"You are a leader, not a human being. What are you talking about trust between people?"
After saying that, Su Qiao ignored it and started to concentrate on running.
During this time, there were constant glances coming from a certain direction, but she pretended not to see them.
Twenty minutes later, she stopped running and started exercising her shoulders, arms and back.
When Su Qiao finished the fifth one, a very strong man coach came over.
As a result, when he was about to press on Su Qiao's shoulder blade to help her correct her posture, a white and slender hand reached out.
The coach glanced at him, nodded slightly, and left quickly.
Su Qiao stopped, looked at the fitness coach who was leaving with some suspicion, and then looked up at the man.
Cen Mohan didn't say anything else, but directly instructed her: "Keep your back straight, use the force here, don't use your waist, it's easy to strain the waist muscles, especially those who are new to fitness, you should pay more attention to it."
"oh."
Su Qiao was not very enthusiastic, but his movements were much more standardized than before.
In fact, with her current physical condition, her waist strength is very strong, so she didn't care about these things and just focused on exercising and stretching.
Cen Mohan watched her do a set, then turned and left.
He is not a man without vision.
The girl in front of me didn't seem to welcome me.
But, it seems that he has never offended her
Cen Mohan turned his head and looked silently, then touched his face.
His face... is it really so unrecognizable
She didn't even remember herself.
Somehow, Cen Mohan felt a little depressed.
Could it be that he revealed something
It seems that being a good person is really difficult.
While Cen Mohan was feeling depressed, Su Qiao had already finished stretching, registered at the front desk, received his boxing gloves, and prepared to go to a boxing ring in the corner to practice boxing.
To be honest, most of the people who practice boxing are strong men, and the few women are also tall and strong with muscles.
Su Qiao, a short, slender, fair-skinned girl wearing boxing gloves, really startled the people around her.
Cen Mohan, who had been secretly watching her, frowned and walked over.
"You... play boxing?"
"Why, not like?"
Su Qiao bumped his two fists together, shook his neck, and prepared to start.
Cen Mohan stretched out his hand to stop her and kindly advised: "Your muscles are soft, it's best to train for a while first, and then practice boxing when you have a certain level of toughness."
Boxing is a different sport that is extremely prone to injury, and Cen Mohan doesn't want her to hurt herself because of recklessness.
Su Qiao was speechless.
Is her muscle soft
Has he touched it? Has he tested it
How dare you talk nonsense.
She has a small frame and fair skin, so she looks flabby.
"Haha, you can tell a person by his appearance. I'll give this to you."
Su Qiao pushed him away and walked straight to the sandbag.
Cen Mohan picked up his boxing gloves from the shelf beside him and walked over quickly: "Then I want to see the power of this sentence, is that okay?"
If she can really do it, then he will just treat her as his sparring partner. If not, he will try his best to protect her and not let her get hurt.
In fact, even Cen Mohan didn't know why he was so obsessed with a woman who was about to get married and enter the marriage hall, and he was always worried that she would get hurt.
Three days ago, when he came here, he happened to see her leaving.
Even though she changed her hairstyle and her clothes were very simple and elegant, the cute and sweet aura on her body had been replaced by a cold aura, but he still recognized her at a glance.