Faced with Yang Ying's direct inquiry, Lin Chong's concentration could not help but have a brief loss of consciousness.

"Yes, who do I like?"

Lin Chong asked himself.

The faces of Su Miao, Guan Yuxin, Lu Yin and others were like a revolving lantern, flashing back and forth in his mind, but they could not get an accurate answer.

Because he never thought about this problem.

Lin Chong's personality is like this. Apart from practicing martial arts, he is not very concerned about anything else.

He doesn't smoke, drink, doesn't like money, or even doesn't get close to women. He lives a life of extreme self-discipline like an ascetic.

In the eyes of outsiders, such days are really boring, but Lin Chong himself enjoys it.

To be honest, it has only been less than a few months since Lin Chong retired from the army. Before he retired from the army, his only life goal was to pursue the peak of martial arts.

In such a short time, it is really too difficult to make Lin Chong's emotional intelligence normal.

Although he had undergone considerable changes and understood the value of family, family affection and friends, he was still the indifferent and heartless Pojun in his bones.

The cultivation of emotional intelligence and the transformation of personality are not a matter of time and night, and require years of subtle influence. Lin Chong is actually considered a progressive god.

Lin Chong was silent for half a minute, and finally told the truth: "I don't know either."

Hearing Lin Chong's answer, Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

This answer could not be better for her.

After all, Yang Ying also has her own little thoughts and hopes to be with Lin Chong forever. What if Lin Chong has someone he likes and neglects her?

She definitely doesn't want to see that kind of thing happening!

"That's great, it's great. Brother Lin has no one he likes yet, yes!"

Yang Ying felt a voice cheering in her heart, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise it up, rubbed it into Lin Chong's arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, and her eyes closed with peace of mind.

Lin Chong looked down at Yang Ying's sweet sleeping face, pulled over the thin quilt to cover her delicate body, and at the same time closed her eyes and entered the state of forgetting both things and me.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

When Lin Chong woke up again, Yang Ying lying beside him was gone, but the fresh and fragrant body fragrance of the girl remained on the bed sheets.

Lin Chong looked at the ceiling and felt peaceful inside.

After a night of rest, his body began to repair itself, and numbness and itch and pain continued to come from all over the place, which was proof that the wound was healing.

However, if Lin Chong wants to return to his fullest state, he will have to wait at least half a month.

This is based on Lin Chong's strong physique. If an ordinary person suffered such serious internal injuries, he would be bedridden even if he did not die on the spot.

Lin Chong turned his consciousness back into his body.

A strand of internal breath, which is not much thicker than the head thread, runs in the wide meridians. This is the result of Lin Chong's practice for one night. The hardship of the process naturally requires no further words.

Although the inner breath is very slow, and every time the cycle passes through the Dantian position, it will cause severe pain to Lin Zhong, but at least it has a good start.

Next, Lin Chong only needs to wait quietly for the inner breath to expand and grow. As long as the amount of inner breath reaches a certain level, it can be condensed into internal energy again.

Lin Chong lay on the bed for a few minutes, then got out of bed, entered the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and walked out of the room with support from the wall.

He walked very slowly and steadily. He fell down his front foot and then rose up, just like flowing water, with a sense of Baguazhang's "walking like walking in mud".

At the entrance of the stairs, Lin Chong ran into Yukino who was about to go upstairs.

"Master, why did you come out?"

Yukino was startled and his big eyes widened.

"Well, I feel that my health has improved a lot. Instead of lying in bed and wasting time, I should not come down to walk around, so that I can recover faster." Lin Chong said calmly.

Yukino stuttered: "But the doctor told you not to get out of bed within three days..."

"I know my body best."

Lin Chong waved to Yukino: "Help me down."

“Yes, master.”

As a little maid who obeyed her, Yukino did not dare to disobey Lin Chong's orders at all. She immediately nodded obediently, and carefully supported Lin Chong down the stairs and came to the empty living room.

Su Miao and Guan Wei were still sleeping, while Chen Qing was practicing outside. The only ones who got up early and stayed in the villa were Yang Ying and Yukino.

Yang Ying was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. When he heard the noise, he ran out before he even had time to put down the spatula.

"Brother Lin!"

When she saw Lin Chong standing in the living room, her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but frown tightly, and she stamped her feet and said coquettishly: "Why don't you listen to the doctor?!"

Lin Chong's eyelids twitched and said helplessly: "Don't worry, my body has improved a lot. Do you think I am a person who deliberately shows off?"

"real?"

Yang Ying obviously disbelief and turned around Lin Chong twice: "But your face is still not very good. You get out of bed just now. What if it becomes more serious?"

"No, I know it in my heart."

Speaking of this, Lin Chong suddenly wrinkled his nose, sniffed into the air, reminding him: "Xiaoying, are you frying something? I smelled the scent."

"I'm frying eggs, oh, it's all your fault..."

Yang Ying didn't care about talking to Lin Chong anymore, and ran into the kitchen in panic with her little butt.

I don’t know if I have an illusion, but Lin Chong always feels that compared to before, Yang Ying seems to have become more cheerful and lively, as if she has removed some psychological burden.

"Yueno, go and help." Lin Chong moved his arm away from the little maid's shoulder and said gently.

Yukino blinked her big eyes: "Master, don't you want me to help me?"

Lin Chong smiled and shook his head: "No, I can do it myself, you can go."

"Yes, Yukino is going to help."

Yukino's hands overlapped each other, placed them horizontally on his lower abdomen, bowed deeply to Lin Chong, and then turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Chong withdrew his gaze and was about to sit down on the sand when his ears suddenly moved, dispelled his original idea, left the living room and came outside the villa.

On the grass in front of the villa, Chen Qing, wearing a black training suit, stood barefoot and was boxing in the morning sun.

She had obviously practiced for a long time, her forehead was full of sweat, her cheeks were tightly attached to her, a lot of white steam came out from her head, and her eyes were as bright as morning stars.

Lin Chong stood at the door of the villa, narrowing his eyes slightly, silently looking at Chen Qing's back without disturbing him.

Chen Qing played Bajiquan. After Lin Chong's training, her martial arts made great progress. Her moves and moves were short, fierce and fast, and her punches were as fast as lightning. Every punch could stir up a fierce and powerful wind.
Chapter completed!