"The development of a girl depends on the past few years. What if some parts of the body are not well developed?"
While speaking, Song Qingyu picked up the large pieces of fat in the bowl one by one and delivered them to Bai Qinghe's bowl.
Bai Qinghe looked at the pile of meat in Bai Huahua, almost vomiting it out.
"Qing Yu is right, you must lose weight! It's October, and it's best to lose 30 pounds before the New Year!" Bai Jianrong gave the order.
When the goal was achieved, Song Qingyu was not satisfied: "Dad, but if you want to lose weight scientifically, you can't just rely on me to go on a diet. I want to go to the gym to find a personal trainer!"
Nowadays, Song Qingyu's face is no longer as fat as before, and the outlines of his eyebrows and chin are exposed, making Bai Jianrong look very comfortable. He waved a big hand and readily agreed: "Okay, Fenglan, you will go to the high-level fitness club for Qing Yu to get a card tomorrow."
"Okay, then I will first apply for Qing Yu's monthly pass." Although Qiu Fenglan seemed to have eaten Xiang, she could only follow Bai Jianrong's words.
Although she is in charge of the family's economic power, she still has to listen to the words of the head of the family.
Song Qingyu said quietly next to him: "Dad, has the company's efficiency been not good recently? If so, then I still don't want to go to the club to spend the money, or I should run every day?"
Bai Jianrong was taken aback: "Where did this view come from?"
"Then who does the fitness card is not the annual card? Is Mom afraid that I can't hold on?" Song Qingyu was aggrieved, squeezed the flesh of his arm, and said, "I am so fat. I’m almost in school, but they call me Giant White! Isn’t this going to be a long-term resistance?"
"It's all right, just get an annual card, it won't cost a lot of money!" Bai Jianrong was said by Song Qingyu, how could he not even be able to give his daughter an annual fitness card, so he immediately said: "Feng Lan, apply for Qing Yu's annual card!"
Qiu Fenglan and Bai Qinghe looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
Song Qingyu watched it very happily: "Then I thank my parents first!"
Qiu Fenglan and Bai Qinghe wanted to feed Bai Qingyu fat again, but they didn't expect that Song Qingyu would easily turn them back into the army. They were so depressed in their hearts!
However, Song Qingyu didn't bother to care about what their mood was.
Now she can just lose weight without having to avoid anyone, so in order to make up for the training volume of the seventh self-study class, she gets up and goes for a run every morning at 5:30.
I jogged for half an hour from the beginning, and then went for an hour later in the morning, and did some aerobic exercise when I returned.
The reason why I asked Bai Jianrong for the fitness card of the high-end club was because the equipment in the small gym was not comprehensive enough, and the strength was not enough for her to use!
"Sister, look at you so tired, you don't have to work hard to lose weight, right?"
When going to school, Bai Qinghe held a bag of desserts in his hand and handed it to Song Qingyu: "Mom is afraid that you are hungry with such a lot of exercise. You can eat something sweet to replenish blood sugar. Take it."
Song Qingyu curled her lips and smiled slightly, and took the bag without refusing: "I just ate breakfast, and I will eat it when I am hungry in the morning."
Bai Qinghe curled her lips with confidence.
How could she think about it? When Song Qingyu took the food and walked to the second grade J class, she ran into the grade director on the way.
"good morning teacher!"
The grade director still hates the calligraphy contest, and his face is a bit ugly: "Morning!"
Song Qingyu smiled slightly and handed over the bag in her hand: "Mr. Jiang, this is what my mother heard that you taught me to make great progress in calligraphy, and I specially made it for you."
Reaching out without hitting the smiley, the grade director wanted to refuse for a moment.
Song Qingyu squeezed into his hands and ran away in a hurry, leaving a sentence: "It's going to go to class, goodbye teacher!"
After successfully borrowing flowers to present the Buddha, and brushing up on a wave of goodwill, most of the anger of the grade director to Bai Qingyu has disappeared.
As for who designed her to be ashamed of the calligraphy contest, Song Qingyu has its own countermeasures.
Sometimes it’s cool to slap your face slowly!
Group headquarters, president's office.
Mo Beiyan sat in the magnificent office, dressed in a slim fit high-definition suit, and combed his hair meticulously.
When working, his aura is very strong.
There was a knock on the door, but without raising his head, he made a sound: "Enter."
The visitor was Ruan Zhengling, who delivered the information in his hand, with a photo at the top. The sixteen-year-old girl in the season can still have eyebrows, but it is a pity that she is too fat.
"The notice for the re-election has gone down. I asked the plastic surgeon and the plastic surgeon to do a data analysis. If Bai Qingyu can be reduced, the measurements are within,, and the fluctuation is not more than two centimeters, then she will Is such that!"
Ruan Zhengling took a photo printed from the D image from the back of the document, and continued: "Look at her long hands and long legs, the proportions can be said to be perfect. Looking at her facial features, she is definitely not inferior to the current popularity. The first-line actress! The only requirement is that she should lose weight within a catty, she will be such a beautiful girl with long legs!"
Mo Beiyan took the D simulation photo in his hand, and from his eyes, he could tell at first glance that this is indeed a very talented female model seedling.
"One more thing, the video of her going on stage during the audition, I have analyzed it for many people, and they all said that this person is a good typhoon. The only pity is that the body is too bad." Ruan Zhengling said, from Another photo was extracted from the profile: "Look at this!"
This photo was taken in the second when Bai Qingyu walked the show to freeze in front of the stage. The typhoon was indeed very good, and there was an aloof and cold expression in his eyes, but another tear was shed!
Mo Beiyan had seen it in person on the spot, so naturally he didn't doubt that this Bai Qingyu typhoon was indeed very good.
However, compare this photo with the D analog photo...
"The most amazing thing is that I think her typhoon is very similar to Song Qingyu, and if Song Qingyu's typhoon is put on such a perfect figure..." Ruan Zhengling smiled brightly, with a pair of peach eyes like an electric discharge, and said : "I look forward very much to her being able to surpass the myth of Song Qingyu in the circle!"
What he thought of, Mo Beiyan also thought of it. He stared at the two photos with eagle-like sharp eyes, and then put it down after about two minutes, and said lightly: "Look at her performance in the re-election."
Ruan Zhengling nodded, wanting to tease Mo Beiyan, what would happen if he found a copy of Song Qingyu. But after looking at Mo Beiyan's secretive expression, he closed his mouth honestly.
Mo Beiyan raised his left hand and glanced at the watch. It was 4:30 in the afternoon. If you set off at this point, it would be time for school to go to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School...