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Jiang Fei was lying on the sand at this time, eating fruits on the table, crossing his legs, looking like an old man.

It seems that he is useless to come here to work. Except for Zhao Qianrou who occasionally comes to sign some documents for him, other people will report to Mr. Zhao directly for all their work. He, Director Jiang, has no real power.

"You are quite leisurely." After Zhao Qianrou pushed the door and came in, she saw Jiang Fei who was enjoying her very much, and said dissatisfiedly.

Jiang Fei quickly got up, poured tea and water for her very attentively, and asked flatteringly: "Wife, how are you doing?"

Zhao Qianrou's two thin eyebrows raised slightly, and she looked at Jiang Fei provocatively, with a trace of curve hanging on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Sure enough, you have been a mang since you were a child. So you knew how to deceive the little girl."

"What are you trying to deceive? Is it my heartfelt love for Xiaoyu? " Jiang Fei retorted.

Zhao Qianrou's eyes were frozen and she looked at him contemptuously, saying, "Do you still love him now?"

"Uh..." Jiang Fei was made by her for a moment and didn't know how to answer. What's the situation now? Of course, he will be his childhood sweetheart and confidante in the future.

Zhao Qianrou saw his evasive look and couldn't help but feel a little savage in her heart. She pouted her mouth and asked seriously: "Is there anything else about your silence? Zhang Xiaoyu, Wang Xiaoyu and Ma Xiaoyu??br                    

"How is it possible? Is that kind of person? Xiaoyu mèi                                                      

Jiang Fei was not ashamed of this. First love was just a few years old at that time. Do you know what first love is?

Zhao Qianrou looked at him with contempt and teased: "First love, you are really innocent."

"certainly."

"Anyway, I don't care about your relationship with Lin Xiaoyu. If you make a childhood sweetheart one day, I can't spare you." Zhao Qianrou's domineering president showed off her majesty, and she said without objection, not allowing Jiang Fei to refute that.

"Look at this report carefully. Your childhood sweetheart has sorted it out, so you can save you nothing to do in a day." Zhao Qianrou threw the documents on Jiang Fei's desk and turned around and left Jiang Fei's office.

Jiang Fei flipped through the documents boredly and looked at the company's shou. The main reason was that the current output could not keep up, otherwise Zhengxin Pharmaceutical would probably not be a competitor at all.

After reading this report, it was still early, so it was boring for Jiang Fei to stay here. So after lunch, he walked to Qilin Entertainment City to see how Yan Yun and Zhao Xianglong are doing now.

When he arrived at the entertainment city, Jiang Fei came to the ring again with a familiarity. He saw Yan Yun exercising while sweating profusely, with his fists pounding against the sandbag. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have not only practiced his ancestral martial arts, but also practiced some free fighting techniques.

Swing your steps lightly, dodging left and right, practicing your steps while punching.

After a while, this guy was tired of exercise, so he wiped his sweat with a towel. When he was turning around, he saw Jiang Fei sitting there and looking at him with admiration.

"Brother Fei, why are you here?" Yan Yun wiped his sweat while drinking water, then sprinkled the mineral water from head to tail, sprinkling on the strong muscles freely.

Looking at Yan Yun's tendon and his unrestrained figure, Yan Yun looked much more diligent than that boy Zhao Xianglong. After all, their family has come to an end and they must rely on their own strength.

"This is not your family-born boxing technique, right?" Jiang Fei asked.

Yan Yun scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "The boxing skills that have been passed down from family have been lost. I used to learn from the coach in the boxing gym."

Jiang Fei waved his hand and said lightly to Yan Yun: "Use your all-out effort to attack me. Have you heard the strongest punch? I'm talking about the strongest punch."

"Okay!" Yan Yun thought Jiang Fei was going to fight him, so he immediately set his posture and watched Jiang Fei's movements calmly.

Jiang Fei stood there and didn't move for a moment, breathing smoothly, staring at Yan Yun with his eyes.

"I'm here." Yan Yun shouted before punching, asking Jiang Fei to prepare, and then he suddenly punched. Although the speed was fast, it was still a little weaker in Jiang Fei's eyes.

Bang!

Yan Yun's fist hit Jiang Fei's chest hard, making a muffled sound.

He just felt like he was hitting a hard stone, his right hand was numb, but Jiang Fei didn't move at all.

"I told you to use the strongest punch. Why did you hold back just now?" Jiang Fei shook his head and said, "Your boxing technique is too weak. You can basically not even reach one-tenth of your marksmanship. Come again."

Yan Yun took a deep breath, then shouted: "Ha!"

He just saw that Jiang Fei had no movement, so he left three points of strength. Now he knew that Jiang Fei was testing him, so of course he had to take the strongest punch.

When Yan Yun hit Jiang Fei with a fierce punch again, he felt that the force on the fist seemed to be deep in a ball of cotton, and there was no force at all. In that short moment, the force surged in the opposite direction.

Bang!

Yan Yun was recoiled by the force of his fist and directly hit the wall behind him. His back was numb, but his eyes were filled with shock. What kind of martial arts is Jiang Fei? Will he use his own way to do it?

Jiang Fei sighed and said, "Your external skills are indeed very weak, let me think of a solution."

The moment Yan Yun hit him, he spread his muscles and spread them away. When his fist came, he condensed again and concentrated on one point, which made Yan Yun's punch counterattack.

Jiang Fei was flirting with his mind again, preparing to choose a set of close-fitting martial arts for Yan Yun to practice. After all, although he was very good at shooting, he was obviously not good at close-fitting.

"Please take this boxing technique and practice it diligently." Jiang Fei waved his right hand, and a boxing book full of pictures appeared in his hand, with several large characters written by him in a magnificent manner.

This set of boxing techniques is a relatively awesome boxing technique in the inheritance. It can also exert huge effects without the activation of spiritual power, which is just right for those who refining their bodies to practice.

However, the boxing technique is also very demanding, and it is impossible to deal with it without hard bones, so Jiang Fei took out the bone refining pill and the gland muscle pills, and divided it into several parts and handed it to him.

The medicinal power of each portion was diluted. Judging from Yan Yun's physical fitness who often practices martial arts, he should be able to withstand the domineering medicinal power.

"What is this?" Yan Yun looked at the pills in his hand, wondering what Jiang Fei meant to give him these.
Chapter completed!