Bad President: Daddy, You Lost Favor

It's a prosperous area in the center of T city. Jiannan gymnasium. Qi mochuan, dressed in a black boxing suit, walked slowly into a boxing room. The interior is quiet. Compared with the prosperity of the outside, it is like the feeling of heaven and earth, only cold and pure. Benson hasn't arrived yet. Qi mochuan looked at the sandbag hanging in the corner and started to walk over, "Bang... Bang..." hitting the sandbag one by one. He hit with great speed and almost exhausted all his strength. It seems that he is not hitting the sandbag, but himself. But because he has identified the sandbag as himself, he has to do his best to hit it. It's all his fault. He's out of control. If it's not Haohao, if it's not the Qi group, if it's not the old man and Jiang Jingwen, I'm afraid he won't return to T city at this time. He found Su Xiaohe for more than 20 days, but there was no news. It was a phone call from Haohao that called him back. In this world, there are always some things that are hard to give up, which have been hindering him all the time, since he was born. A shadow slowly hit on the sandbag, moving slowly bit by bit. Qi mochuan's eyes were deep, but he didn't look back. He still hit hard on the sandbag. The shadow on the sandbag suddenly settled and stopped moving. A dangerous breath came, but Qi mochuan didn't feel it. He still hit the sandbag with one punch. The stuffy sound broke the silence of the boxing room. A kind of suffocating breath spread in the corner of the boxing room“ Qi mochuan, you are such a jerk. " Suddenly, a curse came from the back of the body, and at the same time, a fist was waved fiercely. But not to sandbag, but to Qi mochuan's face. To be exact, it was waved to his right side face“ With a dull sound, Qi mochuan shook his body for a while, but he still didn't turn around. He still kept the posture of waving sandbags before and hit sandbags again. It's just that this punch is definitely weaker than the previous strength. With sweat, there is blood. He's bleeding. With one punch, Benson's nose bleeds. But he did not feel like, silent still maintain the previous position“ Don't think I'll let you go if you don't say a word. Qi mochuan, if there's something wrong with Xiao He, I'll kill you. " Benson yelled and hit him again. The punch was aimed at Qi mochuan's right cheek. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to get another punch in the face. However, Qi mochuan, who was clearly able to avoid, was still standing there, waiting for Benson's fist to fall“ With another dull sound, Qi mochuan's nosebleed became more serious. He slid along the corner of his lip into his neck, and in an instant his White Boxing clothes were wet. As if blossoming plum blossom in the snow, particularly dazzling“ Fight back. You fight back. " Ban Sen roared, his eyes were congested, and his fists rained down on Qi mochuan. Qi mochuan finally stopped hitting the sandbag. He had turned around, but instead of fighting back, he was facing bansen's fist. If it wasn't for Benson's heavy fist, I'm afraid he could still stand there like a statue, motionless. As for the origin of Benson's killer, his punch is several times or even ten or twenty times as much as that of ordinary people, and the strength of his punch is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people. But Qi mochuan took more than ten punches one after another“ Qi Shao... "Outside the door, Luo Feng, who heard the movement, flashed into the boxing room. Seeing Qi mochuan's tragedy, he quickly reminded him to return. Why should he be beaten by Benson? He is not worth it for Qi mochuan. But Qi mochuan didn't pick his eyes. He didn't look at Luo Feng. He just said, "go out." Luo Feng wronged face, very don't want to go out. I really want to rush up and give Benson a big hand. Even if Qi mochuan gave him such a heavy dose of anesthesia and let him sleep for three days and nights, he was on Qi mochuan's side at this time. Qi Shao is just because of his wife's loss