Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

Song Jiao's question was really a thunderbolt blow, which stopped Xu Jinzhao from eating soup with a spoon.

She immediately denied: "No, I'm fine."

Xu Jinzhao is indeed a bit guilty, she doesn't have a small belly, but she has been a bit too indulgent recently, her diet is not temperate, and she doesn't exercise much, except for running, she has almost nothing else.

The work is very busy, and she does not have enough energy to distract and pay attention to the calorie intake and balanced ratio of the diet.

For the same reason, she didn't have the energy to do more anaerobic exercise, so she reduced her requirements to jogging every day.

Although Xu Jinzhao did not take care of her skin and hair as deliberately as [Xu Jinzhao] in the past, she was forced to develop the habit of exercising since she was a child, and she was dragged out of bed by her parents for morning jogs.

This kind of life has always been maintained. Later, she also intentionally planned scientific strength training to make her body healthier and stronger, so as to resist the damage caused by years of art work.

It is impossible to be as fit as an athlete, but Xu Jinzhao's figure is pretty good among ordinary people.

After all, she is not born with bad genes, and her waistline is obvious, and she will feel more powerful if she trains her abdominal muscles a little bit. Xu Jinzhao looks happy to herself.

During the early days of becoming [Xu Jinzhao], she noticed some subtle changes that she couldn't explain clearly.

This body seems to be gradually synchronizing with her as the soul living inside changes, which is basically a good aspect.

For example, the red mole that shows Xu Jinzhao's identity is one of the important signs for her to confirm that she is different from [Xu Jinzhao] and will not be confused.

He also retained the healthy hands and back of [Xu Jinzhao], but it was not the same as Xu Jinzhao's old disease and injury caused by holding a paintbrush and sitting on an easel all the year round.

[Xu Jinzhao] loves pleasure and has no habit of exercising. Xu Jinzhao clearly remembers that her body didn't have obvious muscle lines at the beginning, but later when Xu Jinzhao looked in the mirror, she suddenly realized that her body was more and more like herself.

After all, she had just picked up this body for exercise not long ago, so it is impossible to have such an obvious effect, and it can only be attributed to metaphysics.

However, after Xu Jinzhao's good exercise habits of combining the two came to Hwaseong and started the work of Wanwutong, he began to lose his grip.

She is extremely busy every day. She either takes the lead in making phone calls from morning to night to try to attract users, or she is thinking hard about planning for the future, looking for investors to introduce her projects, and she is in a state of overdrawn energy every day.

Xu Jinzhao is so tired that he just wants to fall asleep, and he can't do anaerobic regularly. He can only go out for a jog every day to keep the basic bottom line.

But everyone who has ever worked out knows that once the maintenance is stopped, all the clear outlines will gradually disappear, and the original beautiful and stylish body will degenerate, and it will no longer be as good-looking as it was at the peak.

Even if you don't keep your mouth firmly under control, and still maintain the previous calorie intake, oh well.

Xu Jinzhao, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to see that his body fat percentage was gradually increasing visible to the naked eye, was caught by Song Jiao's sharp question.

She was very flustered, the emperor's new clothes were torn, although the figure underneath was not too out of shape, but there was no guarantee that one day she would really have a small belly.

Xu Jinzhao emphasized: "No, I won't have a belly, and my waistline is very stable."

Song Jiao looked even more skeptical, and the Omega on the opposite side narrowed her eyes to look at her, and said, "An explanation is a cover-up, and your cover-up skills are not good enough for me."

Xu Jinzhao couldn't eat any more delicious pancakes, and the small piece of scallion pancake left in her hand seemed to have become the belly of the future, which woke her up from her dream.

This used to be a self-disciplined man with abs!

Xu Jinzhao struggled to put down the pancakes, pushed away the soup bowl, and learned from the painful experience: "Don't eat, save it until night. I'm going to mix some vegetables now, I have to eat grass, eat protein, and then exercise."

Song Jiao didn't expect the idiot wife to be so unscrupulous, and she wanted to run to graze on the problem that could be solved by lifting up her clothes and verifying herself.

She didn't think that Xu Jinzhao really had a small belly. When she was in Juzhou, Song Jiao had seen her changing clothes with her back turned to her in the rearview mirror.

For a tall, basic-framed girl like Xu Jinzhao, Alpha's waist was extremely slender, and the lines were so tight that Song Jiao couldn't move her eyes.

She thought about it for a while, and thought that there was a high probability that the other party had relatively high requirements for her own body shape, so she chose to immediately restrict her diet and strengthen exercise under stimulation, instead of showing herself to her.

Song Jiao made a mistake, but she was still not reconciled.

She weighed "No, no, you really have a belly" and "Don't worry, I'm joking", and chose the Huairou route.

"The mutton soup is not good if it is cooled, it will smell fishy, ​​and the scallion pancake will not be crispy when it is cooled. It is a pity to waste such a good soup and pancake."

Seeing that Xu Jinzhao hesitated and struggled, Song Jiao said again: "I was just joking with you just now, it is normal to have a small belly like Yu Lan's. You have enough self-discipline in your life and run every day. I think you must be in good shape."

After a lot of teasing and flattering, the scheming Omega got to the point: "You kept exercising in Juzhou before, and the weather was cold, so you didn't have a chance to show your figure in light clothes."

Xu Jinzhao vowed: "In the future, no matter how tired you are, you must do strength training. A person's slack starts with giving up one of many things."

Song Jiao put down the spoon, and the little seal applauded: "That's right, you change your clothes, and I'll take a photo and video for you for later comparison."

The two hit it off immediately, Xu Jinzhao finished her lunch, and went to wash up first, because the smell of mutton was a bit strong after all.

After Xu Jinzhao went back to her room to change, Song Jiao walked slowly to the bathroom to clean herself up.

There was a digital camera in the living room, which was bought by Xu Jinzhao to record the development of Wanwutong. Song Jiao took the camera out and adjusted it in his hand.

The bedroom door was opened from the inside, Song Jiao raised her eyes, shifted her gaze from the camera upwards, and cast her gaze on Alpha who was only wearing sports underwear and sports shorts.

It must be said that even if Xu Jinzhao has relaxed the intensity of his exercise, he is still in good shape.

She is tall and well-proportioned, with clear and good skin, and now she is wearing sports shorts, revealing her long, slender, straight, white legs with tight flesh.

From bottom to top, Song Jiao swept Alpha's ankles, slender and powerful calves, to her round thighs, where the roots of the legs were hidden in the hem of the sports shorts.

The camera in her hand also moved up with her gaze. Xu Jinzhao is not the kind of slender legs, but has a proper and beautiful sense of strength, which makes people want to touch and experience the softness in imagination. Good elastic feel.

Song Jiao: "Your legs are beautiful, beautiful, healthy and full of vitality."

Xu Jinzhao made Omega feel a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that Song Jiao had already started filming, and she muttered, "Don't exaggerate, this is just for comparison."

In her mind, she wants to make a video of witnessing black history, but it is Song Jiao's video record of her long-coveted beautiful body.

When the camera moved upwards on those long legs, it captured Xu Jinzhao's waist and abdomen where Xu Jinzhao was most concerned about the presence of excess fat.

To be fair, Song Jiao felt that Xu Jinzhao's waist was really damn pretty.

Even if Alpha himself cares about the outline of some hidden muscles, no one can say that this waist is not beautiful even if he is picky.

Born with a superior body shape, the lines of her body should draw charming curves at the waist.

Even if the body fat rate has increased, it only makes the milky white skin in front of you more plump and moist. When you look at it visually, you can almost feel the softness of the fingertips that bounce back after pressing.

What's more, Xu Jinzhao's muscle lines are not all lost, they are vaguely hidden under the shiny snow-colored skin, and a little outline of existence can be seen.

Song Jiao's throat felt a little uncomfortable, she cleared her throat: "Well, your lower abdomen is also pretty, it looks easy to touch, very soft."

Xu Jinzhao misunderstood what Song Jiao meant. She pressed her lower abdomen with her hands and found that there was a lot of fat: "Ah! Then I really need to exercise."

Song Jiao responded perfunctorily, thinking that with such a beautiful waist, she must find a chance to touch it.

She didn't ask Xu Jinzhao immediately for quick success, but continued to move the camera up. The sports underwear was a bit disappointing, and the arc that Xu Jinzhao could support in his usual clothes now belonged to the physical seal.

But Alpha's arms, shoulders and neck lines are also good-looking. If you recall the glimpse in Juzhou before, there is indeed a little plumpness, but a woman's body can be fuller, which is also beautiful!

What's more, this hateful woman with a superior figure has different standards for herself than ordinary people. In her words, she obviously pursues muscular lines and a sense of strength.

That's right, because I can only watch it for the time being, but I can't touch it with my own hands. The innocent Xu Jinzhao has been classified as a hateful woman column by the wayward kitten, and she is the only one here.

Song Jiao urged: "Turn around, turn around, I want to record it in 360° without any dead angle."

Xu Jinzhao obediently turned her back to her, her long hair was loose and loose at the moment, and the slightly curly ends hung down to the edge of the sports underwear and then down.

With a hair band around his wrist, Xu Jinzhao randomly grabbed his long hair with both hands, gathered the soft hair up high, tied it tightly with a hair band three or two times, and tied it into a high ponytail.

Song Jiao recorded all the movements of her hair, holding up the camera and really going around in circles to take pictures.

Xu Jinzhao asked: "Is it ok? I think it's better to take a photo, the video may not be easy to compare."

Song Jiao felt that it was very reasonable. After finishing the recording, she focused on the parts she was most interested in and took pictures.

After Song Jiao finished taking pictures and showed them to Xu Jinzhao, Alpha screamed: "No, you can't just take pictures of parts, but also the whole body to make a more comprehensive comparison. I said, why are you so close to me?"

Song Jiao immediately took a full-body photo of her again, Xu Jinzhao was satisfied now, and vowed: "When summer comes, my figure will recover again."

Her mind was full of how to arrange strength training in her busy work, but Song Jiao was thinking about it.

——Be sure to find an excuse to touch Xu Jinzhao's belly before summer, no, he still has legs, it's really beautiful, and he won't suffer if he doesn't touch it.

Xu Jinzhao changed his clothes, and found a worn apron from the kitchen, as well as the disposable □ nylon gloves that are always used for washing dishes at home.

She said to Song Jiao: "I'll go to the entrance of the corridor to adjust the ink, and then go to 102 to try to write a few strokes."

It was only then that Song Jiao remembered the part of writing Spring Festival couplets that she was looking forward to, and she immediately said, "I also want to watch you tune and write."

Xu Jinzhao laughed at her: "So curious?"

Song Jiao was interested in the private part that belonged to Xu Jinzhao, and she asked, "Do you need my help?"

Xu Jinzhao was very interested in seeing her, so he arranged: "Then you go find a mask and come out, let's put on the mask."

The few things that are used to adjust gold and ink are harmful chemicals, and inhalation will damage the body. This is why Xu Jinzhao went to 102. After all, there is no one there for the time being, so he can open the window to ventilate after writing.

Xu Jinzhao first went to 102, where there is also a long office desk like 101. She removed the computer monitor, spread the felt, unfolded the ten-thousand-year red paper for practice, and carefully pressed it with a paperweight.

Song Jiao was watching from the side, and when Xu Jinzhao turned around, he saw that Omega was more focused than himself.

She couldn't help laughing again, feeling that Song Jiao was still the same Song Jiao, like a bold kitten poking its head.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was covered by the mask, but his eyebrows couldn't be covered. Xu Jinzhao picked up the plastic bag and said, "Come on, let's adjust the ink."

The two arrived at the entrance of the corridor, and it happened that there was no wind today, because it was during the winter vacation, and they could faintly hear the laughter of families in the surrounding residential buildings and the sound of the TV outside.

Although there was no wind, it was still extremely cold outside.

Xu Jinzhao decided to make a quick decision. She spread out the plastic sheet, put on the nylon gloves, put on a layer of labor protection gloves bought at the hardware store, and laid out the things.

Song Jiao squatted beside her, and Xu Jinzhao told her, "Stay away, these things won't do you any good."

Song Jiao stepped back a negligible amount, anyway, she had to see clearly.

Xu Jinzhao had nothing to do with her, he took out the key from his pocket, and pried open the varnish bucket half a turn for later use.

Song Jiao watched as Alpha poured alloy powder into the empty paint bucket presented by the boss. The glittering golden powder was spread on the bottom of the bucket, and then poured over the very smelly varnish.

Song Jiao tilted her head and asked her, "Is there any ratio?"

Xu Jinzhao's eyelashes are curled and long, covering her light-colored eyes. She is busy opening the thinner bottle: "I'm just groping, and it's almost enough."

The smell of paint thinner was pungent in a different way. Song Jiao watched her stir the mixture with a brush, and the movements were quite skillful. The gold powder and the diluted varnish gradually blended together.

Song Jiao suddenly thought of the two drunken portraits of Xu Jinzhao, one of her and the other of Xu Jinzhao's parents.

The strange middle-aged couple with kind and gentle faces cuddled affectionately in the scribbled portrait, with happiness and tenderness in the corners of their eyes and brows, looking at the outsider with a smile.

The two seem to be the kind of educated, good-tempered intellectuals. Could it be that Xu Jinzhao's brush calligraphy was learned from his parents?

Did the little Xu Jinzhao spread out the rice paper with his small hand as before, press it down with a heavy paperweight, and write big characters seriously with a pen?

Did Xu Jinzhao, who grew up, also make gold ink during the Chinese New Year like he is now?

She is so outstanding, will she write many Spring Festival couplets, not only for her own family, but also for neighbors, relatives and friends as annual gifts?

Does Xu Jinzhao miss his parents, relatives and friends, long for reunion, miss the past life, the life without her participation?

The answer is obviously yes.

Her Alpha is soft and sentimental. How could she not miss her family and hometown during such a reunion festival?

Even Song Jiao went back to Juzhou twice this winter to visit Song Yikang who was still serving his sentence.

After gradually understanding many cognitions about feelings, Song Jiao felt that she was not able to face her father as calmly as before.

She used to be able to stand in an indifferent and impartial third-party perspective, evaluating her mother's actions as worthless and her father's actions as stupid.

But as a family member, she intuitively gave them the tolerance they deserved, and tolerated these silly and bizarre actions, even if she didn't understand.She will also go to visit her mother's grave, send clothes and reading materials to her father, and protect her father's life in the hands of the Xu family.

When Song Jiao turned 20, [Xu Jinzhao] started to mention marriage, but she kept trying to delay it.

Later [Xu Jinzhao] changed her tactics, and she said to Song Jiao: "Your father is in Juzhou Dongcheng Prison, you know that the warden over there is very close to my family, I can say hello and make your father's life more comfortable." .”

Of course Song Jiao understood the hidden threat.

If she is obedient, Song Yikang will live a better life; if she is not obedient, Song Yikang will have a bad life or even be unable to live.

A bad cold and a small accident are enough for a prisoner with poor physical and mental health to die reasonably.

Song Jiao went back to Juzhou to visit the prison for the last time years ago.

Song Yikang still looked so thin and nervous. As usual, when talking through the glass wall, he would occasionally act out of control.

Seeing his sunken cheeks, Song Jiao felt a lot of sadness and pain in her heart.

Not violent, but obvious, like a needle caught in cotton, only a little blood can be pricked, but it is also an experience that Song Jiao has never experienced in her previous life.

She thought, when Mom died, Dad's heart was pierced and strangled, and most of the blood in his body was lost, so he couldn't recover completely?

Or maybe when Qiao Chu was still alive, but he was obsessed with making achievements and gaining recognition, and tossing himself to the point of getting sick, Song Yikang was already bleeding and in pain.

Song Jiao told him as usual that she was fine and everything was fine, reassuring him.

This was indeed the truth, but she looked at her father's joyful and haggard face, but she knew that he was not well at all, and she only hoped for the news that she was fine and struggled to survive.

After these exchanges of questions, Song Yikang emphasized to her like every time: "Beware of the Xu family, don't trust the Xu family, the Xu family are all executioners."

If Xu Jinzhao was there, she would think that this was true insight. Xu Boyang and [Xu Jinzhao] in "Jiao Jiao" were killing Song Jiao's life, but they were overthrown by the more ruthless Song Jiao and sent to the prison where Song Yikang died .

Xu Jinzhao had already mixed the gold ink. If one only looked at the gleaming gold powder ink, one would never have guessed how strong it tasted.

She put the gold ink bucket aside, covered the varnish can, folded up the plastic sheet that was sprinkled with thinner and varnish, and was going to throw it away when it was all done.

Xu Jinzhao noticed that Song Jiao was in a daze, and reminded him, "The tune is ready, go and watch me write Spring Festival couplets."

Song Jiao returned to her senses, and looked at Xu Jinzhao.

She saw that Alpha's eyes were still gentle and beautiful, without the arrogant and hateful look of [Xu Jinzhao] in her memory.

She nodded slowly.

Then the person on the opposite side laughed under the mask, his brows and eyes curled up, as if he wanted to reach out to pull her, but he retracted halfway.

He was still wearing labor protection gloves with paint thinner on his hands.

Xu Jinzhao stood up first, picked up the sealed bottles and bags, and the gold ink bucket in the other hand.

Song Jiao also stood up with her, and the two of them went back to 102. Xu Jinzhao's hands were all occupied, and Song Jiao took the key from her pocket to open the door.

Xu Jinzhao hurriedly lifted the hand carrying the bucket a little further: "Be careful, don't let the paint get on your clothes, I won't compensate you."

Song Jiao took out the keys in her pocket: "Have you been there before?"

Xu Jinzhao coughed, "The past, the past."

The tone of her muttering these words is very humorous, with a little guilty conscience, the feeling that Song Jiao likes to get along with her can always make people's heart turn from serious to light.

After entering 102, Xu Jinzhao put the tin can on the felt, took off his coat, rolled up his cuffs, twisted the nib of his pen and moistened it in gold ink.

If you ignore the smell of varnish in the room, Alpha's posture is still very elegant and stylish.

Xu Jinzhao hasn't written for a long time, and what he spread out in advance was not the finished couplet paper of the right size, but the uncut Wannian red paper.

She wrote down and wrote on the red rice paper.

Song Jiao watched intently from the side, and Xu Jinzhao was halfway through his pen when he realized that the other party wrote 'Jiao'.

This made her heart skip a beat, and she unconsciously raised her head to look at Xu Jinzhao.

The other party's expression was extremely solemn, her brows and eyes were already narrow, and she tended to look sharp, but at this moment, her long eyebrows lowered her eyes, and the warmth of the past was gone.

Song Jiao looked down at the rice paper again, and there was a golden character 'Jiao' on the red background.

Xu Jinzhao didn't stop, she didn't seem to be writing very smoothly, so she moistened the pen again, scraped off the excess gold ink with the side of the pot, and wrote again.

Jiaojiao.

This is Song Jiao's baby name, and now very few people call her so tenderly with true affection.

When she didn't understand feelings, she didn't think there was anything too special about being called Jiaojiao.

But now, Song Jiao suddenly tasted the tremors that moved her.

For a moment, her heart was flustered and weak, with bitterness, sourness and sweetness. Countless past events collided and surfaced in her mind, making her stunned on the spot.

Xu Jinzhao was next to Jiao Jiao, and wrote——

now.

These two words seemed to possess another kind of magic power, which made the restless tide in Song Jiao's heart return to calm and slowly retreat into the lake of heart.

That's right, they were originally side by side, inseparable, and neither could do without the other.

All kinds of thoughts that were aroused when Xu Jinzhao was teaching ink just now, those almost silent imaginations about Xu Jinzhao's happy life in the past, and the inexplicable sadness that she stayed here and couldn't get out, were also firmly suppressed by Song Jiao.

She will treat her well and make up for what she has lost. She will be her relatives, friends, and people who can fill all the needs in her heart.

Just like what Xu Jinzhao did to Song Jiao.

Omega looked at the two names juxtaposed, and then went to Xu Jinzhao after a while, only to find that Alpha was also looking at her.

After looking at each other briefly, Song Jiao took Xu Jinzhao's hand, and she said, "Don't go."

Don't go, I'll be good to you and give you all you want... as long as I can.

do not leave me.

Xu Jinzhao didn't know why she said such words suddenly, put down the brush in her right hand, and rubbed the top of her hair: "Where can I go?"

Song Jiao didn't understand what was wrong with her, she was suddenly flustered, she lost the thought that she no longer cared about promises, and insisted on asking for a promise.

"You have to be by my side."

Xu Jinzhao noticed that her hands were very, very cold. This was no longer the usual temperature, but a temperature close to blood loss. She immediately promised:

"I will, I will."

She intuitively felt that Song Jiao was not well, so she pulled the little girl into her arms and hugged her.

Xu Jinzhao hugged her comfortingly, stroked her stiff back with his palm, and kissed Omega's hair through the mask: "Don't be afraid, I won't go."

Song Jiao finally felt at ease, her body softened again, and she snuggled into her reassuring embrace.

For a moment, she felt as if she was about to shed tears, but she didn't after all, the sockets of her eyes were dry now.

She thought inexplicably: I already know so many feelings, when will I learn to cry?

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