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Chapter 877 Definitely Stronger Than Gong Zhan [Fourth Update]

She also wanted to test Zhang Feichen's physical fitness.

Moreover, if he loses, she just has a reason to ask him to go for a run every day to exercise.

Otherwise, if this continues, he will have a few more years.

He will have a big beer belly like those greasy middle-aged people.

That's not even scary.

The most frightening thing is that he is still an IT guy, and sooner or later he will be bald.

If you exercise more, you may be able to go bald again two years later.

The calculation is done.

The game also started.

Gong Zhan hugged Anzhi with ease, when he was at home, he would often carry her upstairs.

It can be said to be familiar with it.

But Zhang Feichen was not like this. The last time he held Fangjing so purely was last year.

When she accidentally sprained her foot.

Besides, during the few days when she was recovering from her injuries, plus, at that time, he didn't need to walk much to hold her.

Unlike now, he had to carry her to the elevator.

I can't put it down after getting on the elevator.

This hotel is relatively old, so the facilities are not perfect enough.

What they took was not a high-speed elevator.

Instead, very, very slow, old fashioned elevators.

Halfway through the elevator, Zhang Feichen couldn't hold on any longer, the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.

The hands also gradually drooped.

On the other hand, Gong Zhan, not to mention the sweat, An Zhi still firmly maintained the position just now.

Fang Jing suddenly felt that she would be thrown to the ground by him.

But she didn't say anything, if she did, Zhang Feichen would probably be blown up.

Probably no man would like to be told no by his own woman.

However, An Zhi is not his woman, so she said it in a very simple tone, "I said, Brother Fei Chen, can you do it?"

"What do you mean I can't do it? I'm a good hugger." Zhang Feichen put his arms around Fang Jing's waist with all his strength, preventing her from slipping down.

He can't hold on any longer~~~
"laugh"

An Zhi glanced at him coolly, those watery eyes seemed to say, "You are so good, how dare you say it's pretty good"?
Gong Zhan also glanced at him, his eyes were cold.

Fang Jing took their reactions into consideration, in order not to embarrass her man.

Calmly, she reached out and hooked Zhang Feichen's neck to relieve the burden on his arm.

Although her actions were pretending to be casual.

But Gong Zhan still saw it, but didn't say anything.

After all, if An Zhi found out, he would definitely make a fuss. If the two of them were irritated, they wouldn't play together tomorrow.

It's not worth the loss.

Today, their harvest is good and the process is going smoothly.

He didn't want to fall short at this time.

……

The elevator was slow, but it finally stopped at the floor they were going to.

Zhang Feichen was a little out of breath.

Gritting his teeth, he carried him to the door of the room and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking at An Zhi provocatively, "How about it, let me hug you."

"Okay, even if you win this time, next time we continue to compete with others, I don't believe it. Your physical strength is better than that of your little brother."

"Okay, then let's make an appointment to go to the racecourse tomorrow afternoon. I know there is a good racecourse nearby." Zhang Feichen's eyes became more provocative.

He has practiced horse riding since he was a child, and he is definitely better than Gong Zhan.

As far as he knew, Gong Zhan probably never rode a horse.

"Okay, the racecourse is the racecourse." An Zhi hummed twice.

Directly set the itinerary for tomorrow.

Gong Zhan and Fang Jing looked at each other and sighed inwardly.

It seems that tomorrow is not going to climb the mountain.

(End of this chapter)