Restarting 16 Years Old, the Champion is Tiger and Tea

Jia Ming's eyes dimmed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the fitting room next to him. Before Chen Lihua could even exclaim, he kissed her hard.

Chen Lihua struggled for a few times, then went with the flow.

It was just a kiss, what was so great about it. Besides, this guy was really an expert, even someone as experienced as me could still be moved by him.

After a while, Jia Ming was panting and reluctantly let go: "Sister, I really couldn't help myself. I'm sorry for offending you."

Chen Lihua was in high spirits, and she kept shouting in her heart: "No offense, you continue..."

However, Jia Ming gritted his teeth, pushed her away, picked up the bag of clothes, and strode out of the store.

Chen Lihua came out of the fitting room, stood in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of herself with swollen lips and sparkling eyes, feeling a mixture of emptiness and pride in her heart.

It's hard to give up one's natural beauty.

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As the weather gets colder, the martial arts training time every Sunday has been moved to the afternoon.

Even though he is already in his third year of high school, Wen Xin still insists on coming for training, both for practice and to relax his body and mind.

The spring cannot be wound tightly and needs to be loosened from time to time.

Wen Xichen has been participating in the city games recently, but he has not been able to keep up with the training, so he started to become passive when practicing with Wen Xin.

Seeing Wen Xichen suffer several losses at the hands of Wen Xin, Tan Mu, who was watching the fight nearby, was overjoyed.

"Wen Xichen, you can't do this. How come you can't even beat Little Potato?"

Wen Xichen was feeling depressed, and when he heard this, he got anxious: "If you can do it, then do it. Come on, practice with Xiaotu...ah, practice with Wen Xiaoxin."

Tan Mu took the small stool beside him and sat down, stretching his long legs.

"Tsk, I won't be fooled by you."

"Brother Xiaochen, Brother Tan Mu said that he wanted my sister to master the magic skills and then go find him to fight...If you want to practice the magic skills, you must castrate yourself first." Feng Xiaowu intervened without thinking.

Wen Xichen pushed Feng Xiaowu aside with disdain: "You've mastered this skill, Lao Tan, aren't you afraid that Wen Xiaoxin will beat you to death when the time comes?"

Tan Mu said calmly: "Don't worry, she won't let go."

Wen Xichen felt blocked in his heart.

Why do you want to beat this guy again?

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Wen Xin didn't notice the bickering at all. She was looking at the figure moving slowly on the flat road.

The left side of the body feels more relaxed.

It seems that he is alone here today and doesn't need anyone to take care of him all the time. Boss Zhu is making rapid progress.

Seeing Zhu Guiming stop, pounding his legs tiredly, and walking to the tree and standing there holding on to it, Wen Xin quickly picked up two small stools and walked over.

"Uncle, please sit here and rest for a while."

Zhu Guiming looked at the little girl's bright eyes, took the stool with a grateful look, and sat down carefully with the help of Wen Xin.

"Little girl, you are the disciple of Feng Family Fist, right? I see that you are practicing very well."

"Uncle, I'm just practicing for fun. I haven't learned it for long."

Wen Xin also sat down. The old and the young sat side by side, looking at the lake in the distance.

"Uncle, I see your legs have improved a lot. You can walk much better than before."

Wen Xin tilted his head to look at Zhu Guiming and saw a bitter smile on his face.

"Alas, illness comes like a mountain, and it will take a long time to recover."

"Uncle, it's helpful to keep training for your illness. A distant grandmother of mine, who is 65 years old, was in the same situation as you two years ago. A while ago, I saw that she could even ride a bicycle to buy groceries."

Wen Xin's words made Zhu Guiming's eyes light up: "Is it really possible?"

"Of course. My grandmother is very hardworking. The doctor said that she insisted on training, which is why the effect is so good."

Wen Xin really didn't lie about this.

This is a true story. This grandmother did suffer a stroke, but she is now recovering.

But in her previous life, she did see her riding a bicycle to buy groceries when she was almost seventy years old, and she deeply admired her perseverance at that time.

No matter what era, the ones who can finally accomplish something must be ruthless people who can grit their teeth.

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Zhu Guiming nodded.

"Indeed, I went for a follow-up check-up and the doctor said the same thing. Well, the revolution hasn't succeeded yet, and I have to keep working hard." As he said this, he chuckled.

Wen Xin's eyes became hot.

This warm smile looks especially like my father when he was old in the previous life.

In the previous life, in the few years before her father passed away, he would go to Beijing from time to time to worry about her factory.

When I see her busy and methodical, I often laugh like this.

"Hehe, our Xinxin is the most capable..."

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"Dad, you're here, it makes it easier for me to find you for this meal." Zhu Yuan walked over pushing her bicycle.

"You're tired, so the little girl brought you a stool."

Zhu Yuan thanked him profusely and slowly walked away with Zhu Guiming.

Wen Xin looked at the backs of the father and daughter, and suddenly remembered that in her previous life, after her parents gradually grew old, she rarely had the opportunity to accompany them like this.

At that time, I was working hard in Beijing away from them and my family affection faded.

Then, the son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there.

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In fact, not only family affection, now think about it, the so-called love is also shallow.

Does she love Chai Yuxuan?

When I was young, it should be love. But later, I am afraid it is more of a habit, a habit of having such a person around me.

To her, Chai Yuxuan is a partner in life and a subordinate in career.

But never soul mates.

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"Tan Mu, stop right there and see how I'm going to beat you." Wen Xichen's shouting came from a distance.

Tan Mu laughed and ran to Wen Xin, looking curiously at the backs of the father and daughter in the distance.

"Little Potato, you seem to be able to chat with anyone."

Wen Xin retracted his gaze and said faintly: "Yes, I just like chatting with older people, not childish."

Tan Mu's heart choked.

I feel like I'm being disliked by Little Potato.

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Tengda Men's Clothing Store.

The shop assistant was arranging the shelves while Chen Lihua was staring outside the door in a daze.

It was really cold, and there were few people on the road. The cold wind was howling, and the fallen leaves on the ground were blown in circles, which made people feel sad.

A month has passed and Jia Ming has not shown up again. No one knows what happened.

He used to come here every one or two weeks.

Was he frightened by his own impulsive behavior last time?

It's still innocent.

Tsk tsk, that thin waist, that touch, that kissing skill...

It’s great to be young and full of passion. I haven’t been in contact with such a young man for many years. I really miss him a little.

That face was pretty, too. When those peach blossom eyes looked at me, I felt like I was drowning in them.

That look is called affectionate.

I am still very attractive to be stared at like that by a man who is so much younger than me.

But why didn't he come?

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The door opened and two customers came in. Chen Lihua quickly put aside her romantic thoughts and went up to greet them warmly.

It's almost the end of the year, and the business in the store is getting better and better. She received a lot of commission this month, and she is more motivated to work.

Recommendation, try-on, payment. After a set of procedures, everyone took one away.

Chen Lihua happily checked the bill, counted the money in the cash register drawer again, and carefully hung the key on her belt.

Today's profit is quite considerable.

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