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Chapter 8: The woman you like

"Giggle...you little fox..." The woman who had previously praised Zhao Jianhui's handsomeness was smiling, but suddenly she became serious and whispered: "Stop talking, Coach Lin is here."

A sports girl wearing a white high-waisted tights and black knee-length tights walked in, and the whole place fell into silence.

Lin Yajing stood at the door and saw so many people surrounding Zhao Jianhui. She raised her slender and beautiful eyebrows slightly, her beautiful round eyes flashed seductively, and under her tall and slender nose, her soft and red lips were tight. They pressed together tightly, their expressions were indescribably cold and glamorous, with a hint of temptation in their cold glamour.

"Stand around and watch what others are doing. Have you mastered the movements you just learned?" Her cold and indifferent voice was like the sound of heavenly music, which made people feel indescribably soothing.

When all the girls and wives who were watching Zhao Jianhui returned to the east side and stood in rows in front of their corresponding cushions, Lin Yajing first led them to do aerobics, and then taught yoga movements. It seemed that Coach Lin was still an all-rounder. The action is quite impressive.

As she moves, her slender neck, charming shoulders, sexy and slender arms, delicate white fingers, and white and tender feet are all soft and beautiful, with a slender and skeletal figure. lure. As a fitness instructor, her figure is really well maintained.

In short, the outrageously perfect body measurements are enough to make any beautiful woman in the world feel inferior.

On the treadmill two meters away from Zhao Jianhui, a muscular man in a white vest whispered: "Damn, with this figure, my yellow-faced woman can be half as good as Coach Lin, and I won't go out and play around!" Jing, my beautiful goddess..."

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

Zhao Jianhui, who was also exercising on the treadmill, overheard the boring conversation of the three people beside him, raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

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

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

Seeing that Zhao Jianhui didn't say a word, thinking that he was scared, the muscular man strode up to him and deliberately said loudly: "Stop pretending to be deaf and dumb. What do I want to ask you?"

College student, the proud son of heaven? Or is he an astonishing talent with a lot of money at a young age? How come words don’t go through the brain? Zhao Jianhui, who had just relieved the suffocation in his chest, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. But he acted very gracefully. Looking at the man in front of him whose body and muscle proportions were completely out of balance, he said politely: "Please go away, thank you."

The muscular man became angry, veins popped out on his forehead, and he punched Zhao Jianhui hard on the chest.

Zhao Jianhui flicked his hand casually, using his strength to release the muscular man's powerful and heavy punch. Then, his five fingers formed claws and clasped onto the opponent's shoulder blades, bursting out with wild force.

Amid the screams, the muscular man fell to his knees, his face turning blue and white, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He used both hands to forcefully break Zhao Jianhui's big hand on his shoulder. His body kept twitching and struggled in vain.

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

Everyone in the gym stared blankly at what happened in the blink of an eye. Several friends of the muscular man gradually gathered around, seemingly planning to stand up for him.

Zhao Jianhui glanced at them coldly, walked silently to the iron frame where the sandbags were hung in the fitness room, put his right foot on the ground, turned his body ninety degrees to the right, kicked out his left leg in an arc, and performed a roundhouse kick. With a "pop" sound, the heel of his left foot kicked hard on the sandbag.

With a "wow" sound, a pile of sand suddenly flowed out of the sandbag. Then, Zhao Jianhui, who landed on the ground, looked at those people again. This is a warning, a warning of naked violence.

No one spoke, everyone was 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 people who have not practiced kung fu know that their own The bones are definitely not as strong as the cowhide sandbags.

As those people bowed their heads, the door to the fitness room slammed, bringing everyone's thoughts back to reality. However, the guy who caused them to lose their memory for a short time seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lin Yajing walked over to look at the muscles. She squatted down and massaged his shoulders for a while with strange gestures. The muscular man woke up, looked around, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, his face became ferocious, and he said in a hateful voice: "Damn it, I will definitely kill you."

"That person is not someone you can mess with." Lin Yajing glanced at the other person, her eyes seemed to be looking at a very, very stupid pig with sympathy. Her voice became even colder and she said: "If you don't want to die, the best thing to do when you see him in the future is It’s a good detour.”

This sentence was once said by a woman in Huanghai to her younger brother, but unfortunately that person did not listen. The disobedient man can only lie in bed now, and his wife has to rely on his wife to use a tube to drain food and water into his mouth. I wonder if this person is willing to follow Lin Yajing's advice?

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

Coming out of the gym, Zhao Jianhui breathed a sigh of relief. He saw a noodle shop in front of him. He had been a little anxious about eating rice these days, so he walked into the noodle shop and ate half a pound of mixed noodles. He ate it like a wolf.

Walking on the bustling street, watching people rushing home after work, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help feeling a bit sad.

The sun sets and the moon rises, from day to night. When others come out, whether they go to work or do something else, 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 farmhouse, and whether they are waiting for their kind parents or affectionate wives and daughters at home, let alone whether the family is rich or poor, in short, there are his relatives waiting for him in that place, waiting for him to return safely, that is home, that is happiness! !

Looking at myself alone, when have I ever felt this way? When have I ever enjoyed such warmth for a day?

At night, this street is bustling and noisy. Under the colorful neon lights, many people stay here, consuming the lonely and long night.

Zhao Jianhui walked on this long street in a daze. Perhaps the noise here can temporarily dilute the emptiness in his heart, but the joy of the people around him has no effect on him at all.

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

Wandering aimlessly on the street, he didn't even know when the sky got dark.

Until a familiar feeling came to his heart, Zhao Jianhui suddenly realized that he had returned to the door of Haiyi Building without knowing it.

Haiyi Building is still as brightly lit as before, but the person who can make him find warmth there is thousands of miles away from him.

Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't go in, but turned and walked into a high-end nightclub not far away.

In the sky, there is a half moon and stars. On the street, tall buildings are lined with bright lights. But Zhao Jianhui felt cold as rain. Perhaps at this moment, only the anesthesia of alcohol could calm the melancholy in his heart.

The feeling of home was so miserable and heavy in his heart! !

Alcohol is not a good thing. It hurts the stomach and disturbs the heart, but alcohol is what he desires now. He forgets all the troubles and pains in a drunken dream.

In front of the magnificent lobby, a lady in a red cheongsam turned to Zhao Jianhui and said in a soft 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-like figures over 175CM, delicate and round. They were not wearing underwear in their cheongsams. With the trembling of their waists, their plump balls were faintly beating on their chests.

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

"Sir, please come this way." The lady bowed deeply and stepped aside as she led Zhao Jianhui to sit at the bar in the private room. As she bowed, Zhao Jianhui caught a glimpse of the spring light leaking out of the lady's low-cut chest.

While the lady was getting him some wine, Zhao Jianhui took a quick look at the nightclub through the single-view floor-to-ceiling window.

The deafening heavy metal rock music danced with the fingers of the glamorous DJ wearing revealing fashion, the dim laser lights shone, and everyone was swept by the colorful lights one by one. The expressions on people's faces looked very ferocious at that moment.

In the spacious and huge dance floor, hundreds of young men and women in fashionable clothes twisted their bodies as they pleased to the strong beat of the music.

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

The dance floor was surrounded by sofas in a ring, and the sofas were filled with men and women who kept whistling, screaming, twisting their buttocks on the sofas, and swinging their bodies like snakes, which made them crazy.

On the high raised stage in the middle of the dance floor, a girl with a hot body, wearing a black transparent gauze dress, twisted her slender waist wildly, and her hair that reached her hips was blown by a huge blower, showing a wild beauty. Her white and tender skin and the black transparent gauze dress were set off in black and white, exuding a strange temptation.

Next to her, eight fair-skinned but extremely charming women twisted their bodies in bikinis, and it was they who ignited the frenzy of the entire disco.

In the private room, the music was loud, and white wine, beer, and red wine were consumed one by one. Zhao Jianhui's senses and thinking gradually became dull, and the surrounding noise gradually faded away from him.

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

Gradually, Zhao Jianhui's mind began to go blank. He was like a puppet, mechanically raising the glass, drinking, putting it down, raising the glass again, drinking again, putting it down again, repeating this cycle, and his perception became increasingly blurred...