Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Song Jiao's question was really a thunderbolt, which made Xu Jinchao's spoon stop when he was drinking the soup.

She denied it immediately: "No, I'm fine."

Xu Jinchao is indeed a little guilty, and she doesn't have a small belly, but she has actually been a little overindulgent recently, not eating enough, and not exercising much, except for running.

She is so busy with work that she doesn't have enough energy to disperse to pay attention to the calorie intake and balance in her diet.

For the same reason, she did not have the energy to do more anaerobic exercise, and her requirements were reduced to only jogging every day.

Although Xu Jinchao didn't take care of her skin and hair as deliberately as [Xu Jinchao], she was forced to develop the habit of exercising since she was a child, and was dragged out of the bed by her parents for morning runs.

This kind of life has always been maintained, and she later planned scientific strength training to make her body healthier and stronger, so as to resist the damage caused by years of art work.

It is impossible to say that you are as fit as an athlete, but Xu Jinchao's figure is quite good among ordinary people.

After all, her natural genes are not bad, her waistline is obvious, and she will feel more powerful by practicing a little abdominal muscle line. Xu Jinzao looks happy.

During the early days of being [Xu Jinchao], she noticed some subtle changes that she couldn't explain clearly.

This body seems to be gradually synchronizing with her with the change of the living soul inside, which is basically a good aspect.

For example, the red mole that shows Xu Jinchao's identity is one of the important marks for her to confirm the difference between herself and [Xu Jinchao] and avoid cognitive confusion.

He also retains the healthy hands and back of [Xu Jinchao], but not the old injury caused by Xu Jinchao's perennial painting brush and sitting on the easel.

[Xu Jinchao] likes to have fun and has no fitness habits. Xu Jinchao clearly remembered that there were no obvious muscle lines in the body at first, but later Xu Jinchao looked in the mirror and suddenly realized that her body was more and more like herself.

After all, she just picked up this body for exercise, so it is impossible to have such obvious effect, and she can only blame it on metaphysics.

However, after Xu Jinchao's combination of good exercise habits came to Hwaseong and started the work of connecting everything, it began to be a little untenable.

She is so busy every day that she either takes the lead in making calls from morning to night and desperately attracts users, or she tries her best to plan the future, looking for investors to introduce her projects, and she is in a state of overdrawn energy every day.

Xu Jinchao was so tired that he just wanted to fall asleep, and he couldn't do anaerobic regularly. He only wanted to go out for a jog every day and keep the basic bottom line.

But everyone who has worked out knows that once you stop maintaining it, all the clear outlines will gradually disappear, and the originally beautiful and stylish figure will degenerate, and it will no longer look as good as when it was at its peak.

Even if you don't keep your mouth firmly in control, you still maintain your previous calorie intake, oh well.

Xu Jinchao, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to see that his body fat percentage was slowly increasing, was stopped by Song Jiao's sharp question.

She was very flustered. The emperor's new clothes were torn apart. Although the figure below was not too out of shape, she was not sure that she would have a small belly one day.

Xu Jinchao emphasized: "No, I won't have a belly, and my waistline is very stable."

Song Jiao looked even more skeptical. The Omega on the opposite side narrowed her eyes and looked at her, and added, "The explanation is to cover up. Your cover-up skills are not enough for me."

Xu Jinchao's fragrant pancakes could no longer be eaten, and the small piece of scallion pancakes left in her hand seemed to have turned into a future belly, which woke her up from her dream.

This used to be a self-disciplined man with abs!

Xu Jinzao put down the pancakes with difficulty, pushed away the soup bowl, and said with pain: "If you don't eat it, keep it until the evening. I'm going to mix some vegetables now. I have to eat grass, eat protein, and then exercise."

Song Jiao didn't expect the stupid wife to be so unprofessional, she would have to go to graze for a problem that could be solved by pulling up her clothes to prove herself.

She didn't think Xu Jinchao really had a small belly. When she was in Juzhou before, Song Jiao saw her change clothes with her back to herself in the rearview mirror.

For a girl with a tall skeleton like Xu Jinchao, Alpha's waist was terribly slender, and the line was so tight that Song Jiao couldn't move her eyes.

She thought for a while, thinking that there is a high probability that the other party has relatively high requirements for her body, so she chose to immediately restrict her diet and strengthen exercise under the stimulus, instead of showing it to her.

Song Jiao miscalculated, but was not reconciled.

She chose the Huairou route after weighing it between "No, no, you really have a belly" and "Don't worry, I'm joking."

"It's not good to let the mutton soup cool, it will have a fishy smell, and the scallion pancakes will not be crispy if they cool down. It's a pity to waste such good soup and pancakes."

Seeing Xu Jinchao hesitating and struggling, Song Jiao said again: "I was joking with you just now, it's normal to have a belly like Yu Lan's. You have enough self-discipline in your life and you run every day. I think you must be in good shape."

After some unremarkable steps and touts, the scheming Omega introduced the topic: "You have been exercising in Juzhou before, the weather is cold, and you have no chance to wear light clothes to show your figure."

Xu Jinchao swore: "I will do strength training no matter how tired I am in the future. People's slack starts from giving up one of many things."

Song Jiao put down the spoon, and the little seal applauded: "That's right, you change your clothes, and I'll take pictures and videos of you for future comparison."

The two hit it off immediately, Xu Jinchao finished her lunch and ran to wash up first, after all, the smell of mutton was a bit heavy.

After Xu Jinchao went back to the room to change clothes, Song Jiao slowly walked to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

There is a digital camera in the living room, which Xu Jinchao bought to record and record the development of all things. Song Jiao turned the camera out and debugged it in his hand.

The bedroom door was opened from the inside, Song Jiao raised her eyes, shifted her gaze from the camera upwards, and cast her gaze on Alpha who was only wearing sports underwear and sports shorts.

It must be said that even if Xu Jinchao relaxes his exercise intensity, he still has nothing to say about his figure now.

She is tall, well proportioned, and has clear skin. She is now wearing sports shorts, revealing her long, slender, straight, fair-skinned legs.

Song Jiao moved from bottom to top, sweeping across Alpha's ankles and slender calves, to her rounded thighs, whose roots were hidden in the hem of her sports shorts.

The camera in her hand also moved up with her gaze. Xu Jinchao was not the type of blindly slender legs, but had an appropriate and beautiful sense of strength, which made people want to touch and experience the softness and softness in their imaginations. Good elastic feel.

Song Jiao: "Your legs are beautiful, beautiful, healthy, and especially vital."

Xu Jinchao made Omega feel a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that Song Jiao had already started filming, and muttered, "Don't brag, isn't this a comparison between the filming and the future?"

In her heart, she wanted to make a video of the black history, but it was Song Jiao's video record of the beautiful body she had coveted for a long time.

When the camera on the long legs moved upwards, it recorded the waist and abdomen where Xu Jinchao was most concerned about whether there was excess fat.

To be fair, Song Jiao felt that Xu Jinchao's waist was so **** good looking.

Even if Alpha himself cares about the contours of the muscles that are hidden, no one can say that this waist is not beautiful.

Born with a superior body shape, the lines of her body should draw a charming curve at the waist.

Even if the body fat rate has increased, it only makes the milky white skin in front of you plump and moisturizing. Visually, you can almost feel the softness of the softness of the finger pulp after pressing.

What's more, Xu Jinchao's muscle lines have not been completely lost, they are hidden under this shiny snow-colored skin, and you can see a little outline of existence.

Song Jiao's throat was a little uncomfortable, she cleared her throat: "Well, your lower abdomen is also good-looking. It looks easy to touch and is very soft."

Xu Jinchao misunderstood Song Jiao's meaning. She pressed her lower abdomen with her hand and found that she had gained a lot of fat: "Ah! Then I really need to exercise."

Song Jiao responded in a perfunctory manner, thinking to herself, she must find a chance to touch such a beautiful waist.

She didn't immediately request Xu Jinchao for quick success, but continued to move the camera up. The sports underwear was a bit disappointing. The arc that Xu Jinchao could support by dressing on weekdays is now a physical seal.

But Alpha's arms, shoulders and neck lines are also good-looking. If you recall the amazing glimpse of Juzhou before, it is indeed a little rich, but a woman's body can be fuller and it is also beautiful!

What's more, this hateful woman with a superior figure in front of her has different standards for herself than ordinary people. In her words, she obviously pursues muscular lines and a sense of strength.

That's right, because I can only watch it for the time being, but I can't touch it with my own hands. Innocent Xu Jinchao has been classified as a hateful woman column by the wayward kitten, and she is the only one here.

Song Jiao urged: "Turn around, turn around, I want to record 360° without dead ends."

Xu Jinchao obediently turned her back to her, her long hair was now soft and loose, and the slightly curled ends fell to the edge of the sports underwear and then down.

With a hair tie wrapped around his wrist, Xu Jinchao grabbed his long hair at will with both hands, and gathered the soft strands of hair up and high, using the hair tie three or two times to tie it tightly into a high ponytail.

Song Jiao took all the action of tying her hair, holding the camera and taking pictures in circles.

Xu Jinchao asked: "Is it alright? I think it's better to take a photo. The video may not be easy to compare."

Song Jiao thought it was very reasonable. After the video was over, she focused on the parts she was most interested in and took pictures.

When Song Jiao finished filming and showed it to Xu Jinchao, Alpha screamed: "No, you can't just shoot the part, but also the whole body for a more comprehensive comparison. I said why are you so close to me."

Song Jiao immediately took a full-body photo of her. Xu Jinchao was satisfied and vowed, "I will be back in shape again in the summer."

She was full of thoughts on how to insert strength training into her busy work, and Song Jiao thought about it.

-Before the summer, you must find an excuse to touch Xu Jinzao's stomach, no, there are still legs, but she is really beautiful, so you won't suffer.

Xu Jinchao changed his clothes, pulled out a worn apron from the kitchen, and disposable gloves that were always used for washing dishes at home.

She said to Song Jiao, "I'll go to the entrance of the corridor to mix ink, and then go to 102 to try to write a few strokes."

Only then did Song Jiao remember the part she was looking forward to writing the Spring Festival couplets, and she immediately said, "I will also watch your tune and your writing by the side."

Xu Jinchao smiled at her: "So curious?"

Song Jiao was interested in the private part belonging to Xu Jinchao. She also asked, "Do you need my help?"

Xu Jinchao was very excited to see her, so he arranged: "Then you go find a mask and come out, let's put on a mask."

Several things in gold ink are harmful chemicals, which will damage the body if inhaled. This is why Xu Jinchao is going to 102. After all, there is no one there for the time being. After writing, you can open the window for ventilation.

Xu Jinchao went to 102 first. There is also a long office desk like 101. She moved the computer monitor, covered it with felt, unfolded the Wannian red paper for practicing hands, and carefully pressed it with a paperweight.

Song Jiao watched from the side, Xu Jinchao turned around and saw that Omega was more focused than himself.

She couldn't help laughing again, thinking that Song Jiao was still the same Song Jiao, like a daring kitten who probed her brain.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was covered by the mask, but he couldn't cover his curved eyebrows. Xu Jinchao picked up the plastic bag: "Come on, go and adjust the ink."

When the two arrived at the entrance of the corridor, it happened that there was no wind today, because it was during the winter vacation, and they could faintly hear the laughter of the families in the surrounding residential buildings and the sound from the TV.

Although there was no wind, it was still extremely cold outside.

Xu Jinchao decided to make a quick decision. She spread out the plastic sheet, put on the gloves, and put on a layer of labor protection gloves bought at the hardware store, and put the things away.

Song Jiao squatted beside her, Xu Jinchao instructed: "Stay away, it's not good to smell these things."

Song Jiao stepped back a negligible amount, but she had to see clearly.

Xu Jinchao had nothing to do with her, took out the key from his pocket, and pried open the varnish bucket half a circle for use.

Song Jiao watched Alpha pour alloy powder into the empty paint bucket presented by the boss. The fine gold powder was spread on the bottom of the bucket, and varnish was poured over it.

Song Jiao tilted her head and asked her, "Is there any ratio?"

Xu Jinchao's eyelashes are curled and long, covering her pale eyes. She is busy opening the bottle of thinner: "I'm all groping, and it's almost done."

The smell of paint thinner was pungent in a different way. Song Jiao saw that she was stirring the mixture with a brush, and her movements were quite skillful. The gold powder and the diluted varnish were gradually blended together.

Song Jiao suddenly thought of the two portraits of Xu Jinchao after being drunk, one of her and the other of Xu Jinchao's parents.

The unfamiliar middle-aged couple with amiable and gentle faces, their love nestled in the scribbled portrait, the corners of their eyes and brows revealed happiness and tenderness, and they looked at the outsider with a smile.

The two of them seem to be the kind of intellectuals with good temperament. Could Xu Jinchao's calligraphy be learned from his parents?

Little Xu Jinchao, just like just now, stretched out his small hand to spread out the rice paper, pressed it with a heavy paperweight, and raised a pen to write big characters seriously?

Did Xu Jinchao, who grew up, prepare golden ink during Chinese New Year as he is now?

She is so outstanding, will she write a lot of Spring Festival couplets, not only for her own family, but also for her neighbors, relatives and friends as New Year's gifts?

Xu Jinchao, do you miss her parents, relatives and friends, do you long to be reunited, do you miss the past life, the life without her participation?

The answer is obviously yes.

Her Alpha is soft and sentimental, how could she not miss her relatives and hometown during such a reunion festival.

Even Song Jiao returned to Juzhou twice this winter to visit Song Yikang who was still serving his sentence.

After gradually understanding many cognitions about feelings, Song Jiao felt that she could not face her father as calmly as before.

She used to be able to stand in an indifferent and impartial third-party perspective and evaluate her mother's behavior as worthless and her father's behavior stupid.

But as a family member, she intuitively gave them the tolerance they deserved, and tolerated these silly and bizarre actions, even if she didn't understand them. She will also go to visit her mother's grave, send clothes and reading materials to her father, and save her father's life in the hands of the Xu family.

When Song Jiao was 20 years old, [Xu Jinchao] began to propose marriage, but she kept trying to delay it.

Later [Xu Jinchao] changed her tactics, she said to Song Jiao: "Your father is in Juzhou Dongcheng Prison, you know that the warden over there is very close to my family, I can say hello and make your father feel more comfortable. ."

Of course Song Jiao understood the implied threat.

If she is obedient, Song Yikang will be able to live better; if she is disobedient, Song Yikang will not live well or even survive.

A bad cold, a small accident, enough for a prisoner who is both physically and mentally ill to die reasonably.

Song Jiao returned to Juzhou for the last time to visit prison.

Song Yikang was still so thin and neurotic. As usual, when talking through the glass wall, he would occasionally act out of control.

Seeing his sunken cheeks, Song Jiao felt a lot of grief and a little pain in her heart.

Not violent, but obviously, like a needle stuck in cotton, it can only pierce a little blood, but it was an experience Song Jiao had never experienced in her past life.

She thought, when my mother died, was my father's heart pierced by a knife, twisted, and lost most of the blood in his body, so he couldn't recover completely?

Maybe when Qiao Chu was still alive, but he was obsessed with making achievements and gaining recognition, and tossing himself to the point of being ill, Song Yikang was already losing blood and pain.

Song Jiao told him as usual that she was fine and everything was fine, so that he could rest assured.

This is indeed the truth, but she looked at her father's haggard face with joy, but knew that he was not good at all, and only hoped for the good news that she was struggling to survive.

After these questions and exchanges, Song Yikang emphasized to her every time: "Be careful of the Xu family, don't trust the Xu family, the Xu family are all executioners."

If Xu Jinchao was there, she would think it was a real insight. Xu Boyang and [Xu Jinchao] in "Jiaojiao" were killing Song Jiao's life, but they were overthrown by the more ruthless Song Jiao and sent to the prison where Song Yikang died. .

Xu Jinchao has already prepared the golden ink. If you only look at this sparkling golden ink, you will never imagine how strong it tastes.

She put the golden ink bucket aside, covered the varnish jar, and folded the plastic sheet sprinkled with thinner and lacquer, ready to throw it away when it was all done.

Xu Jinchao found that Song Jiao was in a daze, and reminded: "It's ready, go see me writing the Spring Festival couplets."

Song Jiao returned to her senses and looked at Xu Jinchao.

She saw that Alpha's eyes were still gentle and beautiful, without the arrogant and hateful demeanor of [Xu Jinchao] in her memories.

She nodded slowly.

Then the person on the other side laughed under the mask, his brows and eyes curled up, and he seemed to want to reach out to pull her, but he retracted halfway.

He was also wearing protective gloves with paint thinner on his hands.

Xu Jinchao stood up first, picked up the sealed bottles and cans, and the golden ink bucket in the other hand.

Song Jiao also stood up with her, and the two went back to 102. Xu Jinchao's hands were occupied, and Song Jiao took the key from her pocket to open the door.

Xu Jinzao hurriedly lifted the bucket carrying the bucket away: "Be careful, don't let the paint rub against your clothes, I won't pay you."

Song Jiao took out the key in her pocket: "Have you ever touched it before?"

Xu Jinchao coughed: "The past, the past."

The tone of her muttering was very humorous, with a little guilty conscience. Song Jiao liked the feeling of getting along with her, which always made people's minds turn from heavy to light.

After entering 102, Xu Jinchao put the tin can on the felt, took off his coat, rolled up his cuffs, twisted the tip of the pen and moistened it in the golden ink.

If you ignore the smell of varnish in the room, the Alpha posture is still very elegant and stylish.

Xu Jinchao hadn't written for a long time, and what he spread beforehand was not the finished couplet paper of the right size, but the uncut Wannian red paper.

She took down the pen and wrote on the red rice paper.

Song Jiao watched attentively from the side, Xu Jinchao realized that the other party wrote 'Jiao' when he was halfway through writing.

This made her heart move, and she looked up at Xu Jinchao without realizing it.

The other party's expression was very solemn. Her eyebrows and eyes were already narrow, and it was easy for her to look sharp. At this moment, her long eyebrows lowered her eyes, and the geniality of the past was gone.

Song Jiao looked down at the rice paper again, and a golden word 'Jiao' landed on the red background.

Xu Jinchao didn't stop, she didn't seem to be writing very smoothly, she moistened her pen again, scraped off the excess gold ink with the edge of the jar, and started writing again.

Beautiful.

This is Song Jiao's nickname, and now very few people call her so softly with sincerity.

When she didn't know how to feel, she didn't think there was anything too special about being called Jiaojiao.

But now, Song Jiao suddenly tasted the tremor that moved her.

For a while, her heart was chaotic and soft, bitter, sour, and sweet. Countless past events collided in her mind, leaving her stunned on the spot.

Xu Jinchao was beside Jiaojiao and wrote again—

now.

These two words seem to have another kind of magic power, teaching Song Jiao the turbulent tide in Song Jiao's heart to return to calm and slowly retreat into the heart lake.

Yes, they were originally side by side, inseparable, and no one was short of the other.

All the thoughts that were aroused when Xu Jinchao was adjusting the ink just now, those almost silent imaginations about Xu Jinchao's happy life in the past, and the inexplicable sadness that she stayed here and couldn't escape, were also firmly pressed back by Song Jiao.

She will be kind to her, make up for what she has lost, and she will be her family, friend, and someone who can fill all her needs in her heart.

Just as Xu Jinchao did to Song Jiao.

Omega looked at the two names side by side, then went to Xu Jinchao after a while, and found that Alpha was also looking at her.

After a brief glance at each other, Song Jiao took Xu Jinchao's hand and said, "Don't go."

Don't go, I'll be nice to you and give you all you want... as long as I can.

do not leave me.

Xu Jinchao didn't know why she suddenly said such a thing, she put down the brush in her right hand and rubbed the top of her hair: "Where can I go?"

Song Jiao didn't understand what was wrong with her, but she suddenly panicked. She lost the idea that she no longer cared about promises, and insisted on asking for a promise.

"You have to be by my side."

Xu Jinchao noticed that her hand was very, very cold. This was no longer the normal temperature, but a body temperature that was more like blood loss. She immediately assured:

"I will, I will."

She intuitively felt that Song Jiao was not good, and she pulled the little girl into her arms and hugged her.

Xu Jinchao hugged her comfortably, stroked her stiff back with the palm of his hand, and kissed Omega through the mask: "Don't be afraid, I'm not leaving."

Song Jiao finally felt at ease, her body softened again, and she snuggled into a reassuring embrace.

For a moment, she felt like she was about to shed tears, but she didn't, her eyes were dry now.

She thought inexplicably: I have understood so many feelings, when will I learn to cry?

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