At the beginning, Gu Jia and Jiang Nansun were intercepted, and Qiao Yingzi pursued them

She was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to scold Qin Fan...

"If you wanted to punish me, a full hour of beating a sandbag should be enough, right?"

Even Fang Zhiheng herself didn't notice that the tone of her voice was no longer as aggressive as before, but contained a hint of weakness and pleading.

Qin Fan looked innocent. "Punishment? What did Coach Fang say? I'm your student. How could I possibly punish you? I'm going to see what other subjects we need to learn. You can take a three-minute break and continue demonstrating for me."

There were a lot of fitness equipment in the boxing gym. Qin Fan took a look around, grabbed a 15-kilogram barbell, shook it in his hand, and felt it was okay. He walked to Fang Zhiheng with the barbell and put it on the equipment rack.

Still with that harmless smile, he said, "Coach Fang, please teach me how to lift the barbell."

A layer of ice formed on Fang Zhiheng's face, and her eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

But what can she do?

This coaching job is her only support. She cannot be complained about anything. If she loses this job, does she really have to ride a small electric scooter to deliver food?

"Coach Fang, what's with that look in your eyes? Don't you want to demonstrate? Or is there some other reason? I'm not someone who's difficult to talk to. If you have any opinions about me, you can bring them up. Everything can be discussed."

That's the truth. No matter how much we discuss it, things will still go on as they should.

Looking at his frivolous appearance, Fang Zhiheng felt nauseous and said in an extremely cold tone, "I don't have any opinion on you. I will start teaching you how to practice with the barbell now."

Fang Zhiheng walked to the middle of the equipment rack, squatted slightly, grabbed the barbell with one hand on the left and one on the right, lifted it with his shoulders, walked to the open space in front, and began to practice squats one by one.

Looking at the beautiful Fang Da's graceful and round buttocks, Qin Fan stroked his chin. It would be very pleasant if he could lie under her and let her move herself, right?

Don't worry, it's just a matter of time. This girl can't escape from my grasp anyway.

After a fight in the boxing ring and an hour of boxing on the sandbag, Fang Zhiheng was already exhausted. He could do less than ten squats and felt his legs shaking.

She wanted to carry the barbell back to the equipment rack without making a sound, but she didn't expect Qin Fan to walk up to her, grab her hands and the barbell with both hands, and press down with a little force.

This action is very dangerous. Once the downward force exceeds Fang Zhiheng's tolerance limit, it may damage her cervical spine and even cause more serious accidents.

Occasionally, news reports reveal that some fitness enthusiasts tried to challenge their maximum weight and ended up having their necks broken by the barbell.

However, Qin Fan's control of strength was still very precise. Moreover, the 15-kilogram barbell was like a toy in his hands. It didn't take much strength to hold it with one hand, let alone with both hands.

Fang Zhiheng felt the force on her shoulders getting heavier and heavier, and her body was involuntarily forced to squat down, and her beautiful face turned red.

"Qin Fan, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I want to do—you! Haven't you always known my purpose?"

"You bastard! Let me go! I can't hold on any longer..."

"Call daddy, and daddy will let you go right now."

"You are my son!"

"Oh! You have such a bad temper. Looks like I need to give you some more strength."

Qin Fan continued to exert force, slowly and firmly pushing Fang Zhiheng, who was in a half-squatting position, down.

Fang Zhiheng held his breath so hard that blue blood vessels popped out on his forehead.

What made her even more ashamed was that the height was exactly the same as Xiao Qinfan's. While pressing down with both hands, the bastard did a classic Michael Jackson dance move.

In an instant, Fang Zhiheng felt everything go dark before his eyes and he could not see anything.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Fang Zhiheng wanted to curse loudly, but because her mouth was blocked, she could only make dull nasal sounds.

This posture lasted for a full three minutes. Fang Zhiheng felt that her legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and a feeling of soreness filled her nerves.

Qin Fan felt very good. Although he didn't test the beauty Fang's oral skills with real guns and bullets, he was still psychologically satisfied when he saw her being forced to squat in front of him.

Then he raised his hands and pulled up the barbell and himself together.

Qin Fan said, "Is it fun?"

Fang Zhiheng didn't say anything either, but stared at him with her big eyes, the resentment in her eyes almost overflowing.

She was in a very miserable state at the moment, with beads of sweat dripping down her face. Her legs were shaking, and it took a lot of willpower for her to even stand firmly. If Qin Fan let go of his hand now, the weight of the barbell alone would be enough to push her down again.

"Hello! Are you playing!?"

Seeing Fang Zhiheng remained silent, Qin Fan's tone became a little heavier.

Fang Zhiheng rolled her eyes away from the face so close to her. "You've been tormenting me for so long. It's time to vent your anger. Can we just stop here today?"

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

"It's not fun. It's not fun at all."

"Since it's not fun, let's change the project. Instead of using barbells, how about dumbbells?"

"don't want!!!"

Fang Zhiheng's expression suddenly changed. Her physical fatigue had reached a critical point. She urgently needed to rest, otherwise she was really worried that she would faint.

"No? Is that what you're asking for? Since you've made a request, shouldn't I make one too, to be fair?"

"Please let me go, please?"

Fang Zhiheng was a little scared, and her tone softened, without the initial pride and contempt.

Qin Fan was very satisfied with the woman's transformation and pressed her further.

"I'll let you go, sure, but you have to beg me!"

.......

701: Crying and begging for mercy! Please let me go~

Fang Zhiheng fell silent again, his brows drooping, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just when Qin Fan thought the two would continue to stalemate, Fang Zhiheng suddenly raised her eyelids and said, "Please!"

"So good!"

Qin Fan gave her a pat on the head, then grabbed the barbell, took it off her shoulders, and put it back on the equipment rack.

Without the pressure on her shoulders, Fang Zhiheng instantly felt a lot more relaxed. Her body softened and she sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Qin Fan walked back to her, squatted down, pinched her chin with his right hand, and forced her to look at him.

"We'll continue tomorrow. What time do you think would be a good time?"

No, are you coming?

Fang Zhiheng almost couldn't breathe. This villain, how long would he torture himself just because he cursed him?

"No talk? Then let's meet at 8pm."

Looking at Qin Fan's back as he left, Fang Zhiheng pounded the floor hard. She was so angry, but she didn't know how to vent it.

……

After leaving the boxing gym, Qin Fan went to the Ode to Joy community to find Ye Zhenzhen.

Last time, Ye Zhenzhen said on the phone that she was going on a blind date with David. I don’t know if it will develop in the same way as the original drama. She has been busy with research projects these days, working overtime until midnight every night, and Qin Fan didn’t disturb her.

When Qin Fan arrived at the 22nd floor, he was about to knock on the door of room 2201 when he suddenly heard a loud quarrel coming from room 2202.

"...He Minhong, do you know my family? Do you know the whole story behind this?"

"I've never told you about my family situation, so you don't know. If you don't know, what right do you have to criticize me? Based on conjecture? Who taught you to criticize someone based on conjecture? Did you get four years of college for free just for topping up your phone credit?"

"Who are you, anyway?"

"I advise you to take a good look at yourself and see who you are. What qualifications do you have to dictate other people's lives?"

"You're just a little brat like me, and you're still qualified to play games with me. Tsk! What the hell!"

"...I'm telling you, He Minhong, how dare you criticize someone so easily without any investigation or evidence? I don't even bother to lecture you, because I know you won't understand the true meaning of my teachings."

"Forget it. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go for now. But if you dare to be unyielding again in the future, believe it or not, I can scold you all night long without repeating myself!"

This was followed by the bang of the door being slammed shut.

Qin Fan walked to the door of 2202 out of curiosity and rang the doorbell. The sound of slippers scraping on the floor came from inside, and then Zhu Zhe opened the door.

"Huh? Manager Zhu, you're at home?"

Seeing Qin Fan and hearing this question, Zhu Zhe was stunned on the spot.

If I were to complete what Qin Fan hadn't said, the implication would be, since you were at home, why didn't you stop the quarrel between the two of them? Why were you just silently watching from the sidelines?

"Boss Qin, things are not what you think. I was planning to intervene, but I don't know what's going on, so I didn't dare to intervene rashly. I was afraid I might say something wrong and hurt one of them."

"If they get the impression that I'm taking sides, it will be even more difficult to handle."

Qin Fan nodded, accepting Zhu Zhe's explanation, but still reminded her.

"Manager Zhu, don't always try to stay out of things. While doing so can save you from unnecessary trouble, it can also come across as overly slick, which, in turn, is a sign of a fear of responsibility."

Zhu Zhe is his subordinate, so Qin Fan doesn't need to be too polite when speaking to her.

As mentioned before, Zhu Zhe likes to protect herself when encountering problems. She is instinctively afraid of trouble and does not want to be involved. Perhaps it is because of her 16 years of experience in society, but in Qin Fan's eyes, she lacks responsibility.

If there is a difficult matter at hand that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, and this matter requires subordinates to make certain sacrifices, Qin Fan would not dare to hand the matter over to Zhu Zhe.

I'm not confident leaving it to her.

It is indeed easy for Zhu Zhe to gain a foothold in society with a personality like this, but at the same time he will also lose some opportunities to be valued by his superiors. It can be said that there are gains and losses.

In the original drama, Wang Quanyou complained more than once that Zhu Zhe was an old fox, implying that Zhu Zhe was difficult to control, so he chose Zheng Jin, who was easier to control, and recommended him to be the deputy director.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Jin turned out to be a fool who couldn't do anything and was even outmaneuvered by Zhu Zhe.

"I understand. I will be more proactive in my work from now on."

Zhu Zhe did not defend himself and pretended to accept it humbly.

"Won't you invite me in?"

"Uh uh, look at my brain, please come in."

Zhu Zhe moved aside, made a gesture of invitation, and let Qin Fan in.

Qin Fan walked into 2202 and casually looked around the room. It was a three-bedroom, one-living room house, not very spacious, but it was very tidy. It seemed that the three beauties, one big and two small, were all very hardworking.

Hearing the voices at the door, Yu Chuhui and He Minhong came out of the bedroom one after another.

"Boss Qin, you're here. I'll go get you a glass of water."

Yu Chuhui instantly put on a smile and ran to get the cup.

He Minhong pouted in grievance and walked in front of Qin Fan with his head slightly lowered.

"Brother Qin, you should have heard what Yu Chuhui said to me. She went too far. She interfered with her mother and made all kinds of threats. I said a few words to her, and she even thought I was meddling."

.......

702: Control the three women!

When Yu Chuhui heard He Minhong's first complaint, he became anxious. Without even having time to pour water, he ran over with the empty cup and angrily retorted.

"You're always nosy. You don't understand my family's situation, and you don't know the suffering my mother has endured. Based solely on the little you've seen, you accuse me of interfering with her personal freedom. Don't you think you should do some basic research before doing this?"

"Do you know that without investigation, you have no right to speak?"

I don’t know if it’s because Qin Fan is present, but He Minhong has a backbone and is much braver than before.

"Even if what I said is wrong, it's still true that you were verbally abusive towards your mother, right? What other child would be as rude to their own mother as you are?"

This time, Zhu Zhe didn't dare to just stand there and watch the show with his arms folded. He walked over and separated the two women.

"You two should pause for a few minutes. Ah Chu, where's the water you poured for Mr. Qin?"

"Oh, yes! We were so busy arguing that we forgot all about it."

Yu Chuhui trotted back and continued to pour water. Zhu Zhe led Qin Fan to sit in the living room.

Qin Fan pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Honghong, you sit down too. Now we can talk about what happened between you two."

Before He Minhong could speak, Yu Chuhui took the initiative to raise his cell phone in front of Qin Fan. He Minhong held his cell phone for half a second, snorted, and put it back in his pocket.

"Boss Qin, take a look for yourself. This is the message He Minhong sent me when I was arguing with my mother just now."

Qin Fan looked at his phone and saw that He Minhong had sent a very long message to Yu Chuhui.