Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 89 Believe in Love 1
Because I was so frustrated, I blacklisted his phone number.

If I hadn't been strong-willed that night, would rather die than surrender, resisted desperately, and hadn't had an accidental bloodbath, maybe Han Qingluo had already taken advantage of me, maybe I had been innocent.

In the final analysis, I am a weak woman with no power to catch chickens. In order to prevent similar things from happening again, I have to become stronger.

How can I make myself stronger?

When I got off work, the car passed by a fitness club. It happened that there was an intersection not far from the club. During the rush hour after get off work, there was a traffic jam and it was difficult to walk.

I was bored in the car, doing nothing, when I looked up by accident, I saw the fitness club next to me, and there was an advertisement spray painting in front of the door: a young woman with staring almond eyes was dancing a long sword vigorously. The tall and burly man stayed away from him, watching with fear, his mouth in an O-shape.

I suddenly became interested.

The chivalrous women in martial arts novels are able to rule the world, isn't it because they are good at martial arts?I don't have high requirements, I don't ask myself to be able to surpass the world in martial arts, and I just hope that I can fight against lustful demons like Han Qingluo and practice self-protection.

When I think about it this way, I get excited.

I also actually went to the club.

That fitness club is currently the largest chain-type fitness club in the city with the most complete configuration, the most complete facilities, and the most abundant courses.

There are equipment fitness, aerobics, fitness dance, aerobic Latin exercise, boxing exercise, barbell exercise, waist dance, street dance, yoga, fitness ball, spinning bike, Latin dance, folk dance, body rhyme, body rhyme, More than 20 kinds of fitness courses such as body training, ballet, barbell exercises, taekwondo, etc.

It's really dazzled and dizzying.

I asked the person in charge who received me: "What can I learn from perverts?"

The person in charge said: "Taekwondo."

I asked again: "Apart from Taekwondo?"

The person in charge said, "Fencing."

Between taekwondo and fencing, I chose fencing.Because Taekwondo is a fighting art, it is famous for flying and spinning kicks. When you learn it, you will inevitably be thrown with blue eyes and swollen eyes, and you also have to do splits, kicks, push-ups, squats, forward rolls, and backs. Tumbling, difficult moves like that.It's better to learn fencing. The movements of fencing are more graceful, like a chivalrous woman in a martial arts film, which looks elegant.

Sign up, pay the money, and you can go to class.

The burly and fleshy coach explained to everyone: "There is a famous American authoritative book: through fencing practice, self-confidence, self-control and self-awareness can be achieved. Fencing is not only a meaningful fitness activity, but also a physical fitness, The movement that combines wisdom and emotion is to cultivate flexibility, quick response ability, improve coordination, concentrate attention, and strive for patience. Every movement of fencing, every step or step back, is the embodiment of thought. The use of tactics. Fighting bravely, but also fighting wits. The choice between advance and retreat is the interlacing of wisdom and the confrontation of ideas."

When I learn fencing, I just want to prevent sex monsters—to prevent sex monsters like Han Qingluo.It doesn't matter what achieves self-confidence, self-control, and self-awareness.

I fantasized that I would transform into the young woman in the advertising spray painting, with staring almond eyes, dancing a long sword vigorously, Han Qingluo was stepped on by me, her eyes widened in fear, her mouth was in the shape of O-shaped, constantly begging for mercy.

At this thought, I couldn't help but lose my voice and laughed.

At this time, after the coach made a series of demonstration actions, he began to roll the roll and shouted: "Surala, put on the mask and come out!"

I came back to my senses and quickly said, "Yes! Got it!"

I quickly put on the mask in my hand and staggered out of the queue.The partner I was doing class exercises with was a tall man—really tall, almost a head taller than me, at least 190 centimeters tall.

His figure was tall, tall and strong, and I couldn't see his facial features, because he wore a mask, only showing a pair of piercing eyes-the eyes seemed to be blue.

Huh?foreign friends?

Before he had time to think about it, the coach commanded from the side, muttering: "Stab! Cut! Slash! Block!"

I took the sword and waved it around, and I didn't fully understand what stabbing was, what was cutting, what was chopping, and what was blocking.In my mouth, following the coach's yelling, I muttered silently: Why doesn't Cheng Yiming like me?No matter what, I'm still in my prime, in my prime, why does Cheng Yiming not like me?
I really don't understand why Cheng Yiming turned a blind eye to me throwing myself into my arms again and again without shame?Could it be that I am not attractive to Cheng Yiming at all?Really do not have?

What should I do to make Cheng Yiming like me?

Hey, Cheng Yiming!
I was just thinking about it, but I was distracted, and my partner hit the shoulder with a sword. I was so scared that my face turned pale, my body was on the verge of falling, and I was in a hurry. The sword has changed from a learning tool to a weapon for self-defense and counterattack, and it hits the opponent with one sword.

This blow, unbiased, hit the partner's vitals, that is, he, um—the place where the man is happy and sows seeds.

It must have been hit hard, the unlucky partner let out a scream of "Ah", the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, then he bent over, squatted down, and put his seed sowing The place was tightly guarded, and it almost rolled over to the ground.

The coach ran over quickly and helped him up.

I was pale and overwhelmed with fright.

God, he won't become Dongfang Invincible because of my sword, right?It's not that I'm afraid, I kept thinking in my heart, it's over, it's over, I've become a painter, and I've completely ruined his sexual happiness.

Like a sinner, I lowered my head, didn't dare to vent my breath, walked forward with red cheeks, bowed and apologized to the unlucky man repeatedly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, please forgive me!"

That unlucky man, while guarding the place where he planted the seeds, asked, "Can a word of 'please forgive me' solve the problem?"

"Then what should I do?" I was anxious, my mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I blurted out: "What happened, I'm responsible, can't it?"

It took a while for the unlucky man to stand up straight, and he asked, "Are you really responsible?"

I nodded hurriedly: "I am responsible! I am responsible!"

The unlucky man was wearing a mask, and his exposed eyes looked at me motionlessly, then those eyes bent and turned into half moons, he stretched out his hand, and lifted the mask off, She smiled and said, "Sulala, then you are responsible for my happiness in the next life."

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(End of this chapter)