Rebirth of the Famous Wife: Li Shao and the Thief

Unexpectedly, Wen Moxuan gave him a cold stare, "What the **** are you worrying about?"

"Hehehe, I see..."

Junior Brother had a smirk, just looking at Wen Moxuan's tight face, he probably guessed something.

This brother, who said plainly, is a typical black belly. On the surface, he talks less, but he doesn't know what he is thinking about.

Even if Wen Moxuan didn't admit that he had anything to that girl, he could see it clearly in the eyes of Junior Brother.

"Tsk tusk, I didn't mean it, brother, you are about to run for three anyway, how come you still squeamish when you meet a girl you like?"

"Let me say that according to your good conditions, which girl is not a treasure in the eyes of which girl?"

"I think, if you like that girl, you can go after it boldly. Even if she doesn't promise you one day, she will definitely promise you in two days and three days, I'm sure."

Then he patted his own Hungarian, as if he could pack a ticket for this matter.

"Hmph, you think too much." Wen Moxuan snorted coldly, and then ignored him.

In fact, Wen Moxuan had to admit in his heart that he did have a slightly different sentiment for Tang Nuan's paintings, but this sentiment also made people somewhat unclear.

For such a long time, Tang Nuan's paintings have not appeared in the martial arts hall, and Wen Moxuan's heart will always be a little empty.

But it just feels empty. If you want to say something sad, it's not enough.

If you want to be serious, it should be out of some kind of goodwill.

After all, Wen Moxuan clearly knows that a little girl like Tang Nuan painting does not belong to him. There is a gold master as big as Li Jingyi to compete with him. Even if Wen Moxuan thinks he is not bad, in front of Li Jingyi, his The confidence is not so full.

"Forget it, I can see that Brother is a boring person at all."

Seeing that Wen Moxuan's expression was as light as water, with a look of light red dust, Junior Brother had to give up.

Soon, the taekwondo class painted by Tang Nuan ended.

Then it should be Wen Moxuan's turn to train her in martial arts.

"Long time no see." A few months later, Tang Nuanhua saw Wen Moxuan for the first time, with a generous smile on his face.

"long time no see."

Wen Moxuan gently raised the corners of his mouth and smiled as if there was nothing, but that smile was fleeting.

Then there was no more nonsense, and strict training began.

Wen Moxuan is still exactly the same as before. The requirements for Tang Nuan's paintings have not been reduced because of her lack of exercise during this period, but they have become more strict.

"The action is not standard enough, start over."

"Tang Nuan painting, are you showing me your fist embroidered legs?"

"Again!"

"Just your little effort, have I returned everything I taught you before?"

The tone is even more stressful.

Many times, Tang Nuan painted hoarsely because of some difficult movements, but Wen Moxuan was still very welcome.

The younger brother could only look at him and slapped his lips, "Tsk, no wonder the brother can't find a girlfriend, he doesn't know how to pity a man, no wonder no woman likes him."

Wen Moxuan naturally didn't know the thoughts of Junior Brother.

But in fact, the more strict he is on Tang Nuan's painting, the more he paints for Tang Nuan. After all, he also hopes that Tang Nuan's painting can have the ability to protect himself.

Finally, the training is over.

Tang Nuan painted after some exercise, as if all the bones in his body were about to be broken, and the ligaments had been stretched to the extreme.

Although I didn't feel any obvious pain during the training, when the body stopped, the pain was overwhelming.

"Ouch, my waist..." Tang Nuan painting can only rest on the sofa beside her waist.

"Nuanhua, are you okay?" Lin Nanxiang looked at her with distress.

I couldn't help but whispered dissatisfied, "Oh my God, then Coach Wen is too cruel, right? I doubt if he has hatred with you, or why is he against you like this?"

"Furthermore, all this study is your own money. Isn't it your own business whether you study or not? What is he doing so hard?"

"Seeing that it hurts you, do you want me to get some ointment?"

After Lin Nanxiang turned around to get the medicine, he just happened to see Wen Moxuan with a cold face when he turned around.

"Wen, Coach Wen..." Lin Nanxiang immediately persuaded.

She is relatively courageous, but if she complains behind someone, she actually feels nothing.

But when she formally faced others, Lin Nanxiang felt that she was not good.

Fortunately, Wen Moxuan didn't care about anything with her. He just said softly to get the medicine, and then let Lin Nanxiang go.

Then he walked over in twos or twos, sat next to Tang Nuan's painting, and asked, "How are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Tang Nuan painted a pale smile.

"After all, I haven't exercised like this for a long time. It's normal to suddenly strain some muscles. Just apply some essential oils in a while."

Wen Moxuan answered very simply, and he still looked right.

Tang Nuan suddenly felt amused next to painting, "Hey, are you born like an iceberg?"

I remember that when I first met Wen Moxuan, Tang Nuan still felt that this person was actually somewhat similar to Li Jingyi, who was a taciturn and cold talk.

But now Tang Nuanhua suddenly felt that the difference between Wen Moxuan and Li Jingyi was quite big.

Li Jingyi was cold to death with people he was not familiar with, but in front of Tang Nuan's paintings, he was still very warm.

warm……

Thinking of this, Tang Nuan painting suddenly sighed in melancholy.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Wen Moxuan asked at this time.

He had already noticed that when Tang Nuan painting was training today, even no matter how uncomfortable it was, he still said nothing, as if he was forcing himself to endure something silently.

"The mood is a bit bad, but it's not convenient to tell you." Tang Nuan painted a little embarrassed smile.

"But I do feel better when I sweat, thank you, coach."

Hearing this, Wen Moxuan was inexplicably stunned for a moment.

Then Tang Nuanhua heard him say in a daze, "You said, if I weren't your coach, would all this change?"

"Huh?" Tang Nuan painting obviously had a pause.

Then she said funny, "Coach, you are a little weird today, what kind of questions are you asking?"

"If you weren't my coach, I wouldn't have known you from the beginning, so what story could be there?"

"Moreover, you are not the only coach in the world. If you don't come to teach me, there are others who are willing to take this salary, right?" Tang Nuan said naturally.