President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Zhou Zheng's eyes were full of disbelief, "Master Huo, what are you talking about?"

"Why, didn't I express it clearly enough?" Huo Hangzhi raised his eyebrows.

It was just that the expression was too clear, so Zhou Zhengcai suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Master Huo, why do you support Aibao in learning weightlifting?" Zhou Zheng didn't understand.

Huo Hangzhi replied, "This is my daughter, and I naturally dote on her. As long as she wants to learn, I will definitely support her."

"Then... what if you don't look good after learning this, and you can't get married?" Zhou Zheng asked again.

Hearing this, Huo Hangzhi's expression suddenly became serious, "If you say that you don't like Aibao just because of its appearance, it means that you don't really like Aibo.

Such a person, why should I stay with Aibo? "

Zhou Zheng was speechless.

As expected of Mr. Huo, he really had an unusual idea.

And Huo Hangzhi obviously didn't finish his words, and continued, "I'm so rich, I can't find any son-in-law in the future. As long as Aibao likes it, I can rent ten or eight for her."

Zhou Zheng took a deep breath.

Ten eight!

He rubbed his hands together awkwardly, and squeezed out a dry smile, "Master Huo, look, I've been with you for so many years, do I have a chance..."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Hangzhi's disgusted eyes had already fallen on him.

"You'd better give up on this idea. It's impossible for someone like you to have a chance. After all, when Aibao grows up, you will already be an old man. I don't allow old men to exist around my daughter."

Zhou Zheng hurriedly waved his hand, "No, Lord Huo, I didn't mean that. I just want to ask you, if I have a chance, I can be your godson. Then you can help me get married."

Don't worry, he is not such a greedy person, he doesn't want ten or eight wives.

Just one, one is enough.

Huo Hangzhi: "..."

He directly gave Zhou Zheng a supercilious look, and let him experience it for himself.

Although he didn't say anything, Zhou Zheng knew that he was definitely out of luck.

Hey, let's be a wage earner honestly!

Half an hour later, Zhou Zheng ran errands and sent all the weightlifting things to the Aibao ward.

"Uncle Zhou, you are too kind to me. I just said that I want to be a weightlifter, so you sent me the things!" Aibao said happily.

Zhou Zheng looked around and made sure that no one was in the ward, so he whispered to Aibao, "Actually, I didn't give this to you, it was Master Huo, your Uncle Huo, but this matter must be kept secret."

"Okay," Aibao nodded immediately, with a little more expectation in his eyes, "Then why didn't Uncle Huo send it over by himself?"

She still has a lot to say to Uncle Huo!

"He is not in good health now, and he will come to see you when he gets better." Zhou Zheng replied, still a little curious, "By the way, where is your mommy?"

"Mommy went out and said to go shopping." Aibao replied.

While talking, he lowered his head to look at the things in front of him, his expression suddenly became shocked, "Could it be that Mommy also bought these things for me, so I have double copies!"

"That's great," Zhou Zheng replied, "You even have a change of laundry."

"Yeah!" Aibao nodded heavily, and was already looking forward to it, "I don't know what color knee pads Mommy will buy me. I like pink, and purple is also good."