, I guess there won’t be any big problems.

But Wu Hu still instinctively flashed his body and came to her side. He reached out and fished her up. But when he fished, there was something wrong with the place where he stretched his hand.

It wasn't until he felt something was wrong with his hand that Wu Hu quickly retracted his hand, and then asked as if to change the subject: "Are you okay?"

Ai Weier breathed out and shook her head, "I'm fine, thank you!"

Although Wu Hu held the place that shouldn't be touched, thinking about staying on Wu Hu's back for a whole day, Wu Hu probably had already felt it, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

What can I do if she cares? She didn’t mean it, she was just helping her!

"Tiger, you were so fast just now!" Avril was at a loss for words to find something to say to divert the embarrassment. Thinking of this, Avril couldn't help but be a little surprised.

In fact, what surprised Bi Aiweier was the staff who were watching the surveillance at night.

The staff member standing in front of the surveillance camera thought the surveillance camera was stuck just now.

It wasn't until he played it back three times in slow speed that he understood what rapidity meant.

Then he muttered softly, "Fat Tiger is indeed a Fat Tiger. This speed is more terrifying than a tiger pouncing on food! He is indeed a man with real skills."

The bored staff member edited the surveillance video and sent it directly to the official website of the program team. This was one of his jobs.

Then the network at the flower grower's place suddenly exploded, and it happened to be afternoon at the flower grower's place.

Netizens were not calm, "Oh no! I suspect Fat Tiger is no longer human!"

"With this speed, is it still a dream to join the national track and field team and break track and field records?"

"Is there anyone who can calculate Fat Tiger's speed at this time?"

"Some brothers have already calculated that Fat Tiger's speed is as high as 11 meters per second, which has exceeded the 10.438 meters per second of Bolt, the 100-meter record holder."

"Damn! Is it true? You're bluffing! How can it be so accurate?"

"Blow! Just blow! With such speed, why doesn't Fat Tiger participate in track and field competitions?"

"Is it necessary for Fat Tiger to participate in the track and field competition?"

"If you have the ability, let Fat Tiger test his speed and ask him if he dares!"

"Don't Bibi! I just want to know, did Fat Tiger touch a place where my goddess Wei Wei shouldn't have been touched just now?"

"Damn! Stop talking nonsense! My goddess wears such thick clothes!"
Chapter completed!