1971: C1971 A Photo from Three Years ago

C1971 A Photo from Three Years ago

What the f * ck? Zhao Huairen had already said so much, what else could he say? What could he say?

He really couldn't think of a way to forgive Qin Luo for not reading enough books.

"Phew..." Qin Luo let out a long breath and looked at Zhao Huairen helplessly. "Professor, you won..."

"When do you think the wedding will be held?"

The wedding?

Emm, this is so f * cking scary.

Hearing this, Qin Luo's legs went soft and he almost fell to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Qin Luo shook his head. "Professor, it's impossible to get married."

"Even if I, Qin Luo, starve to death, I will not get married even if I jump down from here!"

Yes, no matter what Zhao Huairen said, Qin Luo would not agree today!

"Are you really not willing?" Zhao Huairen narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will make the recording public?"

Make it public?

If it was public, then so be it.

In any case, there wasn't any loss...

At most, he would have to bear the reputation of not believing what he said!

But what did that have to do with it?

Qin Luo would rather lose his reputation than regret it for the rest of his life.

After all, from the beginning to the end, Qin Luo's goal was very clear, and that was to be a young model of the club.

Although Zhao Linlin was also a model, the problem was that she was not tender enough!

"Not afraid!" Qin Luo shook his head.

Zhao Huairen was speechless."

Looking at Qin Luo's determined face, Zhao Huairen's face was filled with helplessness.

He sighed faintly and said, "If that's the case, then forget it..."

After saying it again and again, Zhao Huairen opened his contact list and pretended to call Zhao Linlin.

"Wait..."

However, at this moment, Qin Luo suddenly stopped him!

Zhao Huairen:???

He could not understand what Qin Luo was trying to do.

"Qin Luo?" Zhao Huairen looked at Qin Luo in surprise.

"Professor Zhao, who is in this photo?" Qin Luo pointed at the photo on the phone and asked.

The caller was a woman with brown eyes, blonde hair, a thin body, and a perfect appearance.1

Who was this?

Don't tell me it's Zhao Linlin, right?

At this moment, Qin Luo was a little unsure.

Who?

Hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhao Huairen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "My granddaughter, Zhao Linlin..."

Qin Luo: "! @ $%..."

To tell the truth, Qin Luo could not believe his ears.

It was really Zhao Linlin!

But why was the woman in front of him different from the muscular woman from before?

"Gulp..." Qin Luo carefully swallowed his saliva and said, "Professor, why is this photo different from the previous one?"

Different?

At this moment, Zhao Huairen suddenly became happy.

He knew that Qin Luo would ask this question.

"Why is it different? It must be different! Linlin was only 18 when she won the bodybuilding championship. " Zhao Huairen smiled and said," And now Linlin is 20. "

"Furthermore, Linlin does not practice bodybuilding anymore."

"Then what do you practice?"

"Form..."

Form?

Qin Luo was slightly stunned, then his eyes widened.

No wonder her figure was so good now!

Although Qin Luo did not know much about physique, Qin Luo knew that there was a very important factor in practicing physique. One could not have muscles!

Qin Luo could imagine how good Zhao Linlin's figure was now!

Damn it, why am I so stupid!

Qin Luo stomped his feet, his eyes full of resentment.

That's right, Qin Luo regretted it.

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