follow my heart

Looking at the values ​​on her treadmill, Meng Buqing couldn't hold back her laughter.

She smiled and said, "Run for a few more minutes, wait..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Wan jumped off the treadmill as if fleeing for her life, "No, I still have work today."

"What can 5 minutes delay?"

"I can't run," Ji Wanqiang said calmly, "Maybe I am suitable for some less intense sports. I will find a personal trainer by myself some other day, so I won't bother you."

"What kind of exercise do you think is suitable?"

Ji Wan stared at her, after thinking for a while, she said cautiously:

"Yoga."

I thought to myself, I don't believe she can do yoga.

"It's a coincidence," Meng Buqing seemed to have guessed her thoughts, the corners of her lips widened, and there was obvious pride in her smile, "I can teach yoga."

Ji Wan was silent.

Meng Buqing pointed to the side: "There is also a yoga room here, but only the VVIP card can be opened."

Ji Wan secretly rejoiced: "Then why don't we—"

Meng Buqing interrupted: "Fortunately, my membership card belongs to VVIP."

Ji Wan: "..."

Ji Wan's whole body was weak at the moment, and her mind couldn't move very well, so she led her into the yoga room next to her just like that.

At this point, the entire classroom was empty.

On the left is a large mirror that stands up to the sky, and on the front and right are fully transparent glass windows, from which you can overlook a large area of ​​scenery.A light orange afterglow spilled into the room.

Meng Buqing was behind her and turned on the light.

With a slight click, the door of the yoga classroom automatically locked.

Ji Wan's heart tightened inexplicably.

She lowered her eyebrows and silently took off her shoes in front of the mat.The laces were so tight that I had to bend down to get them.Meng Buqing, who was beside him, folded his arms and looked at her: "Mr. Ji, have you practiced yoga before?"

"No."

"Oh, then let's..."

She seemed to recall it, and then said firmly: "Stretch first."

Ji Wan finally remembered and questioned her reasonably: "Do you really know how to teach?"

"Ah."

Meng Buqing was bored in the gym by himself before. He had listened to many classes. He had never practiced yoga seriously, but he knew how the yoga teacher taught classes.

I only know the basic knowledge and basic movements, but I can teach people well if I really want to.

Anyway, she wouldn't do anything slightly dangerous.

When Ji Wan sat down obediently and began to try to bend forward, Meng Buqing began to feel the naivety of her thoughts—this classmate was really tricky.

How can someone do a forward bend without touching their toes.

"..."

Meng Buqing couldn't stand it anymore, and corrected her movements with his hands: "Put your knees together, don't cover your chest, and press down hard with your hands."

"No, no, no." Ji Wan's voice was suppressed, and it sounded like a baby, "I really can't hold it down anymore!"

Meng Buqing held her knees and thighs with his hands, and said in a serious tone: "Why can't you press it down? Take your time, take a deep breath, and press down little by little."

Ji Wan tried hard.

Meng Buqing imitated the usual teaching of yoga teachers.She leaned over and pressed her body against Ji Wan's back.

In the mirror, at the moment when Meng Buqing pressed over.

Ji Wan's cheeks blushed slightly.

She didn't say a word, and obediently stretched forward silently with the force from her back.

This time, the hands finally reached the toes.

Meng Buqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With her hands on the ground, she moved her body slightly, and Ji Wan's back followed suit.

"..."

Meng Buqing began to doubt himself. Is it difficult for people who do not exercise regularly to make a standard forward bend?In fact, is she trying to make things difficult for others?

I was puzzled, but I couldn't reveal the fact that I was inexperienced.

She could only be more patient and careful, using a persuasive tone, almost coaxing her to say: "It's okay, it's okay, this is normal, slow down your breathing, and move your hands forward a little more. Try again."

Ji Wan continued to try hard.

Her long black hair slid down, half covering her flushed cheeks.The loose round collar reveals the white and smooth back of the neck and a small piece of skin on the shoulders.

Meng Buqing put his hands on her shoulders again: "Relax, relax."

She didn't feel anything just now.

Until holding her shoulder, there is a delicate and warm touch under the palm.

So soft.

And look at her flexibility that barely touches her toes.

Meng Buqing squeezed her shoulder seriously, in that kind of weighing method.

The tone could no longer conceal the confusion: "You are so soft, yes, you seem to be softer than others, how could you behave like an iron lump..."

Ji Wan straightened up suddenly, turned her face, and gave her a fierce look:

"Obviously you don't know how to teach."

She was originally a pair of long and slightly slanted peach blossom eyes, coupled with slightly scattered hair, her eyes looked like spring waves, without any deterrent power.

His fair face flushed red.It should be hot, but it looks so shy.

"I'm sorry." Meng Buqing blushed for no reason.

She was a little slow before moving her hand away, and it seemed that there was still a warm, soft and greasy feeling in her palm.

This woman is good to touch.

...She felt guilty for the thoughts that came to her, and silently repented.You obviously want to be a teacher to others, so how can you be impure in your thoughts.

"Get up," Meng Buqing slowed down, stretched out his hand and said, "Tomorrow, I will introduce you to a truly reliable personal trainer, who must be better than me. Go home today."

Ji Wan glanced at her silently, without letting her help, she stood up with her hands on the floor.

"I'm going to rest tomorrow, let's talk about it the day after tomorrow."

"Row."

—

Back home, Ji Wan went upstairs to take a shower.

Meng Buqing just took a walk in a circle, blowing the cold wind, and didn't sweat at all.She went straight to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

The braised pork is stewed in a pot.

She picked up a knife and was about to cut a tomato.Suddenly, a voice was heard in the living room.

Ji Wan hugged the computer and was wearing soft cotton home clothes.With loose long hair and a plain face, he looked as young as a college student.

She asked, "How long will the meal be?"

"Are you hungry?" Meng Buqing said incredulously, "Don't you feel that your appetite has been suppressed after exercise?"

"...What kind of anti-human words are you talking about. After exercising, of course you will be hungry."

Meng Buqing said in a low voice as if talking to himself: "I made a mistake. People who are exhausted after running one kilometer and are about to pass out are of course different from people like us who start ten kilometers away."

"Little one, it's almost time to stop showing off."

"..."

After saying that, Ji Wan hugged the computer and turned back to sit in the living room.

It's like waiting to eat while working.

Meng Buqing reacted for several seconds: "Who is the little one??!"

"..."

"Auntie, are you 28 or 82?"

"..."

Ji Wan ignored her, turned on the computer, and focused on her work.

The shock in Meng Buqing's heart was like a tsunami, carefully recalling the numbers seen in the medical examination report.That line of age, you can't misread a single digit, right?

Some people really like to act old.

She shook her head, a little amused.I couldn't help laughing again.

The tomatoes are sliced ​​smoothly, and the egg liquid is heated in the pan first.

The moment the ingredients are put into the pot, the hot air is rushing and steaming, circling upwards, and is quickly drawn away by the range hood.The spatula was turning over the bottom of the pot, and soon, three simple home-cooked dishes were ready.

Meng Buqing opened the cupboard, took a bowl to hold the rice, and brought the food over for Ji Wan to eat first.

From a distance, I saw the light of the computer screen shining on Ji Wan's face, and she was faintly smiling while typing on the keyboard seriously.

"Who are you chatting with?"

"No, I'm rushing to work." Ji Wan closed the computer and looked at the delicious dishes in front of her, showing a rare expression of admiration, "You are really capable."

"Can you still laugh when you are in a hurry? It seems that you also like this job quite a lot."

"Well," Ji Wan picked up the chopsticks, brought the rice in front of her, and said vaguely, "Sometimes it can be quite interesting..."

Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks.

Meng Buqing smiled and said: "You eat first, and there is the last dish, which will be ready soon."

Ji Wan nodded, looking a little obedient.

Let Meng Buqing think about making sweet and sour pork ribs for her tomorrow.

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