone actually lift it up!

When I was happy, I started to try the [-]kg barbell again, but it was very strenuous, and I couldn’t even pass through my chest. He now weighs less than [-] kilograms, and this barbell weighs [-] kilograms, so he can lift it up...

Hanguang also walked over, skipped him and the [-]kg barbell, picked up the [-]kg barbell, lifted it steadily over his head with the same movement as him, and then gently put it back on the ground.

"..." Shen Yimo really wanted to pull this man over to see if there was nothing on his arm other than muscles...

Hanguang straightened up and smiled at him: "I think you should walk."

Shen Yimo: "...just go, you and I will go together."

"Okay." Hanguang readily agreed.

So the two of them really circled in this open space, and the circle is not short, it must be about 50 meters, although Shen Yimo thinks that their wandering spirit-like movements are actually stupid enough , but his current actions are not as strenuous as before. Lifting a barbell has already helped him digest a lot of things.

After walking for a while, he said, "By the way, are uncle and aunt going to work today?"

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't seen his parents for so long. They were the driver and a few servants. It seemed that his parents were the kind who were very busy with work and didn't have a holiday. Today was still a day off.

"Uncle and aunt?" Hanguang frowned, a little puzzled.

"It's your parents, I should meet them too." Shen Yimo said in his heart as if he had met his parents in advance.

"That's not necessary, they won't come back after you leave." Han Guang tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Why? Do they get off work so late? They don't even come back for dinner?" Shen Yimo believed that Hanguang would invite him to dinner.

For some reason, Hanguang didn't answer right away, but thought for a while before saying, "No, it's because they are not in China."

"..." Shen Yimo stopped unconsciously, "You mean they have all gone abroad? You are the only one in this family?"

Han Guang also had to stand where he was, and smiled: "Why are you so surprised? Besides, I'm not the only one in this house, there are also the housekeeper and the driver's servant. You make it sound like I live in a haunted house Yes, since I was in elementary school...it seems to be the third grade, they left and haven't come back for so many years."

"..." Shen Yimo saw him talking about this topic in a nonchalant manner, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, but he suddenly remembered many things, including his saying that his parents would not care about it. Does he come home with injuries, including that he doesn’t go home to eat and doesn’t need to explain to his family, including that he doesn’t go to school, fights with a bunch of people everywhere, and maybe smokes and drinks and goes to Internet cafes...

A pain that he had never felt before suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, which made him a little unable to stand.

"I said, are you still going?" Han Guang looked at him who was still standing still, speechless.

Shen Yimo let out a breath and took another step.

But from this moment on, his good mood seemed to disappear out of thin air. Even though he was still not frowning, and could continue to talk with the people around him with a smile on his face, his heart always felt a heavy oppressive feeling, which almost made people feel uncomfortable. can not breath.

It's hard to imagine how this person got here all these years. A child without parents would... Of course, I can't say how hard it is for him, and he seems to be enjoying himself. No one cares, how much How happy to be free, you can mess around as much as you want, without the cooperation of parents, the authority of school teachers is like air, you can trample on it at will.

But... every time I see this person talking about these things happily, thinking of the scars on his body when he was lying on his bed that day, I will especially want to hug him in my arms.

As he was walking, Shen Yimo suddenly let out an "ouch", bent down while clutching his stomach, and pressed his other hand on his back, with a rather uncomfortable expression on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Guang walked back to him and reached out to hold his arm.

"Oh, it hurts me to death," a certain person put his hands on Hanguang's shoulders in this posture, like a koala, "I just obviously ate too much and my stomach hurts, I took the barbell too hard and stretched my back, and now both sides hurt together, my God..."

"Then what should we do?" Hanguang asked worriedly without doubting him, "Shall I call the doctor for you?"

"No, no, no, just take a break." A certain person moved behind Hanguang again, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, and thumping his back with the other pretendingly, and then Putting it on his waist, leaning his head against Hanguang's back, he complained, "Oh my God, this is really not a human thing, it hurts so much..."

At the same time, I said in my heart that it was really comfortable. It would be better if I hugged it from the front, and it would be better if it was a little tighter. If I hugged it like this and lie on the bed, it would be the best...

Hanguang patted his wrist: "You, it's just that you lack exercise. You should run more in the future, at least 1000 meters a day."

Shen Yimo: "...please spare me!" while getting closer to him.

The heights of the two are about the same, and Shen Yimo didn't take too much effort in this movement, so he enjoyed it with peace of mind, and after a while Han Guang asked again: "Is it better?"

"No, I'm still in pain." Someone who was still relying on others dragged out a long voice.

"Then are you still going?"

"Let's go, why don't you take me with you." Someone looked at the back of the head of the person in front of him expectantly.

"Okay." Hanguang didn't refuse, and really took a step in this posture, a certain koala followed immediately, and the two walked in unison, as if they were connected together.

Hanguang finally gave a wry smile and said, "It's really stupid of us to do this."

"Really? I don't think so." It was rare for a certain person to be so close to the male god, and his happiness was almost bubbling.

"Then do you still eat at noon like this?"

"Of course I want to eat, aren't you ready?"

"It's ready, but now I'm going to consider asking them to change the dish and give you a vegetarian one." Hanguang pursed his lips and said.

"No," someone immediately "begged" with a bitter face, "Your meat is so delicious, I can't get enough of it."

Hanguang shook his head, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

After walking around the house three times, Hanguang stopped, turned around and pulled Shen Yimo's hand off his body, and looked at his watch: "It's ten twenty, it's time for lunch at our house It's eleven forty-five, is there anything else you want to play?"

Shen Yimo was still regretting the separation from him, and now she blinked curiously: "Where would you take me without you?"

"follow me."