pinched her own leg.> She didn't feel any pain, and it wasn't calming her down. At that moment, she must have had cotton in her ears; she thought she was just numb from nervousness, and pushed harder...He wasn't even this nervous when he operated on a patient!

Until two beeps, both of them had red lights flash on their bodies at the same time.

Both sides fought to a draw.

Fu Jing first took off his helmet and strode towards Huo Mingzheng, while Huo Mingzheng also took off his helmet.

What's different is that Fu Jing's hair was soaked with sweat, while Huo Mingzheng only had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Huo is very skilled, I apologize for my previous negligence." Fu Jing reached out his hand and then saw Huo Mingzheng's appearance, no wonder the outside world evaluated him that way.

There's no escaping it.

Ho Mingzheng shook his hand. "You too."

As Qin Heng handed Huo Mingzheng a glass of water after he stepped off the stage, he said, "I thought you would win him."

He Mingzheng drank water, tilting his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the taut skin glistening with sweat. The air around him throbbed with a potent, almost tangible, hormonal scent.

He exhaled hot air, twisting the bottle cap. "He's an Olympic champion, I beat him effortlessly, what do you think I am"

Qin Heng fanned the flames, "That's right, you're a little worse than him."

Huo Mingzheng gave him a cold glance, tossed the water bottle at him, Qin Heng caught it with both hands. Watching his back as he walked onto the stage, Qin Heng couldn't help but grin.

Until late at night, the two remained evenly matched, unable to defeat each other.

Fu Jing hadn't fought this fiercely and enjoyably with someone in a long time.

Ho Ming-zheng not only has high skill, but also amazing physical strength.

After five matches, his heart beat noticeably faster, but when he got closer to Huo Mingzheng, he realized the other's breath was still steady. If he were an opponent on the field, he would be terrifying.

Ding ding, two red lights lit up on the two people's bodies in turn.

Ho Mingzheng won.

Fu Jing took off his helmet. He had given it his all, his chest heaving rapidly as he gasped for air. He walked towards Huo Mingzheng, but this time, it was Huo Mingzheng who reached out his hand first.

Fu Jing stretched out his hand and took hold of it.

Ho Mingzheng used a voice only two people could hear to remind him: "You are indeed very talented, but it's best to develop in your professional field. Don't provoke those you shouldn't."

Fu Jing paused slightly, but was not confused. "Who is Mr. Huo referring to"

"Don't you know" The man's voice carried a suffocating pressure.

Fu Jing had a sweat-soaked face and looked straight at her, "If you're talking about Fu Yan, then I'm sorry, I like her."

A dangerous coldness flashed in the man's eyes, a hint of irony curving his lips, "Do you know her Just say you like her."

Fu Jing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled faintly: "As long as she gives me a chance, I can slowly get to know her."

Then you try.

......

Qin Heng accompanied Huo Mingzheng to change his clothes. He leaned against the cabinet door, looking at the refreshed man who had just finished taking a shower. "What were you two whispering about on stage"

Huo Mingzheng didn't speak.

But Qin Heng glanced at his palm, hissing, it was all rubbed raw. What's the rush He's not competing for gold!

"I never realized you were so interested in fencing before It's a rare treat to see you and Fu Jingqi go head-to-head, isn't it"

Huo Mingzheng's hand paused as he got dressed.

Then an arm passed through, methodically adjusting the cuffs. "He's not my match yet."

"You almost lost." Qin Heng reminded him recklessly.

You said it was close, but in the end I won.

Qin Heng couldn't stand his arrogant demeanor and couldn't find a comeback. Thinking of something, he excitedly said: "I remember now, no wonder I thought Fu Jing looked familiar, isn't he the person who was set up on a blind date with your beautiful cousin"

Huo Mingzheng smoothed the collar of his dress shirt, put on his suit jacket, and strode out with a deep gray overcoat in his hand. The wind that blew past was chillingly cold, and Qin Heng shivered.

"Where are you going"

Hu Mingzheng didn't even look back, "Aren't you going to drink"

Qin Heng quickly followed up. Why did he feel that Huo Mingzheng's mood was very bad tonight

Who upset him

Who dares to provoke himith a string of numbers was taped on it. It wasn't her number, probably Fu Hanlin's in case they couldn't reach her. 。With a tentative heart, Fu Yan dialed that string of numbers. 。After a few secon...