Xu Qinglian thought of a possibility, she choked for a while, choked and smiled at Wang Ai: "You, you, you actually...hahaha."

Wang Ai looked down and looked at his girlfriend like an idiot: "What do you want?"

As Wang Aixin flicked his hand, a drop of water fell on the concrete floor next to the exercise mat: "This is also urine? Can I still pee on my arm?"

"Oh." Xu Qinglian was a little bit ashamed, still a little curious, couldn't help but leaned forward and sniffed: "I've always wondered why you don't have that smell of sweat?"

Wang Ai stretched out his arms and sniffed, shook his head indifferently, and turned to the horizontal bar: "It's too much flowing."

"What do you mean?" Xu Qinglian also put down the cup, and continued her actions, still asking.

"Broadly speaking, sweat odor has three factors. The first is the working environment. For example, in a highly polluted environment, sweat is stained with dust and dust and then eroded by bacteria. The second is caused by moldy pores and skin debris. , That is, if you are not clean, you will sweat again. The third is the sweat itself. There are some things such as urea and uric acid, which are not much by themselves and taste not great. The more sweat, the more diluted, the more no taste."

"Oh." Xu Qinglian replied, after thinking about it, and then asked narrowly: "Why do you study these? Is it to seduce girls?"

Wang Ai, who was doing pull-ups with a barbell on his feet, couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I found it during a long-distance running. Generally, at the beginning of a run or not for a long time, the sweat is salty and the sweat is particularly salty, so he ran. When the salt sweat dries out, it becomes greasy sweat, which is especially sticky. When I run away completely or run frequently, it becomes water sweat. It is neither salty nor oily. Just like water, I am in this state now. The outside is very transparent."

Speaking of this, he found that Xu Qinglian was going to attack again, and Wang Ai immediately countered: "Say you eat a lot all day long. You don't have enough exercise. Be careful to become a stinky woman."

Xu Qinglian decisively exploded her hair: "You're a stinky woman! A stinky man, if you praise you, you don't know the north, south, east, and west."

But the mouth was stern, but the body stood up and began to do aerobics.

Wang Ai’s daily exercise is very strict, with a whole set of exercises, a product of the combination of Chinese and Western. One minute on the court, ten years of hard work on the court, it was impossible to waste, so after a few words with Xu Qinglian, she fell silent, only the rhythm of breathing and the frightening strength training.

For example, the butterfly machine, Wang Ai used to use a full grid of 93 kilograms, now in order to save training time, replaced with 136 kilograms, every stretch, all! This specially strengthened butterfly machine will make a terrifying sound under heavy pressure. It doesn't work if you don't strengthen it. This thing usually only needs 30% load, while Wang Ai always has 100% load, and the life of the equipment is three-quarters shorter.

Xu Qinglian did aerobics for 20 minutes and was tired. Although she had her hair crossed, there was still a layer of water on her neck. Walking up to Wang Ai on the high-back trainer, he looked at Wang Ai's muscles with interest, and suddenly said, "Why do your muscles look like that?"

As he said, he stretched out his fingers and poked Wang Ai's chest muscles and abdominal muscles.

Wang Ai was too lazy to pay attention to her and was adjusting her breathing, so her chest muscles and abdominal muscles contracted violently, and Xu Qinglian's fingers flicked away abruptly. However, Xu Qinglian seemed to be more interested in discovering the New World, and came back to poking endlessly.

After finishing a set of movements with great difficulty, Wang Ai slowly loosened his arms, put down the heavy weights behind his back, and said with a panting breath: "By the way, are you a hooligan? I just want to touch you. Anxious, you can be confiscated."

Hearing the meaning of her boyfriend's subtext, Xu Qinglian retracted her claws and took two steps back: "Say, why are you different from them?"

"Why is it different?" Wang Ai looked down at his chest and abdomen: "Isn't they as good-looking?"

"Yeah!" Xu Qinglian raised her chin.

"The nature of our exercise is different." Wang Ai shook his head and leaned on the pillar to rest: "They are just for beauty. They will definitely shape the body according to human aesthetics. We are not for people to see. Besides, they always There are those who take medicine and fight medicine, we...well, at least not for the muscles. Of course, very few of them may be, but most of them don’t, because our beautiful muscles are of no use or even harm."

"Can't it be useful and beautiful?"

"Also!" Wang Ai contemptuously said: "If you meet me, you can take advantage of it, so you can go secretly. Anyway, I am practicing football. I want to practice shot and hammer..."

"Ah!" Xu Qinglian exclaimed, and then gestured with both hands: "Their size..."

Wang Ai frowned: "What nonsense, people are also honoring the country, and they give more to the country than us. After all, people sacrifice for the country, so we can't laugh at them."

Looking at Wang Ai, she was a little angry, and Xu Qinglian quickly confessed her mistake: "I am not fully aware of it, my taste is vulgar, the aesthetic is vulgar, and I pursue kitsch..."

Amused Wang Ai, "I'll just say that, it hurts my heart. Alas, I'm not right when I talk about it, and it's disrespectful to others. I'm duplicity, it's my fault."

Speaking, Wang Ai walked to the horizontal bar, grabbed the bar with both hands, raised his feet and hung the bar with the back of the instep: "Don't tease me, this action is more dangerous."

Xu Qinglian nodded, returned to the mirror and sat cross-legged on the mat, watching her boyfriend’s feet hang on the bars, stretching her body to do abdominal muscle contraction training, this one is head down, in case the funny Wang Ai shakes off. His head was stuck in his neck.

Even if Wang Ai is not dead, she has to cry to death, and her boyfriend will lose his neck in the future! In other words, this is a good way to murder her husband, why doesn't Qiong Yao write that?

Xu Qinglian supported her chin with one arm, her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's body like Dapeng, but she started to wonder in her mind.

Men love the figure of a woman, and of course women love the figure of a man. In the private time of this world-famous star, you can watch it unscrupulously. Xu Qinglian suddenly felt: What a happy feeling!

At eleven o'clock in the night, Wang Ai stretched his body to end, but still felt a little too close, so he temporarily grabbed a weight-bearing vest and put it on, and quickly did two hundred push-ups on the ground. It felt cool to stand up and shake off the vest. .

Xu Qinglian regained her senses at this time, and pointed to the butterfly machines, presses, pullers, and big birds in the room: "Can I practice?"

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "It doesn't hurt for girls to practice some."

"Aren't you afraid that I will become a muscular girl?" Xu Qinglian waved her fist and looked fiercely in front of Wang Ai.