Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When the little black face was about to put his hand on Lu Jiaxi's waist for the third time, Bian Xinghuo couldn't sit still.

The second of several sets of training was a set of push-ups. In order to standardize Lu Jiaxi’s movements, the little black face kept placing his hands at a height of tens of centimeters above his waist, requiring Lu Jiaxi’s movement range to touch his hands. only counts.

The palm was placed through the clothes, and the few touches were light touches. It could be seen that Lu Jiaxi deliberately avoided it, and almost every time he felt the presence of the palm, he immediately went down.

But Bian Xinghuo still couldn't stand it anymore.

Only when Lu Jiaxi loves acting, Bian Xinghuo can accept other people's touch of Lu Jiaxi.

At other times, he wished that the whole body of that person was his own.

Bian Xinghuo came and cut off the little black face halfway, and was about to touch Lu Jiaxi's hand again, grabbed the little black face and pulled him up.

The little black face was stunned, and looked up at Bian Xinghuo who was taller than him inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"I'll do it." Bian Xinghuo succinctly expressed his intention to take over the job from the little black face.

The little black face reacted for a while, then refused: "This is my job, you are not a fitness instructor."

Bian Xinghuo took out his mobile phone, and said to the little black face: "I have memorized the movements you just mentioned, and I know the standards."

The little black face was stunned for another two seconds, and continued to insist: "I am the fitness coach."

Bian Xinghuo turned on the phone and tapped it a few times, then held the phone in front of the little black face: "I have a certificate."

Little black face: "???"

What... what proof?

Uncle police card?

For two seconds, the little black face inexplicably felt that he was in the middle of an anti-pornography scene, and he was the one who was prostitution.

Fortunately, Bian Xinghuo quickly added: "Fitness instructor certificate."

Lu Jiaxi, who was doing push-ups on the yoga mat, heard this, stopped doing push-ups, turned over and sat on the mat, and looked up at Xinghuo.

Little Heimian took Bian Xinghuo's phone with disbelief, and there was a photo of his ID in the phone, which was really the same as his fitness trainer ID.

He was speechless for a while, and after a long silence, he insisted: "Then I am also Jiaxi's fitness trainer, and this is my job."

Bian Xinghuo frowned slightly.

Lu Jiaxi suddenly said at this moment: "Let him come."

The two people who were standing looked at Lu Jiaxi in unison.

Lu Jiaxi spoke again, and first said to the little black face: "The wages meeting will be held as usual, so I'm in trouble."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to look at Bian Xinghuo, and hooked him: "Come here."

Bian Xinghuo felt that Lu Jiaxi had ticked his heart.

His ugly expression last second instantly softened, and he walked obediently towards Lu Jiaxi.

Little Hei Lian still wanted to get some more chances to get along with his idol, but he soon found that even a single hair of his hair couldn't fit in the idol's eyes, so he left discouraged.

Bian Xinghuo walked to Lu Jiaxi's side, and as soon as he stood still, the mobile phone in his hand was taken away by Lu Jiaxi.

Lu Jia Xizai carefully looked at the ID photo on the phone for a long time, and was amused: "Is this true?"

"Really." Bian Xinghuo knelt down beside Lu Jiaxi.

Lu Jiaxi was even happier, holding the phone and shaking for a long time: "No, why do you have such certificates?"

Bian Xinghuo didn't know how to answer for a while.

Lu Jiaxi thought that the other party felt that he meant that the fitness instructor certificate was not good, so he quickly explained: "I didn't mean to have this certificate, I just thought it was amazing... Are you sure you didn't graduate from a technical school?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at the smiling face of Lu Jiaxi, who was close at hand, and laughed too: "The technical school doesn't issue a fitness instructor certificate either."

Lu Jia had enough fun, returned the phone to Bian Xinghuo, and looked him up and down, as if looking at some magical species.

Laundry, cooking and housework are all available. The 25-year-old Dr. A has studied massage and martial arts. Now he even has a fitness instructor certificate. This person is too thin to describe him as excellent.

Thinking of this, Lu Jiaxi couldn't help but feel that such a powerful person would be too inferior to be his assistant. Whatever job he did, the salary would be higher than that of his assistant.

However, he could no longer say what he had said about the job introduction more than half a month ago, and the idea of ​​driving him away has long been gone.

Although his mind has been in a mess for the past few days, and all kinds of messy thoughts are going on every day so that he can't figure out what's wrong with him, but one thing has always been clear, he likes the feeling of Bian Xinghuo being by his side.

Very reassuring, especially when Bian Xinghuo looked at him intently.

And most of the time, Bian Xinghuo is watching him intently, no matter how many people are around, he only looks at him, he can always feel it.

"Go on." Lu Jiaxi, who had recovered from his thoughts, lay down on the yoga mat, "Let me see if your fitness instructor certificate is hydrated."

"Mr. Lu without water." Bian Xinghuo responded with a warm smile, and then put his hand precisely where the little black face was just now, and looked down at Lu Jiaxi.

Lu Jiaxi is wearing light-colored clothes today, so he will be sweating, and the texture of his back will be somewhat visible.

Before the body under his hand touched him, Bian Xinghuo felt his palm was already hot. He couldn't help but squeezed his fist lightly, and his scorching body came up like this.

One, two, three...

This time Lu Jiaxi didn't seem to avoid suspicion, every time he touched Bian Xinghuo's palm, he touched it very firmly, and in the end Bian Xinghuo couldn't even tell whether it was his palm or Lu Jiaxi's body that was hot.

After several sets of push-ups, Lu Jiaxi got up from the yoga mat, his face was flushed abnormally.

He was panting, as if he was breathing normally after exercising, but his gaze swept past Xinghuo's hand that was still in the air.

He doesn't know exactly what to look at, he even wants to stare at Bian Xinghuo from top to bottom right now.

When he took the towel handed over by Bian Xinghuo to wipe his sweat, Lu Jiaxi was still full of thoughts of staring at Bian Xinghuo. He covered his face with the towel and let out a dull whimpering sound.

His brain must be broken again, no, he hasn't had a good time these few days.

Maybe it's not just the brain that's bad, but also the nose, and the body's heat dissipation system.

The gym is full of sweaty smell, how can he accurately capture the good smell of Bian Xinghuo?

Does this nose have a problem with the smell on Bian Xinghuo?

And... Isn't it just a few push-ups?

Why is the body so hot?Especially the part on the back of the waist, as if it had been burned, Lu Jiaxi even suspected that he could see a layer of scalded skin when he opened his clothes now.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his lower back. The skin was smooth, and nothing happened.

If it happened, then he must be terminally ill, and this hallucination has come out.

The author has something to say:

Little Black Face: It's been two chapters. Doesn't a muscular, dark-skinned muscular guy in his 20s deserve a name?

Since Ah Jin began to rectify the cover the day before yesterday, the author rolled up his sleeves and decided to make the cover for himself because he didn't know whether the font on the previous cover was up to standard.

And then... I realized how difficult it is for Mrs. Meigong.

Why is it that I imagined a yacht in my head and didn't even make it a piece of driftwood?How do I do it when it’s fine, but when the picture is uploaded, it’s blurry?This shift... how could it be so ugly?

Originally, the author reads articles in Ajin every day, and when he was bored, he would poke into his novel interface to take a look. Since I uploaded the cover I made by myself, the number of times I clicked in has plummeted.

Oh my god, it’s so ugly that I can’t bear to take another look at it. If the sisters who are destined read this post, they might be able to take a look at the ugly cover that the author made a fool of himself. I’ve already made an appointment with the artist’s wife again. It should be destroyed by me.

My son, although my mother doesn't think the child is ugly, but she is as ugly as you, I... hey.