Chapter 149: Heart as Cold as Rain

Chapter 149 My heart is as cold as rain

This is the first time in my life that I feel confused and confused. When he turned around and went out, it seemed that Long Lingyun was about to follow him, but he was stopped by the old man who wanted to be his grandfather.

"Don't follow him, let him go, I think he will figure it out." The old man's words contained stubbornness, aloofness, and untold vicissitudes.

The setting sun was like blood, and the green trees and clear water outside seemed to be covered with a layer of gold. Facing the beautiful scenery, not only did Zhao Jianhui not feel relaxed, but Zhao Jianhui felt more and more stuffy in his heart, with a feeling of stuffiness in his chest. I wish I could punch someone twice, or scream a few times to vent my anger.

Dagang Gym? Well, the gym seems to be a place where people can vent their energy.

Zhao Jianhui walked into the fitness building. There were quite a few men and women inside. He took out a handful of money and slapped it on the table at the entrance. He said in a low voice: "Is this money enough?"

With a thick stack of banknotes in front of her, the little sister who was selling fitness cards to customers couldn't help but be startled and thought to herself, "I know what you are going to do?" You just ask if this money is enough?

Seeing Zhao Jianhui's slightly red eyes staring at her closely, the little sister couldn't help but feel her face heat up, thinking to herself, why is this man like this? If you ask this in front of so many people, even if they are willing, they will be embarrassed to answer?

A fat man sitting next to him glared at her fiercely: "Xiaohong, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you take the guests up to the fifth floor?"

Following his little sister up to the fifth floor, Zhao Jianhui walked straight to a pile of equipment in the corner. Looking at these extremely familiar equipment, Zhao Jianhui's sad mood slowly calmed down. He took off his coat and put it on the clothes rack. His well-proportioned and strong muscles shone with golden light under the sunlight that came through the window.

Grip machines, tension machines, bending machines, dumbbells, barbells, treadmills, Zhao Jianhui was quickly immersed in them, and he didn't even see the sad eyes of the little sister next to him.

If there is a fitness coach here, you will be surprised to find that his training methods include heavy weight, low reps, multiple sets, long displacement, slow speed, high density, consistent movement, peak contraction, continuous tension, and relaxation between sets. Completely in line with scientific theory, it is an exercise method that maximizes muscle training effects.

Zhao Jianhui entertained himself and enjoyed it quite a lot. He was tossing and turning with a bunch of instruments, but surprisingly he didn't even break out a drop of sweat. As a result, the other guests in the fitness room suddenly looked at him in a strange way.

A middle-aged woman smiled charmingly and said, "I didn't expect this handsome guy to be so powerful?"

"Yes!" Her companion looked at Zhao Jianhui's not-so-handsome face, but his super strong body, and sighed in his heart: "The man in my family is less than thirty, but he can't even last ten minutes every time... …”

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

A charming athletic girl wearing a white high-waisted tights, with round and soft breasts, black knee-high tights, plump and sexy buttocks walked in, and the whole place was silent.

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, there was a soft and rosy smile. The lips were pressed together tightly, and the expression was indescribably cold and glamorous, with a hint of temptation in it.

"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 delicate arms, delicate white fingers, and white feet are all soft and beautiful, with both round and plump breasts. It is the ultimate, and it has the temptation of being skinny and slim. As a fitness instructor, her figure is really well maintained.

In a word, Lin Yajing's figure is enough to make any man with a normal sexual orientation engorged, and her outrageously perfect 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..."

The buddy who was running next to him also whispered in agreement: "If I can sleep with her for one night, I would be willing to lose two years of my life."

"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. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he 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 Zhao Jianhui didn't say anything, thinking he was scared, the muscular man strode up to him and deliberately said loudly: "Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb, I'm asking you a question?"

College student, a child of destiny? Or a young and rich talent? How can you speak without thinking? Zhao Jianhui, who had just gotten rid of the anger in his chest, couldn't help but feel a ball of anger in his heart. But he behaved very gracefully, looking at the man in front of him whose body muscle proportions were completely out of balance, and said politely: "Please get out of here, thank you."

The muscular man was angry, his forehead veins bulged, and he punched Zhao Jianhui's chest fiercely.

Zhao Jianhui flicked his hand casually, using the force to counter the force to dissipate the muscular man's powerful punch, and then he made claws with his five fingers, clasped on the opponent's shoulder blade, and burst out with wild force.

Amid screams, the muscular man fell to his knees, his face was pale and blue, and cold sweat was pouring out of his body. He used both hands to pry open Zhao Jianhui's big hands that were clasped on his shoulders, and his body was twitching constantly, struggling in vain.

When Zhao Jianhui let go, the muscular man's eyes had rolled up and he fainted from the pain.

Everyone in the gym was staring blankly at what happened in the blink of an eye. Several friends of the muscular man gradually gathered around, and it seemed that they were going to stand up for him.

Zhao Jianhui glanced at them coldly, walked to the iron frame hanging sandbags in the gym without saying a word, stepped on the ground with his right foot, turned his body 90 degrees to the right, kicked out with his left leg in an arc, and kicked back. With a "pop", the heel of his left foot kicked hard on the sandbag.

With a "whoosh", 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 warning of violence.

No one spoke. Everyone was shocked. Those who have practiced Kung Fu know that to break a cowhide sandbag, you need at least 800 kilograms of force. Even those who have not practiced Kung Fu know that their bones are definitely not as strong as cowhide sandbags.

As those people lowered their heads, the door of the gym "banged" and closed, 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 the muscle. She squatted down and massaged his shoulders with strange gestures for a while. The muscle man woke up, looked around, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. His face was full of flesh and ferocious, and he said hatefully: "Fuck, I must 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 stupid pig with sympathy, and her voice became even colder: "If you don't want to die, you'd better take a detour when you see him in the future."

This sentence was once said by a woman in Huanghai to her younger brother, but unfortunately the man did not listen. That disobedient man can only lie in bed now, and his wife has to use a tube to feed him food. I wonder if this man is willing to listen to Lin Yajing's advice?

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

Coming out of the gym, Zhao Jianhui breathed a long sigh of relief. Seeing a noodle shop in front of him, he happened to be a little flustered about eating rice these days. He walked into the noodle shop and ate half a catty of mixed noodles. He really devoured it.

Walking on the bustling street, watching people rushing home after work, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help feeling a sour taste in his heart.

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! !

No matter whether it is a luxurious house or a small farmhouse, no matter whether the people waiting for them at home are kind parents or affectionate wives and daughters, not to mention 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 had this feeling? 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 blankly on this long street. Perhaps the noise here can temporarily dilute the emptiness in his heart, but the joy of the crowd around him has no effect on him.

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

Wandering aimlessly on the street, he didn't even know when it 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.

The lights in Haiyi Building were still as bright as before, but the person who made him feel warm inside was thousands of miles away from him.

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

In the sky, there was a half-moon and stars. On the streets, tall buildings were 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! !

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