Black-bellied husband dotes on his wife: You can't escape

Chapter 412 How Are You Responsible?
Lan Chenze smiled evilly, and asked: "Want to have a retro sport? Write notes? Don't I occasionally write sticky notes and put them on the desk calendar at the bow?

Song Shixia kept her lips shut, the event was about to start, she had to take back her heart, this assessment was related to her newcomer assessment results, otherwise she would have no face to stay in the company.

Lan Chenze lowered his head and glanced at her, stretched out his hand and gently hooked her fingers, and said in a voice of only two people; "If you can't keep up with my pace, just lean on me, keep your feet on the ground, I will hug you you go.

"Isn't this cheating?" Song Shixia looked at him in surprise, if she really leaned on him, everyone would have done this, and she wouldn't be desperately trying to communicate rationally.

The whistle sounded, interrupting Song Shixia's words, the people in front rushed forward with all their strength, and several pairs fell to the ground with their partners because of their too fast speed.

Song Shixia looked down at Lan Chenze carefully checking the red rope binding the two of them. After a while, Lan Chenze straightened up and smiled, "I don't think this rope is a bit like Yuelao's red thread? It's holding the two of us together." Go ahead and go down.

"Well, when you say it like this, I think it has a bit of a similarity." Song Shixia nodded, and she would pay attention to the right price when she saw it.

The people in front finished running quickly and arrived at Song Shixia's group.

Lan Chenze led her to the starting line, and said gently: "Don't worry, take your time, the most important thing is to participate and feel the process."

After reaching the starting line, Song Shixia suddenly didn't feel nervous at all, maybe it was because of Lan Chenze's presence!On the contrary, she herself couldn't explain her mental state clearly.

Lan Chenze put his arms around Song Shixia's waist, very hard, as if he wanted to lift her up.

Song Shixia patted his hand: "I'm not nervous, why are you nervous? Just wait and rush forward with your eyes, what else do you care about?"

Lan Chenze's deep eyes turned away from her eyes to look forward, when the whistle sounded, Lan Chenze rushed forward quickly.

Song Shixia had to walk wide to keep up with him, she almost hooked her feet several times, staggered, Lan Chenze grabbed her just in time.

Holding her directly in his arms, Song Shixia felt as if her whole body was vacated, but when she looked carefully at her feet, she was walking quickly again, just like Lan Chenze, her steps were very neat.

At the moment, most people's realizations fall into their group.

Song Shixia can even feel the good or evil eyes of the people around her.

She ignored all of these, and peeked at Lan Chenze from the corner of her eye, and found that his lips were tightly pursed, showing no emotion.

There was a sudden pain in her waist, Song Shixia looked down and saw Lan Chenze's fingers pinching her waist.

"Nervous? So you're pinching me like this to celebrate?" Song Shixia turned her head to look at Lan Chenze, and walked forward without stopping.

Walking and walking, she found that Lan Chenze had let her go, she could feel the strength on her feet, and she and Lan Chenze were in sync, very tacit understanding.

"During the fast-running race, I felt the elasticity of the flesh, but found that there was no flesh, and you lost weight again. Are you losing weight every day?" Lan Chenze's eyes were fixed on the finish line in front of him, and he was not sloppy about the race.

Song Shixia took a little breath, and curled her lips into a joke; "I didn't think about you, how do you think you are going to be responsible?"

(End of this chapter)