"Who has fished for three days and dried the net for two days?" The devil was poked into the pain and his face suddenly sank.

Lang Qiao ignored his gloomy face and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whoever is wandering around during teammates' training, whoever is playing the food and is squeezing his feet and squeezing the substitutes to join, whoever is running around all day long to treat the team as a hotel."

Since she joined the team, she has never seen the Demon King trained seriously, and he deserves his genius youth character collapse.

The Demon King was so angry that his face turned red and white by her, but he had no way to refute it.

His left hand, which was hanging beside him, unconsciously closed, clenched, and looked at her with his eyes down, inexplicably a bit sinister: "In your eyes, am I like this?"

"What else?" Lang Qiao raised his chin slightly, facing his gaze without fear, with an indescribable arrogance in his cold voice: "People who work hard but have no talent are mediocre, while those who have talent but don't work hard are fools."

Speaking of this, she sneered lightly and did not hide her contempt: "Devil, I look down on you."

The Demon King's lips twitched twice, and wanted to explain something else, but he saw that Lang Qiao had turned around and went straight back to the room.

It turned out that she had already hated him, and she didn't even have the patience to listen to a word of explanation?

But what's the use of explaining it?

The Demon King thought a little self-deprecatingly that these people would only think that he was pretending to be pitiful.

After all, when you lose, everything you say is like making excuses.

The devil clenched his fists angrily and slammed the snow-white wall like anger, but the expected pain did not come.

The devil turned around and saw Zheng Hang, who had been silent, appearing behind him at some point. His warm palm covered his fist that was clenched with pain, and he whispered: "Don't listen to her nonsense, I know you are not like that."

His tone was extremely smooth, but it looked like a piece of carbon rolling into the snow, burning the Demon King's nose inexplicably felt sour.

He turned his head, tried hard to suppress the soreness in his heart and said, "What's the use of you know?"

You are not her.

...

The next morning, when Lang Qiao tried hard to get rid of the entanglement of the little goblin who was trying hard to escape the troublesome little fairy, he resolutely pushed open the door of the training room, and saw that the Demon King had already sat there in a steady state.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he let out a 'bang' and said without looking back: "I didn't get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. Is this what you said to be trying?"

The sarcastic voice sounded particularly sarcastic, which made Lang Qiao's palm itch and he inexplicably wanted to hit someone.

But in the end, she just sneered coldly and walked straight to her seat. While waiting for the computer to turn on, she secretly swears in her heart: Tomorrow must be earlier than him!

I remember when she and Mr. Lang studied Kobe together. When she got up early every morning to see what was going on in Jincheng at four o'clock, the Demon King didn't know where the small corner was playing with mud!

Stupid man, you have successfully aroused my desire to win and lose!

That night, when Ji Shaoyi finished taking a shower and was happily preparing to sway with her, he saw Lang Qiao taking the quilt and laying out the empty bed.

Ji Shaoyi: "???"

Lang Qiao was about to turn around and get the pillow when his waist was suddenly trapped.

The next second, the warm chest of her little goblin, her chin rubbed her neck affectionately, and the old boss said: "Woman, what are you playing with?"

Lang Qiao: "..."

She was so excited by the breath of the domineering general that she was thundering, and she pushed his head angrily and said, "From today on, we will sleep in separate beds."

"Why?" Ji Shaoyi obviously didn't take her words seriously. He picked her fingertips familiarly and unbuttoned her pajamas. He still kept continuing his domineering drama: "I'm not satisfied with you enough, huh?"

Lang Qiao was so 'yes' that Lang Qiao had goosebumps all over, and reached out and patted his hand off, and said honestly: "I'll get up early to train from tomorrow."

"Why?" Ji Shaoyi's hand slipped in again without giving up, igniting around, and even his voice gradually became dull: "Isn't it early enough now?"

"It's not enough." Lang Qiao said: "I'm going to be earlier than the Demon King."

"It's the devil again." Ji Shaoyi sneered, buried his head and chewed her neck. His vague voice was muffled, and he felt particularly aggrieved: "Where is that man good? It's worth sacrificing all the happy moments of every day?"

Lang Qiao: "..." God's fucking happy moment.

"You're enough." She gasped in a chewy way, and her tone became more perfunctory.

Don't ask, just ask too much to bother with this drama artist.

"I'm not enough." Ji Shaoyi held her and poured her straight onto the bed, grabbed her wrist and tugged her head, pretending to be fierce: "I want you to have my smell, I will never escape this life, I will be my woman for the rest of my life."

If you study human reproduction for another ten years, you won’t get tired of it!

"I'm serious!" Lang Qiao turned his head and avoided his kiss, smiling helplessly.

"I'm very serious, too." Ji Shaoyi pinched her chin, leaned on her lips and squirted: "Let me know, only I am qualified to get you up early in the future!"

Lang Qiao: "..." Listen to a hammer, crazy.

She rolled her eyes silently and thought to herself that I knew it would be like this.

The biggest stumbling block on her way to get up early was Captain Ji!

Seeing that he was about to start today's happy moment when he had a disagreement, Lang Qiao took a deep breath and prepared to start PlanB.

If the reason doesn't make sense, then she has to use magic to defeat magic and use spoiled energy to defeat spoiled energy.

Isn’t it just the script of the boss? She can do it too!

Gu Congxin’s little sister will never give up!

Lang Qiao was brewing for a moment, and then he pinched his palm while he was not paying attention, and then forced a tear out.

The tears slowly slid from the corners of her eyes, as sad and beautiful as a close-up shot of a movie, making Ji Shaoyi stunned on the spot.

Although Lang Qiao has not cried and begged for mercy, it is the first time that he has cried before he started yet.

"What's wrong with the baby?" Ji Shaoyi kissed the corner of her eyes and panicked: "Did I care about you?"

Lang Qiao didn't speak, just blinked his wet eyes and looked at him with grievance.

The black big eyes were filled with water, as pure and harmless as a deer, and Ji Shaoyi felt guilty.

He was about to comfort her again when he saw her turn her head, and he closed his eyes resolutely, gritted his teeth and said, "You can do it."

Ji Shaoyi: "???"

"You don't love me at all, you just greedy for my body." After Lang Qiao's accusation, she felt that her emotions were not full enough, so she took a deep breath and uttered the line of the heroine of the domineering article: "Even if you get my people, you will never get my heart!"

Come on! Hurt each other!

Ji Shaoyi: "..." OK, I deserve to be the woman I like!
Chapter completed!