NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1509: 1017 Quite Visionary
"Miss."
Peninsula Hotel.
After the executive meeting ended, the executives just left, and Mao Tu mysteriously approached Cao Jinse who was rubbing her temples.
"What's wrong?"
"Jiang Chen is sick."
Upon hearing this, the absent-minded Cao Jinse suddenly opened her eyes, unexpectedly looking at Mao Tu.
The other party nodded with an innocent face, "I'm telling the truth, you'd better go and see."
"What kind of illness did he get?"
Cao Jinse was skeptical.
That guy was never the type to be sickly.
And wasn't he full of energy just a few days ago?
Under Cao Jinse's suspicious gaze, Mao Tu pointed to his own head, "Seems like there's something wrong up here."
Cao Jinse looked puzzled.
"These days, he's always staying in the gym, doing nothing, exhausting himself every time, and even though he's beat, he looks satisfied. Miss, do you think there's something wrong with his brain?"
Mao Tu explained.
Cao Jinse pursed her lips in silence, then as if to relax, stood up, "Let's go have a look."
Hotel's seventeenth floor.
Professional gym.
The facilities here were quite complete, but rarely visited by hotel guests, after all, the prestigious guests' time is too precious to waste here.
At this moment, around five in the afternoon, near dinner time, the gym was particularly empty and quiet. Wait, there were two people.
Boxing ring.
Comrade Jiang Chen was like hit by a speeding car, the whole person flew out horizontally, hitting hard against the elastic band at the edge of the field. If not for grabbing it in time, he might have fallen out. Even so, the huge reaction force flung him back into the field, bouncing twice before lying there spread-eagle, not moving.
Cao Jinse raised her gaze towards the young Taoist nun who retracted her leg.
Truly showing no mercy.
"Oh my goodness."
Mao Tu's mouth formed an "O", not out of mourning for someone, as self-inflicted woes invite no sympathy.
"Miss, don't you think he's quite ill?"
Cao Jinse nodded, "A bit."
Ignoring the approaching acquaintance, Tanki Liuli, dressed casually but barefoot after taking off her shoes, looked at Jiang Chen lying motionless, and calmly asked, "Wanna go again?"
Truly no pride at all.
Indeed.
Knocking out a frog, really nothing to brag about.
In comparison, Comrade Jiang Chen seemed much more professional, wearing boxing shorts, headgear, gloves, fully equipped, looking the part. But what a waste, lying there, apparently too weak to respond, only feebly waving a hand to indicate surrender.
Not bad.
At least he wasn't beaten to death.
"Hey! Get up, you're a man, can't fall down so easily!"
Mao Tu, fearing the world might be peaceful, teased, pulling the edge elastic.
But Comrade Jiang Chen wasn't falling for it, panting heavily, paying no mind to so-called male dignity or face, comfortably continuing to lie resting.
In fact, Tanki Liuli didn't do it on purpose, rather was coerced. She was content reading and watching TV in the room, but someone stubbornly pestered her, wanting to learn skills from her.
Well, turns out.
Indeed, he had no talent for it.
"Jiang, did you hear me, still lying there, how shameful."
Mao Tu was still blabbering on.
"Come up here."
A slightly recovered Jiang Chen turned his head, directly challenging.
Mao Tu instantly seemed struck dumb, silent.
Knowing when to yield is wise.
Not everyone is as foolish as you.
"Need me to call an ambulance?"
Cao Jinse spoke up.
Jiang Chen grinned, making a strenuous effort to sit up, dripping with sweat, one must admit, his physique was impressive, well-proportioned, appearing slim in clothes but sturdy when undressed, especially now with sweat like a filter enhancing his masculinity.
"Just sparring."
Really knew how to put a nice spin on things.
Being beaten one-sidedly counts as sparring?
Mao Tu's look said it all, full of disdain.
"I'm waiting for you."
Cao Jinse neither smiled nor mocked, after all win or lose isn't key, attempting the impossible frog portrays both folly and a sort of admiration.
She headed to the rest area.
Sitting in the boxing ring, Jiang Chen's arm draped over his knee, panting heavily, looking toward Mao Tu.
Mao Tu shook his head, acting dramatically, expression rich and varied.
Jiang Chen laughed.
A fine slender fair hand suddenly reached out.
Jiang Chen looked up.
Tanki Liuli was quite principled in martial arts, a respectable opponent, offered to help him up.
"No need, I can manage myself."
Refusing her kindness, Jiang Chen pushed off the floor, standing up on his own.
Of course, he didn't blame the Taoist nun sister for her heavy hands. In the ring, giving your all is the greatest respect.
Of course.
The Taoist nun sister probably didn't give her all, even treating him like a punching bag, but she surely held back some.
After a shower and changing clothes, Comrade Jiang Chen looked nothing like someone who'd just been beaten up. As Mao Tu put it, he was rather glowing, invigorated.
"Need Mao Tu to get you some bruise ointment?"
Cao Jinse looked calmly at Boss Jiang walking over.
"Do I look like I need it?"
Jiang Chen smiled lightly.
"Could be internal injuries."
Cao Jinse said blandly.
Jiang Chen sat down beside her, "Taoist Duanmu isn't that ruthless."
Cao Jinse's gaze shifted.
Mao Tu was chatting with Tanki Liuli.
"Got a masochistic streak?"
CEO Cao's question always hits the core.