A female voice with a slightly strange accent interrupted the two of them.
The person who came was a foreign woman about 1.8 meters tall, with blonde hair, brown eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, a black short vest, and tight gym pants, which showed off her muscles even more perfectly.
Su Qiao looked around and found that a lot of people had gathered around him without him noticing.
"Nice to meet you. Your boxing is simply amazing. I didn't expect that such a huge energy is hidden in your small body."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you. I just find it incredible, surprising, and admirable."
The foreign woman smiled and looked at Su Qiao with surprise, obviously showing a strong interest in her.
Su Qiao shook his head very straightforwardly: "It's okay, I'm Su Qiao."
"If you are not used to Chinese, you can speak French or English."
The poor Chinese made Su Qiao feel like he was listening to the dialect of some remote place.
Crissie hugged Su Qiao with a surprised look on her face: "Oh, baby, you can speak English and French? That's great, I want to be good friends with you."
It was like Su Qiao being held under someone’s armpit: “…” She wanted to curse, was that okay
Damn height, why is it that others are 1.80 meters tall, but she can only barely reach 1.60 meters
Cen Mohan walked forward and directly pulled Crissie's arm away, rescuing the embarrassed Su Qiao.
"Ahem, Crissie, Xiao Qiao is sweating, let her go wash it first!"
"Then I'll go take a shower first."
Su Qiao quickly said goodbye and escaped from the dangerous area.
"OK, we'll talk later."
Crissie seemed to be unsatisfied, so she smiled heartily and made an 'OK' gesture, as if she was going to have a long chat.
Su Qiao walked faster.
She didn't want to talk to her at all, let alone stand with her, which would make her feel like she was in the land of giants.
Su Qiao suddenly felt that 444 had chosen this gym for her with malicious intent, and it was definitely not just because Cen Mohan was here.
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Crissie's gaze followed Su Qiao's disappearance and then fell back on Cen Mohan.
"Before coming here, I had always heard that girls from the East were as cute as angels. I didn't believe it before, but it turns out to be true."
After Su Qiao left, Cen Mohan's face darkened.
Hearing her words, he glanced at her rudely: "Are you free?"
Crissie looked at her old friend in surprise, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, "Mo, tell me the truth, are you interested in the little cutie?"
"Could it be that you've been running here every day these days just because of her?"
Given Mo's family conditions, he must have a gym at home. He shouldn't have the urge to go to a public gym like this all of a sudden.
And he is not such a boring person.
What he hates most is wasting extra time and energy on a boring thing.
Cen Mohan threw his fist at her and walked away.
"Whether I mean it or not, you can't touch her."
"OK, OK, I understand what you mean. I won't hit on her, okay?"
Crissie had automatically understood his words as 'No one can touch my people, not even your friend'.
She didn't feel hurt at all, but rather very surprised.
After knowing each other for so many years, this was the first time she saw him fall in love with a girl.
To be honest, all of his friends thought that he didn't like girls, and some even hated girls as a species.
Once, one of their good friends arranged a top gigolo for him on his birthday.