However, she didn't show it, still nodded, greeted her politely, and immediately left the office.

"Brother Ning!"

Xiao Zhao lowered his voice and stuck out his tongue, "For A Fei's sake, please spare my life!"

After saying that, he ran away in shame like a thief.

Jiang Ning half-closed her eyes.

"For A Fei's sake? He has nothing to say about his face!"

After saying that, he didn't care about it. He closed his eyes and continued to see the moves on those pages of boxing scores in his mind.

Simple moves, even only one move, but Jiang Ning has always been very clear that these moves are not real punches and kicks, but an artistic conception!

A consciousness!

Practicing boxing or not is like practicing in vain.

The fundamental reason for boxing is to deal with the moves.

Whether it is lifting weight or lifting light or heavy, it is constantly changing with the opponent's moves. The natural and deep-rooted response is crucial.

But many people mistakenly believe that the moves in the Jidao boxing score are just basic boxing movements and have no profound meaning.

Jiang Ning was lying there, with his hands on his head, and in his mind, it seemed like he was playing a movie, over and over again, constantly scrolling!

One punch!

Another punch!

You can punch a punch in every page of the boxing meaning!

Six consecutive punches!

Suddenly, Jiang Ning opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body rose up like a monkey, stood up instantly, and punched him out.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

It was obvious that he just punched, but there were six ways? Love Wu Yishi, Wu Shan, and the sound of qi bursts sounded one after another, and it sounded one after another, as if it was stacked layer by layer, and to the last sound, it was like a burst sound!

Bang!

He clenched his fist, placed it in front of him, and slowly opened his fingers with deep eyes.

"I have never heard of the Chinese martial arts and martial arts. Which one has such a deep artistic conception?"

Jiang Ning frowned slightly, "Where did this Jidao Fist Book come from?"

Whether it is Lu Jing's research on the writings of hidden families or this extreme boxing brocade, full of mysterious moves and boxing intentions, Jiang Ning felt that the origin of the brocade brocade was not simple.

His master, Daoren He, must have discovered something, but this guy didn't tell him a single word even before he died.

He didn't say it, obviously he just wanted to discover it himself, or... he couldn't say it?

"when--"

[New    www.biqule.co] The door to the office is open again.

Lin Yuzhen walked in and saw Jiang Ning standing there with a horse stance, staring blankly at his fist, and with a thud, she couldn't help laughing.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ning came to his senses and put away the boxing script.

"I just fell asleep and dreamed of someone else in my dream, not you, so I was punishing myself."

Lin Yuzhen snorted, do you have to dream of yourself even if you dream?

A stinky man is really good at coaxing people!

"Then who did you dream of? I want to see who is more important than me!"

She said unconvincedly.

"I dreamed that my mother made a table of good dishes..."

Lin Yu really stopped talking.

The Lady of the House, let alone her daughter, even her father, wouldn’t dare to disobey now!

Lin Yuzhen gave Jiang Ning a blank look and didn't joke with him.

"The company in East Asia has come to discuss cooperation. Do you want to join me?"

She got back to the point, "We have not developed this big market anymore because the situation there is very complicated. Now it seems that we can try to get in touch with it."

East Asia?

"Old Zhao said, I suggest that the Lin family develop there."

When Jiang Ning heard the name Lao Zhao, he suddenly moved his heart. This old guy really understands himself.
Chapter completed!