[69 Book Bar - www.] Tomorrow’s troubles seem to be bigger than imagined. Everyone knows that Leng Tianhao dotes on his children, but they don’t know whether they are boys or girls. It seems that he will be pushed into Jian Fenglang’s mouth tomorrow.
Already.
If he hadn't noticed it before, he wouldn't have let Zi and the others not contact him recently.
Leng October's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom. Is there still a trace of expectation in his heart? This expectation should be wiped out tomorrow. After not sleeping all night, Leng October sat on the bed and looked outside quietly.
In the sky, a few dim stars tried hard to shine, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not surpass the light of the moon.
Clenching my fist... I can't help but control my fate. If they want to manipulate my fate? Then you have to ask if the fist in my hand will answer.
The black curtain was slowly torn apart by the sun, and in an instant, a ray of light shot into the room... With the dazzling light, Leng Yueyue looked at himself in the mirror... Put on his own clothes, he is a genius? Who knows what is behind the genius?
Filled with so many tears. He sleeps less than five hours a day. In addition to training, he trains day and night. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, ten years or more, more than 3,600 days create the so-called genius.
He picked up the tennis bag and walked out of the servant's room. The other servants hadn't gotten up yet...
He was jogging and warming up in the tennis court. He had his own training method. He was not high enough and jumped extremely hard. He was not physically strong but he was very fast. He was sweating profusely. Cold October wiped his cheeks. He kept looking at
The other servants hurriedly decorated the castle because today is the princess's birthday. Her fourteenth birthday.
Leng Shiyue smiled... It's almost October now. Did he remember that October is his birthday?
Panting...activated the six tennis ball launchers...in the state inspired by the six tennis balls, he pushed himself to the extreme without thinking about some of the consequences. Almost with his legs on the ground, he shot out like a rocket to catch another one, no.
Fighting incessantly.
Leng Yi looked at his watch... The young master must have been training for five hours. It's already nine o'clock.
He looked from six to eight... He didn't stop until he was hit by a tennis ball...
Cover your shoulder. The force emitted by the tennis transmitter is no less than that of a strong player. If you hit your shoulder, you will be temporarily unable to use your strength.
"Master! Take a rest!"
Although the coldness is deserted, it has a hint of warmth. Cold October looks back...
Without speaking, she sat on the rest chair and covered her shoulders. Is eight her limit? Has her speed reached the limit? Looking at the tennis transmitter... Lengyi shook his head... The young master is forcing himself...
Is it to win the favor of the master? It's a pity that Leng Yi misunderstood... Leng October hates tennis, really hates it... But he finds peace in tennis. Only when facing tennis can he be his true self... Passionate,
Youth, not that cold, cold-blooded young man.
"I'll be there on time!!"
Leng Yueyue naturally knows the worries in Leng Yi's heart. He is afraid that he will mess up Leng Yanran's birthday party and that Leng Yanran will become the target of arrows. What about him? Does she deserve to be the target?
Picking up the tennis bag and walking past Leng Yi... the cold voice brought Leng Yi back to his senses... looking at Leng Yueyue's back... so scrupulous and stubborn.
I am used to taking a bath and drinking a cup of cold coffee after exercising. This is something I am used to in the cold October.