Chapter 8: The woman you like

"Hehe... you charming..." The woman who had previously praised Zhao Jianhui for her handsomeness was smiling, but suddenly she turned serious and whispered: "Stop talking, Coach Lin is here."

A sports girl wearing a white high-waisted tights and black knee-length leggings walked in, and the audience suddenly became silent.

Lin Yajing stood at the door and saw so many people surrounding Zhao Jianhui. She raised her slender and beautiful willow eyebrows lightly, her round eyes flashed with temptation. Under her slender and high nose bridge, her gentle and rosy lips were tightly pursed together. Her expression was indescribable, and there was a faint temptation in the coldness.

"Have you mastered the movements you learned just now?" Her cold and indifferent voice was as comfortable as the sound of heavenly sounds and fairy music.

When the big girls and wives who were watching Zhao Jianhui returned to the corresponding soft cushions on the east side, they stood in rows. Lin Yajing first took them to do aerobics, and then taught yoga movements. It seemed that Coach Lin was still a versatile, so he was very good at teaching the movements.

As she moves, her slender neck, beautiful and charming shoulders, sexy and slender arms, beautiful and white fingers, and white pink feet are all soft and beautiful, with the temptation of skinny and slenderness. As a fitness coach, her figure is really well maintained.

In a word, the outrageous proportion of measurements is enough to make any beauty in the world feel inferior.

On the treadmill two meters away from Zhao Jianhui, a muscular man wearing a white vest whispered: "Damn, my yellow-faced woman at home is half as good as Coach Lin, and I won't go out to play tricks! Jing, my beautiful goddess..."

"Shh! You are new here!" As soon as these two people finished speaking, someone interrupted. It was normal for men to discuss the woman they liked together. A man who got off the treadmill after exercise said disdainfully: "Coach Lin is good at kung fu. Just like you two, even if you tied it together, it wouldn't be enough for her to pinch it with one hand."

Zhao Jianhui, who was also training on the treadmill, accidentally heard the boring conversation between the three people beside him, and a slight arc appeared on the corner of his mouth and did not speak.

The muscular man in a white vest glared at Zhao Jianhui and said coldly: "Boy, I'm talking, why are you laughing at?"

Zhao Jianhui glanced at the other party, ignored the other party, and continued to do his own thing.

Seeing that Zhao Jianhui didn't say anything, thinking he was afraid, the muscular man strode to him and deliberately said loudly: "Stop pretending to be deaf and dumb, I'm asking you?"

College student, a pride of heaven? Or a stunning talent who is rich and rich in youth? How can you speak without passing through your brain? Zhao Jianhui, who had just disappeared from his chest, couldn't help but feel angry. But he showed a very graceful look. Looking at the man in front of him who had completely dysregulated muscle proportions, he said kindly: "Please get out of here, thank you."

The muscular man was angry, his forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he punched Zhao Jianhui hard in the chest.

Zhao Jianhui flicked casually, using the force to relieve the heavy punch of the muscle man. Then his five fingers formed claws and pressed against the opponent's shoulder blades, and violently exploded.

Amid the screams, the muscular man knelt on the ground, his face turned blue and white, and his body was covered in cold sweat. His hands were pressing against Zhao Jianhui's big hand that was buckled against his shoulders, and his body kept twitching and struggling in vain.

When Zhao Jianhui let go, the muscular man had already rolled his eyes and fainted from pain.

Everyone in the gym was staring blankly at what happened in the blink of an eye. Several of the muscular men's friends gradually surrounded him, as if they were planning to stand up for him.

Zhao Jianhui looked at them coldly, walked to the iron frame with sandbags hanging in the gym without saying a word, stepped on the ground with his right foot, rotated his body ninety degrees to the right, kicked out in an arc with a rounded kick, and with a "pop", the left heel kicked hard on the sandbag.

With a "wow", a pile of sand suddenly flowed out of the sandbag. Then, Zhao Jianhui, who fell to the ground, looked at the people again. This was a warning, a naked violent warning.

No one speaks, and everyone is shocked. Anyone who has practiced Kung Fu knows that if you want to kick a cowhide sandbag, you must have at least 800 kilograms of strength. Even those who have not practiced Kung Fu know that their bones are definitely not as strong as those of the cowhide sandbags.

As those people bowed their heads, the gym door "bang" remembered the sound of closing, bringing everyone's thoughts back to reality, but the guy who made them lose their memories for a short time seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lin Yajing walked over to look at her muscles. She squatted down and massaged his shoulders with a strange gesture. The muscular man woke up and looked left and right. A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, his face became ferocious and he said with hatred: "Damn, I must kill you."

"That person is not something you can mess with." Lin Yajing glanced at the other party, looking at a very, very stupid pig with sympathy. Her voice became even colder: "If you don't want to die, it's better to take a detour if you see him in the future."

A woman once said this to his younger brother in Huanghai, but unfortunately the person did not listen. The disobedient person can only lie on the bed, and his wife has to use a tube to flow into his mouth. I wonder if this person is willing to listen to Lin Yajing's advice?

After Lin Yajing said that, she stood up and continued to teach the group of women to practice yoga. She guided the students' movements calmly, but her heart was a little confused.

After coming out of the gym, Zhao Jianhui breathed a long sigh of relief. He saw a noodle shop in front of him. He was a little nervous about eating rice these days. He walked into the noodle shop and ate half a pound of mixed noodles. It was really a voracious meal, and the wind was blowing away the clouds.

Walking on the bustling streets and watching the people who are getting off work hurrying to their homes, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help feeling a bitter feeling in his heart.

The sun sets and the moon rises, from day to night. When others come out, no matter when they go to work or what they do, they always have a concern and a sustenance in their hearts.

Because, those people have a home!!

Whether it is a luxurious house or a farmyard, or what is waiting for them in the house is a kind parents or a passionate wife and daughter, let alone whether this family is rich or poor. In short, there is his relatives waiting for him in that place, waiting for him to return safely, then you will be home and you will be happy!!

Let’s look at myself, when did I feel this way? When did I enjoy this kind of warmth for a day?

The night is the bustling and bustling time of this street. The vast crowds of people stay here under the colorful neon lights, consuming the lonely and long night.

Zhao Jianhui walked in a daze on this long street. Perhaps the noise here could temporarily dilute the emptiness in his heart, but the joy of the crowd around him had no effect on him.

He felt like he was walking in another space, and could hardly feel any joy.

Wandering aimlessly on the street, not even knowing when it was dark.

It was not until a familiar feeling came to my heart that Zhao Jianhui suddenly realized that he had returned to the door of Haiyi Building without realizing it.

The Haiyi Building is still as bright as before, but the person who allows you to find warmth is already thousands of miles away from you.

Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly and shook his head. Without going in, he turned around and walked into a high-end nightclub not far away.

The sky is full of bright moon and stars. The streets are full of tall buildings and bright lights. But Zhao Jianhui only feels as cold as rain. Perhaps at this moment, only alcohol anesthesia can calm the melancholy mood in his heart.

The feeling of home is so miserable and so heavy in my heart!!

Alcohol is not a good thing, it hurts the stomach and confuses the heart, but alcohol is what he desires now, forgetting all his worries and pains in his drunkenness and dreams.

In front of the magnificent lobby, a lady in a red cheongsam dress twisted to Zhao Jianhui and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, sir, are you drinking, singing or dancing? Are there any familiar ladies?"

Zhao Jianhui looked at the service ladies in the lobby. They were all model figures above 175cm, and they were round and beautiful. Their cheongsam outfits were just not wearing underwear. As the waist trembled, plump double balls were vaguely jumping on their chests.

After shook his head, Zhao Jianhui said, "I'm here to drink."

"Sir, please." As she guided Zhao Jianhui to sit in the strip table in the box, the lady bowed deeply and then stepped back. Just as she bowed, Zhao Jianhui glanced at the light of spring leaking from the lady's lowered chest.

While the lady was going to get her wine, Zhao Jianhui looked at the situation in the nightclub through the single-view floor-to-ceiling window.

The deafening heavy metal rock music danced between the fingers of the charming DJ who was wearing exposed fashion, and the dim laser lights shone. Everyone was swept by Lu Li's colorful lights one by one. The expressions on people's faces seemed very ferocious at that moment.

On the spacious and huge dance floor, hundreds of young men and women in fashionable clothes twisted their bodies as they pleased with the powerful music beats.

At this moment, everyone took off their usual disguise and vented the truest side of their hearts.

The dance floor was surrounded by a ring of sofas. The sofa was filled with whistles and screaming loudly, twisting its butt on the sofa, and its body swung like a snake, causing crazy men and women.

On the high raised heading stage in the middle of the dance floor, a girl with a hot figure was wearing a black transparent tulle suit, twisting her slender waist wildly. Her hair that was reaching her hips was blown by a huge blower, showing a wild beauty. Her white and tender skin and the black transparent tulle suit were in black and white, exuding a strange temptation.

Next to her, eight fair-skinned but extremely charming women twisted their bodies in bikini, and it was them who ignited the fanatic atmosphere of the entire disco.

In the private room, the music was noisy, the white wine, beer and red wine were in one cup, and Zhao Jianhui's senses and thinking gradually became dull, and the noise around him gradually left him.

Zhao Jianhui seemed to be sitting alone in the deserted wilderness, savoring bitterness and loneliness alone, and could no longer tolerate anything except the wine glass in front of him.

Gradually, a blank began to appear in Zhao Jianhui's mind, like a puppet, raising his glass, drinking, putting it down, raising his glass, drinking, putting it down again, and putting it down again. This cycle of life made him feel more and more blurred...
Chapter completed!