Han Zong: Start from Chinatown and dominate South Korea

Most of the people who come here are full of yearning for power, and uphold a firm mentality of admiration for strength.

Bai Chengze's washboard-like eight-pack abs, delicate male dog waist and mermaid lines are all-purpose killers in the gym.

With such a flawless figure, even Ms. Cheng, who is extremely picky, has to call an expert and shout "Fuck" (flip sentence).

What's more, Bai Chengze still has a handsome face like a son-in-law of Shengtian. Even if he doesn't do anything, just standing there is enough to make most women conquer themselves.

Fortunately, Bai Chengze is a person with pursuit after all.

Since they have such favorable conditions, of course they have to pick and choose.

Those noisy and impetuous little girls did not enter his eyes at all.

Right now, he is more focused on Song Yichen, who is like a stunner.

Bai Chengze taught Yichen a few simple movements.

When he was resting, he raised both hands forward, let Yi Chen ride on his right arm, and did a squat lightly.

Yichen rested her arms on Bai Chengze's neck, her cheeks were like the sunset glow.

With his body shaking and rubbing, she felt warm and moist for a while, and then her heart became flustered, wondering if Bai Chengze's arm had noticed something strange.

After Bai Chengze finished a set of squats, Yichen ran away with a flushed face, got into the bathroom, leaned against the wall, clutched his chest, and gasped for breath.

After wiping herself clean, Yichen collected her emotions, walked out of the bathroom calmly, and came to Bai Chengze with a flattering face, "What are we going to do next?"

Bai Chengze looked Yichen up and down, pinched her belly, shook his head and said, "Your body fat percentage still needs to be reduced, I recommend you to do more aerobic exercise."

"Aerobic exercise..." Yichen bit her finger and lowered her head, "Then, which ones are better for you?"

Hearing this, Bai Chengze made a thoughtful look, then he paced around Yichen and gave his opinion very sincerely, "The aerobic equipment you saw in the gym is absolutely Most of them hurt your knees."

Bai Chengze didn't intend to intimidate Yichen, on the contrary, what he said was the truth.

Aerobic programs such as treadmills, elliptical machines, and bicycles can indeed cause irreversible damage to the knees.

These things are also some common sense in the fitness circle.

Of course Yichen, who had done her homework in advance, knew this, and she asked anxiously, "Then... are there any good projects you can recommend?"

"The best aerobic exercise is swimming." Bai Chengze said seriously.

Yi Chen glanced around, "But, there is no swimming pool here..."

"I have them at home," Bai Chengze said with firm eyes, "You can come to my house to swim."

"Ah?" Yi Chen was taken aback, his mouth was opened round, and his expression was a little disbelieving, "Really?"

"certainly.".

【8】Cheater

Seoul, a small apartment near Garibong-dong.

The room was dimly lit except for an orange bedside lamp.

The dim lights reflected the two figures on the bed on the wall, as if they were unreal.

"Chengze..." Yichen covered her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes shy and her tone soft.

"What's wrong?" Bai Chengze raised his head and asked.

Yi Chen kicked him lightly with the back of his foot, "Go and shave your beard, and prick your legs."

Upon hearing this, Bai Chengze touched his chin.

Indeed, he hadn't shaved for a few days.

Sparse stubble, like many small thorns, feels very hard.

He shook his head helplessly, turned over and got out of bed.

Wrapped in a bath towel, I came to the sink in the bathroom.

After a brief pause, Bai Chengze returned to his battlefield.

The atmosphere in the room became warm and rustling.

Yichen's tone was slightly complaining, "Chengze, aren't we here to swim? But you don't have a swimming pool at home..."

Bai Chengze raised his head and said seriously, "You can swim in my arms, and I can also..."

……

The night outside the window is dense, with neon lights and thousands of lights interlacing each other, bright and brilliant.

As the canary of the Asian economy, South Korea's night is like this, full of luxury and beauty.

And Seoul has magnified this feature countless times.

The palace of Hera, not far from the small apartment, was filled with fireworks as usual.

The fireworks exploded in the night sky like stars.

The wealthy people in Hera's palace lived extravagant and pompous lives.

In the humble small apartment, Bai Chengze was not idle either.

After a while...

Bai Chengze was leaning on the bed and smoking a cigarette.

He breathed smoke silently, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

aside,

Yi Chen rolled over and got out of bed, and took a glass of water.

He rinsed his mouth and spat into the sink.

She wiped her mouth and opened the empty refrigerator.

He poked his head and looked inside, then turned around and said:

"What do you usually eat?"

"I haven't had time to buy it yet," Bai Chengze exhaled a puff of smoke, "Look around, there should be some udon noodles."

Boil a pot of hot water in the morning, tear off the plastic film of the udon noodles, and pour the noodles into the pot.

The small apartment is filled with the aroma of noodle soup and the breath of life.

The two were mixing a bottle of hot sauce, and their mouths were red from eating.

After frolicking and rinsing in the shower room, Bai Chengze and Yichen climbed into bed again.

After rubbing their ears together for a while, Bai Chengze yawned for a long time, tears welled up in his eyes.

Feeling sleepy and exhausted, he turned over and glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, it was already midnight.

Yawning is contagious.

Yichen, who was not very sleepy at first, saw Bai Chengze yawning profusely, and yawned too.

After a few yawns.

The two hugged each other and fell asleep, and the lights outside the window were still bright.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Bai Chengze and Yichen woke up leisurely.

Bai Chengze covered one of his cheeks, frowned, and let out a long hiss.

"What's the matter?" Yichen asked with concern in a hoarse voice, rubbing his throat.

Bai Chengze stuck out his tongue and pointed to the tip of his tongue, "It's swollen, it hurts so much."

Yichen looked uneasy, pouted and said, "Can this be my fault?"

"I didn't say anything about you," Bai Chengze curled his lips, "Maybe it's caused by eating chili sauce, why do you insist on pulling it on yourself?"

Hearing this, Yi Chen's face turned even redder.

Bai Chengze turned over and got out of bed, picked up the scattered clothes on the ground one by one, and dressed neatly.

He went to the bathroom and washed up briefly.

The self in the mirror seemed to be stronger, but Bai Chengze didn't think much about it.

When he came out of the bathroom,

Yichen is still lying on the bed, unwilling to get up.

"Aren't you going to work today on Monday?" Bai Chengze asked.

Hearing this, Yichen sat up slowly.

She yawned and stretched, and put on her clothes slowly.

Bai Chengze sat down on the chair next to the dining table, lit a cigarette out of boredom, and waited for the morning like a lazy cat.

The room was smoky and silent.

Yichen put a pair of stockings on her legs, and then took them off again.

She frowned, threw the stockings into Bai Chengze's arms, and said coquettishly, "I can't wear them anymore!"

With a blank expression on his face, Bai Chengze casually rolled up the stockings and threw them into the trash can.

Yi Chen continued to put on clothes calmly.

After getting dressed, she sat in front of the mirror again and began to put on delicate makeup.

After dawdling for a while, Yichen finally cleaned up.

She stuffed the soles of her white and tender feet into black high-heeled shoes.

The skinny and glistening ankles are uneven, and the blood vessels on the insteps are well-defined.

Seeing that Yichen had finished packing, Bai Chengze stood up, stuffed the wallet on the table into his pocket, and grabbed the car keys.

When preparing to leave.