Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Yun Fan felt that this was not something she could decide.

Furthermore, she knew what to do.

After thanking the other for her kindness, she sat next to her and waited for the others to finish running.

She was okay. After Pan Ke and Xu Cheng did ninety push-ups, they ran ten laps and almost didn't spit out directly.

Instructor Li stood in front of the team with his hands in his hands, and when his eyes fell on the two of them, he said in a very harsh tone: "Today is a demonstration, a demonstration of mistakes. After today, everyone is welcome to continue to make mistakes. I personally would like to see This kind of scene."

Everyone was inexplicably cool behind.

After estimation, no one dared to be late again.

After that, they practiced walking together. Instructor Li did not forgive everyone because they were too tired.

It was not until 11:30 noon that they could finally disband.

Yun Fan took out the water in his pocket and took two sips.

After that, Jiang Qiao said that he wanted to have dinner with her, but he didn't say the specific time or where he should wait for him.

If you wait in the cafeteria, there will be a lot of people in the cafeteria, which will definitely cause a lot of commotion.

Or just wait on the playground and find a place with shade.

After making up her mind, she sat on the edge of the flowerbed.

Step on your legs and hug your knees to minimize your presence.

Before Jiang Qiao, the phone rang first.

It was a call from Ning'er's mother.

Ning'er's mother was Cui Nan, a famous ballerina when she was young, and later married Ning'er's father, and she began to be a ballet teacher, and Ning'er is undoubtedly one of her most successful students. .

Although her ballet is not very successful, she is already very famous in the modeling circle.

"Hello? Mom."

Because of Cui Nan practicing ballet all the year round, she is like an elegant swan. His gestures are more pleasing than those noble ladies.

Even talking is gentle and gentle, Ning Er's this is very similar to her mother.

Cui Nan is now resting, and the students in the training class are practicing.

She had time to think of something before calling her.

"Baby, you have an invitation letter this Saturday, remember? The sweet model exhibition."

The sweet model exhibition is held in Italy.

Last year, Ning'er was invited, and in the entire China region, only Ning'er and another senior were invited.

At that time, I didn’t expect what would happen now. On Saturday...

Military training should not be holiday.

Yun Fanfan talked to Cui Nan about the embarrassment. Cui Nan said: "In the afternoon, you will give your cell phone to your instructor. I will tell your instructor, and the next day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so you don't have to rush back. "

Yun said broadly: "Okay."

It's not good to miss an appointment with this kind of thing.

After all, this is not a domestic model exhibition. If she does not go, the image of the country will be affected.

Yun Fan sat for a long time, and some people came to sign during the period. At the beginning, she signed, but she didn’t know what happened later. As more and more people came, she changed her place and sat down on the stairs next to the tree. Head shrunk into a ball.

No one noticed her this time.

I waited until half past twelve, and occasionally looked up, but still did not see Jiang Qiao.

She stood up, took off her hat, trying to breathe.

The shoulder was suddenly held from behind, and the hot temperature spread to her skin through the camouflage uniform.