Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

This oriental warrior from China, old and strong, possesses a wealth of boxing fighting skills. He has relied on the competition and won every game. Today, he is finally lucky enough to compete with the peak boxing champion.Rookie vs boxing champion, who will win, let us wait and see!Now, please use the warmest applause to our invincible warrior..."

Chang Mian's hands and feet tensed up, seeing his father stepping onto the ring from a distance, his blood soared to the highest level.

I saw my father again, the person in my deepest memory.

His face is no longer the blood-stained face that day, it is clean and capable, but it is really quite different from the person he remembers in terms of temperament.

I'm really in a bad mood.

If it wasn't for the call that came in that distracted him, he was really afraid that he would not be able to control a bullet and send it directly to the host who stirred up the atmosphere.

Chang Chang's soft and delicate voice came from the phone, it was his savior.

Her voice, like a warm current, lived in his heart, trying to drive away the burning flames all over his body.

At this moment, I have to say that he is grateful to her, and grateful to her for calling so timely.

"Chang Mian, what are you doing?... Well, it's so noisy over there."

"Work." Chang Mian restrained his emotions, and simply described it in two words.

It seems that there is not much emotion, but in fact all the emotions and gratitude are deeply buried in his heart.

Chang Chang muttered dissatisfiedly, "Are you so busy during the Chinese New Year? I call you every day, and you don't even give me a text message... Are you watching TV?"

Otherwise, why would it be so noisy...

"You found out? I'm watching the game." He sat cross-legged, took out the lighter, wanted to light a cigarette, and tiredness could be seen on his brows: "Shangshang, sing me a song."

Only her non-stop talking can keep him rational.

Looking at himself, he didn't want to talk.

"Would you like to listen to my singing while watching the game?" Shangshang sneered over there, but asked nonchalantly, "What song do you want to hear?"

After pondering for a while, Chang Mian spoke flatly, her lips were tight, but she couldn't see the clothes on the other end of the phone.

"Songs to relax a little bit."

"Okay, let me think about it."

On the other end of the phone, Chang Chang thought for a moment with his chin in his hands, bent his lips and smiled, coughed twice and cleared his throat: "Shall I sing "Nuan Nuan" by Liang Jingru?"

"Okay, you can sing a few more songs, I can hear you, so hang up first."

"Huh? Did you hang up after chatting for a while?"

He rubbed his brow lightly: "It's something."

"Okay, I'll sing for you."

Chang Chang was very considerate, hung up the phone knowingly, and hummed a song leisurely by himself.

In stark contrast to her clear voice, Chang Mian turned off the bug on his side, so that he could hear Shangshang's voice, but Shangshang couldn't hear him, but he never taught Shangshang how to turn it off. .

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

In the auditorium, some excited audience couldn't help standing up and shouting. In the other wireless headset, his subordinates were on standby at any time, waiting for his instructions.

After a full 10 minutes, Z in the distance exchanged a look with him.

On the field, the boxing champion smashed Wudi in a circle. Chang Mian couldn't control himself and stood up abruptly. He heard that the boxing champion had a pair of iron fists. On the ankle of the boxing champion, he crushed it hard, and at the same time that Wudi was thrown into the air, the boxing king also howled in pain.