Chapter 391 Apologize to me!

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

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

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

There were several guards around cheering him on.

"Work harder, young master, you are the best!"

"The last eight kilometers are about to end!"

"It's the last 7.9 kilometers, come on, young master!"

"Those in front, don't let the young master stop. Hurry up and run, the pace has dropped..."

Ximen Shang was sweating profusely and felt that the voices of these guards were the same as the talismans of the Lord of Hell.

Now he really felt that it would be better to die than live.

When he thought about having to live a life worse than death for the next month, he hated Su Jiang even more.

If it weren't for Su Jiang, he wouldn't be in this situation.

"Su Jiang, wait for me. When I catch you, I will make you run a hundred kilometers every day to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Ximen Shang said cruel 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 and watching him run.

At this moment, he has changed into another face, and no one can recognize him.

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

Su Jiangba chirped and looked at Ximen Shang in the distance: "Tsk, in terms of physical fitness, that stupid cat from Fugui is better than him."

The young men from other aristocratic families, even those like Gao Zhan, were far ahead of Ximen Shang.

But Su Jiang also knew the reason. When he was treating Ximen Shang, he noticed that this guy seemed to be a little frail and sickly.

It's probably because he had a serious illness when he was a child that he's in such poor health now.

But if you want to survive in the capital, you must either have strength or brains.

Ximen Shang basically has neither.

"Ximenzhuang really didn't consider having a second one?"

Su Jiang shook his head and sighed: "You can't really plan to make this guy your heir, right?"

"Forget it, it doesn't have much to do with me. I just need to find out whether the Ximen family has any contact with that [Night]."

After finishing the baked cold noodles in three to five times, he 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?"

"In your mother..."

"Why the hell are you still swearing?"

"I fucking said I'm here with your mother, can you let me finish what I said? Apologize!"

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

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

"Don't make trouble, our relationship..."

"Apologize!"

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

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

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

...

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

The guard looked around, but did not see Mu Rou, and quickly asked Hua Qing, "Where is Mr. Mu?"

"He said he was going out for a walk, what happened?"

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

When Ximen Shang heard this, he turned his head in disbelief and looked at the guard beside him.

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

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

When Hua Qing heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Sit down, it's okay."

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

"Ha ha......"

Ximen Shang was like a corpse, slumped on the chair with all his strength, and kept breathing heavily.

After the sunset, Ximen Shang recovered a little, but Mu Rou still didn't come back.

"Is nothing going to happen to Mr. Mu?"

The guard asked worriedly, if something happened to Mu Rou, then they would also have to be punished.

Hua Qing wasn't too worried. He hadn't been back for so long, and he might have been targeted by Mr. Su.

As soon as this idea came to my mind, I 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 further. Is there nothing important at the hospital?"

"No, according to your instructions, our young master has also completed the ten kilometers."

The guard pointed at Ximen Shang, who was already lying on the table and fast asleep.

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

"Crack!!!"

"Whoa!"

Ximen Shang was startled, his whole body trembled, and he was about to curse.

Seeing Mu Rou's face, her aura suddenly disappeared.

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

"...Six o'clock."

"On the treatment plan, what should I do at six o'clock?"

"...Do, do anaerobic training."

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

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

Ximen Shang looked desperate. Is this still a medical clinic?

Who the hell does anaerobic training in a medical center?

"You guys will supervise him to do it. He will do it for an hour and a half, and then go buy Malatang on time at eight o'clock."

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

Then, Ximen Shang's wailing sounded in the medical hall.

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

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

Hua Qing blinked, why did he feel something was different about Mr. Su?

I can't say what's different, the feeling of being indebted is still there.

...

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

Ximen Shang even ate a large bowl by himself. He had just finished exercising and could eat a whole cow.

At the same time, as a young master, he did not forget to buy a copy for the guards. It can be said that the Malatang store's sales tonight were full.

There was no need for Ximen merchants to bring it back. They took the initiative to deliver the food to your door and gave them a discount.

Although the Ximen merchant didn't like this offer, he didn't refuse it. It's worth saving anything you can.

He is a second-generation rich man, and he is not a fool. Why don't he want the discounts delivered to his door?

While everyone was eating dinner, no one noticed that on the street in the distance, a figure was slowly walking towards the medical center with steps that he did not recognize.

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

The dim street light shone on his delicate face, revealing a pretty face.

It is Su Jiang.