Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"Giggle... You flatterer..." the woman who praised Zhao Jianhui's handsome was laughing, but suddenly became serious and whispered, "stop talking, Lin Jiaolian is coming."

A sports girl wearing white high waist tights and Black Knee Length Tights came in, and the whole audience was silent.

Lin Yajing stood at the door and saw so many people around Zhao Jianhui. The slender and beautiful willow eyebrows were gently picked. The beautiful round eyes flashed seductively. Under the high bridge of the nose, the soft and ruddy lips closed tightly together. The expression was unspeakable and there was a faint temptation in the cold beauty.

"Look around and see what others are doing. Have you mastered the actions we just learned?" Her cold and faint voice was as pleasant as the music of heaven.

When the big girls and daughter-in-law gathered around Zhao Jianhui returned to their corresponding cushions on the east side and stood in a row, Lin Yajing first took them to aerobics, and then taught yoga. It seems that coach Lin is still a generalist and has a model in teaching movements.

With her movements, her slender neck, charming shoulders, sexy arms, white fingers and white feet are all soft and beautiful, with the temptation of bony and beautiful. As a fitness coach, she is really well maintained.

In a word, the ratio of perfect to heinous circumference is enough to make any beauty in the world feel inferior.

On the treadmill two meters away from Zhao Jianhui, a muscular man in a white vest whispered: "shit, this figure, the Yellow faced woman in my family can be half as good as coach Lin, and I won't go out to have fun! Quiet, my beautiful goddess... "

"Shh! You are new! " As soon as the two men finished speaking, someone cut in. It's normal for men to talk about their favorite women together. A man who came down from the treadmill after exercise disdained and said, "coach Lin can do Kung Fu. Just like you two, even binding together is not enough for her to hold one hand."

Zhao Jianhui, who was also practicing on the treadmill, overheard the boring conversation between the three people around him. A faint arc appeared at the corners of his mouth and didn't speak.

The muscular man in the white vest glared at Zhao Jianhui and said coldly, "smelly boy, what are you laughing at when I talk?"

Zhao Jianhui glanced at each other, ignored each other and continued to do his own things.

Seeing that Zhao Jianhui didn't say a word, he thought he was afraid. The muscular man strode up to him and deliberately shouted, "don't pretend to be deaf and dumb for me. I asked you something?"

College students, the pride of heaven? Or the amazing talent of young Duojin? How can you speak without going through your brain. Zhao Jianhui, who had just removed his sullen breath from his chest, couldn't help but arch up a regiment of anger at the bottom of his heart. But he was very gracious. Looking at the man whose body muscle ratio was completely out of balance, he said politely, "please get out of here, thank you."

The muscle man was angry, his forehead was blue and his fist hit Zhao Jianhui hard on the chest.

Zhao Jianhui brushed it with his hand and used his hitting force to release the strong and heavy fist strength of the muscular man. Then he formed claws with his five fingers and buckled them on the other party's shoulder blades.

In the scream, the muscular man knelt down, his face suddenly green and white, and his whole body was sweating. His hands broke Zhao Jianhui's big hand clasped on his shoulder. His body kept twitching and struggling in vain.

When Zhao Jianhui let go, the muscular man had turned his eyes over and fainted in pain.

All the people in the gym stared at what happened in the blink of an eye. Several friends of the muscle man gradually gathered around and seemed to be planning to stand out for him.

Zhao Jianhui gave them a cold look and went to the iron frame hanging the sandbag in the fitness room without saying a word. He stepped on the ground with his right foot and rotated 90 degrees to the right. His left leg kicked out in a circular arc. With a "pa" sound, his 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 is a warning, a naked warning of violence.

No one spoke, and everyone was shocked. People who have practiced Kung Fu know that if they want to break a cowhide sandbag, they must have at least 800 kilograms of strength. Even people who have not practiced Kung Fu know that their bones are definitely not as strong as a cowhide sandbag.

When those people bowed their heads, the door of the fitness room "slammed" and remembered the sound of closing the door, bringing everyone's thoughts back to reality, but the guy who made them lose their memory for a short time seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lin Yajing went over and looked at her muscles. She squatted down and massaged his shoulder with a strange gesture. The muscle man woke up and looked around. A touch of resentment flashed in his eyes. His face was ferocious and said, "shit, I must kill you."

"You can't provoke that man." Lin Yajing glanced at each other. Her eyes seemed to sympathize with a very, very stupid pig. Her voice was colder and said, "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 to his little brother in Huanghai. Unfortunately, that man didn't listen. The disobedient man can only lie in bed now. His wife has to use a pipe to flow into his mouth. I don't know if this man will listen to Lin Yajing's advice?

Lin Yajing got up and continued to teach the group of women yoga. Her face calmly guided the students' movements, but she was a little confused in her heart.

When he came out of the fitness room, Zhao Jianhui breathed a long sigh of relief. He saw a noodle restaurant in front of him. He was a little flustered when he ate rice these days. He walked into the noodle restaurant and ate half a kilo of miscellaneous sauce noodles. It was really wolfing down.

Walking on the bustling street and watching people rush to their homes after work, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but have 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 anything, they will always have a concern and a sustenance in their heart.

Because those people have a home!!

Whether it's a luxury house or a farmyard, or whether the family is waiting for them, a kind parent or an affectionate wife and daughter, not to mention whether the family is rich or poor. In short, there are his relatives waiting for him in that place, waiting for his safe return, that's home, that's happiness!!

Look at yourself alone. When did you feel this way? When did you enjoy the warmth of a day?

At night, when the street is bustling and noisy, many people stay here under the colorful neon, consuming the lonely and long night.

Zhao Jianhui walked blankly in this long street. Perhaps the noise here can temporarily dilute the emptiness in his heart, but the excitement of the surrounding crowd had no impact on him.

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

Wandering aimlessly in the street, I don't even know when it's dark.

Until a familiar feeling came to his mind, Zhao Jianhui suddenly found that he had returned to the door of Haiyi building unconsciously.

Haiyi building is still as brightly lit as before, but the people who let themselves find warmth there are thousands of miles away from themselves.

Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly and shook his head. Instead of going in, he turned and walked into a high-end nightclub not far away.

The sky, half moon, stars. The streets are lined with tall buildings and brightly lit. But Zhao Jianhui only felt that his heart was as cold as rain. Maybe at this moment, only alcohol anesthesia can calm the disappointed mood in his heart.

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

Alcohol is not a good thing. It hurts his stomach and disturbs his heart, but alcohol is what he yearns for now. He forgets all his troubles and pain in his drunken life and dream of death.

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

Zhao Jianhui looked at the service girls in the lobby. They were all models with a figure of more than 175cm. They were beautiful and beautiful. In their cheongsam clothes, they just didn't wear underwear. With the tremor of their waist and legs, plump double balls faintly beat in front of their chest.

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

"This way, sir." Zhao Jianhui was guided to sit at the bar table in the box. The young lady bowed deeply and stepped aside. Just as she bowed down, Zhao Jianhui glanced at the spring light leaked from the young lady's low open chest.

While the young lady went to get her wine, Zhao Jianhui looked at the situation in the nightclub through the French window with a single view.

The deafening heavy metal rock music danced between the fingers of the coquettish DJ dressed in exposed fashion, and the dim laser lights shone. Everyone was swept one by one by Lu Li's colored lights. The expression on people's faces looked very ferocious at that moment.

In the spacious and huge dance floor, hundreds of fashionable young men and women twist their bodies at will with the strong music beat.

At this moment, everyone took off their usual disguise and let out the most real side of their heart.

The dance floor is surrounded by a ring by the sofa. The sofa is filled with men and women who constantly whistle, scream, twist their hips on the sofa, and swing like snakes.

On the high and convex collar stage in the middle of the dance floor, a girl with a hot figure, wearing a black transparent tulle dress, frantically twisted the slender willow snake waist, and her hip long hair was blown by a huge blower, showing a wild beauty. Her white and tender skin and black transparent tulle dress reflect black and white, emitting a strange temptation.

Next to her, eight fair skinned, but extremely charming women twisted their bikini bodies, which ignited the fanatical atmosphere of the whole disco.

In the private room, music, noise, Baijiu, beer and red wine, Zhao Jianhui's senses and thoughts slowly became dull, and the noise around him gradually left him.

Zhao Jianhui seems to be sitting alone in a deserted wilderness, tasting bitterness and loneliness alone. His eyes can't hold anything except the wine cup in front of him.

Gradually, there began to be a blank in Zhao Jianhui's mind. Like a puppet, he mechanically raised his glass, drank and put it down, raised his glass, drank and put it down again. In this cycle, his perception became more and more blurred