When I asked you to confess your feelings, you went to a gangster’s daughter?

Chapter 391

"No, I can't run anymore..."

On a circular playground, Ximen Shang was running like a dead dog, sticking out his tongue and staggering.

Beside him, a guard was holding his hand tightly and leading him to run.

There were several guards around to cheer him on.

"Try harder, Master, you are the best!"

"The last eight kilometers are about to end!"

"The last seven and a half kilometers, Master, come on!"

"The one in front, don't let Master stop, run faster, the pace is slowing down..."

Ximen Shang was sweating profusely, and felt that the voices of these guards were like the death warrants of the King of Hell.

He really felt that it was better to die than to live.

When he thought that he would have to live this kind of life worse than death for the next month, he hated Su Jiang more and more.

If it weren't for Su Jiang, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

"Su Jiang, wait for me. When I catch you, I will make you run 100 kilometers every day to relieve my hatred!"

Ximen Shang said harsh words in his heart, but his face looked like he was about to die.

What he didn't know was that under a big tree in the distance, Su Jiang was eating grilled cold noodles while watching him run.

At this moment, he had changed his face and no one could recognize him.

"Wow, the grilled cold noodles in Beijing taste good, quite authentic."

Su Jiang smacked his lips and looked at Ximen Shang in the distance: "Tsk, this physical fitness, Fugui, that stupid cat, is better than him."

The young masters of other families, even those of Gao Zhan, far surpassed Ximen Shang.

However, Su Jiang also knew the reason. When he treated Ximen Shang, he noticed that this guy seemed to be a little weak and sick.

It is very likely that he had a serious illness when he was a child, which led to his poor health now.

But if you want to survive in Beijing, you need to have either strength or brains.

Ximen Shang basically has neither of these two.

"Did Ximen Zhuang really not consider having a second child?"

Su Jiang shook his head and sighed, "You can't really plan to let this guy be the heir, right?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter to me. I just need to find out whether the Ximen family has any connection with that [Nightmare]."

He quickly finished the cold noodles and threw them into the trash can next to him.

Su Jiang clapped his hands, stood up, and made a phone call.

"Hey, where are you?"

"At your mother's..."

"Why the hell are you still cursing?"

"I said I'm at your mother's, can you let me finish what I'm saying? Apologize to me!"

"......Okay, I'll come to you."

"Apologize to me first, or I'll leave immediately!"

"Don't make a fuss, our relationship..."

"Apologize!"

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have cursed you before I finished listening to you, okay?"

Su Jiang said unhappily: "Wait there, I'll come over!"

After that, he hung up the phone, glanced at Ximen Shang, and then turned and left.

......

At almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Ximen Shang's legs were trembling, and he was helped into the clinic.

The guard looked around and didn't see Mu Rou, so he quickly asked Hua Qing, "Where's Mr. Mu?"

"He said he was going out for a walk, what's wrong?"

"Well, the young master is back from running, but we don't know if we can let him sit down."

Hearing this, Ximen Shang turned his head in disbelief and looked at the guards beside him.

I said, why the hell are you holding me up all the time? You even have to ask Mu Rou for permission to let me sit down, right?

Am I the young master or is he the young master?

Upon hearing this, Hua Qing was also at a loss for words and said, "Sit down, it's okay."

Hearing this, the guards helped Ximen Shang to the chair with confidence.

"Ha...ha..."

Ximen Shang was like a corpse, limp on the chair, gasping for breath.

When the sun set, Ximen Shang recovered a little, but Mu Rou still didn't come back.

"Mr. Mu, nothing will happen to you, right?"

The guard asked worriedly. If anything happened to Mu Rou, they would be punished.

Hua Qing was not too worried. He hadn't been back for so long, who knows who will be targeted by Master Su again.

Just as this thought came to mind, he heard footsteps and someone walked in.

"Mr. Mu, you are finally back."

Mu Rou glanced at the guard and nodded: "I went out for a walk and walked a little far. Is there anything serious in the clinic?"

"No, as you ordered, our young master has also finished the ten-kilometer run."

The guard pointed at Ximen Shang, who was already sleeping soundly on the table.

Seeing this, Mu Rou, walked forward and slammed the table.

"Bang!!!"

"Woo wow!"

Ximen Shang was startled and shuddered all over. Just when he was about to curse, he lost all his energy.

"What time is it now?" Mu Rou said indifferently.

"...Six o'clock."

"What should we do at six o'clock in the treatment plan?"

"...Do, do anaerobic training."

Hearing Ximen Shang's words, Mu Rou was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Why are you still stunned, push-ups are ready!"

Not far away, the guards also took out the barbell.

Ximen Shang looked desperate. Is this still a clinic?

Who the hell is doing anaerobic training in the clinic?

"You guys supervise him, do it for an hour and a half, and go to buy spicy hot pot on time at eight o'clock."

"Don't worry, Mr. Mu, we will definitely supervise!"

Then, Ximen Shang's wailing sounded in the clinic.

Walking to the counter, Hua Qing asked in a low voice: "Young Master Su, what have you been doing?"

Mu Rou glanced at Hua Qing, smiled meaningfully, and said nothing.

Hua Qing blinked, why did he feel that Young Master Su was a little different?

It was hard to tell what was different, but the feeling of being owed was still there.

......

In the evening, several people sat around the table and happily ate spicy hot pot.

Ximen Shang ate a big bowl by himself. He had just finished exercising and could eat as much as a cow.

At the same time, as a young master, he did not forget to buy a portion for the guards. It can be said that the sales of the spicy hot pot store tonight were directly full.

There was no need for Ximen Shang to bring it back. People took the initiative to deliver the food to the door and gave a discount.

Although Ximen Shang looked down on this discount, he did not refuse it. Any savings is a little bit.

He is a rich second generation, not a fool. Why not refuse the discount that is delivered to the door?

While everyone was having dinner, no one noticed that on the street in the distance, a figure was walking towards the clinic slowly with a step that showed no regard for relatives.

In the man's hand, he held a black stick.

The dim street light shone on his handsome face, reflecting a pretty face.

It was Su Jiang.