My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Under the intervention of his seniors, Jiang Anzhi quickly withdrew the chill from his body and returned to his usual humility and gentleness.

He turned his head slightly and smiled: "The lower plate is a bit loose."

Luo Ang also sneered: "Your fist is also soft."

Brothers: "..."

These two guys managed to cover up the bruises on their bodies before complaining about each other.

In their eyes, they only felt that both of them were dead ducks, inexplicably desolate.

The two of them chattered for a while, then picked up their sweat towels and walked outside at the same time.

When I sat down to drink water along the steps, my vest was drenched with sweat, and some slipped from the forehead to the delicate skin, slipped to the Adam's apple, spun around at the highest point, and penetrated along the slender neck to the collar. imprint.

The clothes were wet and sticky and uncomfortable, so the two of them simply took off their clothes, and their eight-pack abs were coveted.

Many junior juniors who had just started walking here excitedly when they heard that the God-like brother Luo Xiaojiang was back, only to see two beautiful men sitting together drinking water.

That appearance, how can it be a beautiful word?

Suddenly, I got the phrase from the girls' mouths that it fits well.

The little juniors were taken aback by the thought that popped up in their minds: Oh! no! How could they think of the brothers like this.

Senior Brother Xiaolin looked at these boys with strange faces, and thought that it was the first time that everyone was shy when they saw Jiang Anzhi and Luo Ang, so he slapped them on the back of the head.

"What are you doing here, why don't you hurry up and visit your brothers."

Only then did the boys shyly walk forward to say hello.

"Hello, brothers."

Luo Ang just glanced at them indifferently, and nodded calmly in response.

On the contrary, Jiang Anzhi showed a kind smile: "Come on, juniors."

With Jiang Anzhi's encouragement, everyone finally grinned happily.

Brother Xiaolin saw that everyone had greeted everyone, so he kicked his ass and told them to go back to practice quickly, and waited until the small practice room was empty before sitting in line with them.

"Did you two make an appointment to come back together?"

"It's really a coincidence." Jiang Anzhi replied on his behalf.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if it's a coincidence or not, it just happened that the master and his old man came back from wandering around these two days, and you all caught up."

After Senior Brother Xiaolin finished speaking, the two raised their heads in agreement, and saw an old man with a white beard flicking the booger in his hand at the window on the second floor and beckoning to them.

"Hi!"

"..." Jiang Anzhi.

"..." Loon.

Grass, the messy old man who pretended to be a hermit in a certain mountain all the year round is back!

Mr. He is the head of the Wulin boxing gym. When he was young, he studied under the masters of Shaolin and Wudang. When he grew up, he went to study Jeet Kune Do, Taekwondo, Sanda, etc. In short, he combined the strengths of various schools of thought and condensed his own style. The kung fu system is designed to help disciples strengthen their bodies and eliminate violence and peace.

Since his fame has grown, more and more disciples want to learn kung fu from him, so Mr. He opened a brand chain, established martial arts gyms in many places in China and sent apprentices to guard them.

Come to the Wulin Boxing Gym to practice Kung Fu, including teaching, meeting and employment. In short, it has successfully won the recognition of the market and the favor of students. At present, there are 67 branches all over the country.

Now Mr. He doesn't have to go to class anymore. Apart from occasionally going to various sub-rudders to make appearances, he spends more time staying in a certain mountain, waking up at sunrise and sleeping at sunset.

Others think that this is a peerless master, only the internal disciples know what kind of peerless master Master is, just a bad old man who went to the mountains to pretend to be a master.