Chapter 55: Which hand wants to touch her?

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The night wind is cool.
The long hair behind An Xiaowan was blown quietly by the wind.
Huo Shenning looked at her, opened her lips lightly, and ordered: "Which hand wants to touch her. Duan."
He said such cruel words, but in a very calm tone, as if to say something ordinary.
After he finished, he stopped in front of her.
A shadow fell on her, and An Xiaowan looked up, unable to see his expression clearly.
I saw him slowly bending down and suddenly picked her up.
An Xiaowan did not resist or move, so he let him hug the car.
Behind him, the screams kept coming.
The door closed and Huo Shen looked sideways at her, her eyes unpredictable.
That beautiful face was obviously beaten by someone, with a red and swollen palm print on it.
Her skin is so tender that she can leave a mark with just one touch. He was reluctant to treat it harshly, but at the moment, her half of her face was swollen.
In Huo Shen's heart, there was an inexplicable fire.
He said in a deep voice: "Who was hit?"
An Xiaowan raised his head and smiled enchantingly, "I accidentally bumped it."
This is probably her last stubbornness.
She knew that Huo Shen must have investigated all these things in her family.
But what he found was very different from what she experienced.
Instead of trying to explain, it might be thought of as a lie at that time. It is better to say nothing.
What's more, this is her deepest scar in the bottom of her heart.
The lover talks to the gold master about his heart?
This is too ridiculous.
Under Huo Shen's cold eyes, the driver and Lott returned to the car together.
An Xiaowan looked out of the window, and the two drunks had fallen to the ground and could not get up at this time. They kept wailing and miserable.
The man next to him looked back, and said lightly: "Go healthily."
An Xiaowan turned his head sideways, letting the hair on either side of his cheek hang down, covering the scars on his face.
My face is still hurting, my ears are humming.
She gritted her teeth and Du Yunlan started, but it was really cruel.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a strange building.
Huo Shen first got off the bus and walked to her with a calm tone: "Get off."
An Xiaowan raised his eyes and looked around, only to realize that this was not the way back to the villa.
"this is?"
She was puzzled, and Huo Shen said nothing, and a pair of proud long legs stepped forward, striding toward it.
The shape of the building is very unique, the angular squares look full of momentum.
Walking inside, she suddenly realized.
It turns out that this is a fitness place.
However, this should be Huo Shen's private gym because all the facilities are state-of-the-art, and the surroundings are all exposed to his favorite indifference. No matter how powerful the gym outside, there can be no such advanced.
At the moment, there was no one in a huge stadium.
Lott has ordered people to turn on all lights and air conditioners, and they can operate at will as soon as they arrive.
The cold Jun figure walking in front did not stop all the way, walking straight towards the innermost room.
"Fighting room?"
An Xiaowan glanced at it and walked in.
Inside the room, there is a high fighting platform, surrounded by various gloves, helmets and other props, and there are many hanging sandbags.
Huo Shen picked up a trumpet and threw it to An Xiaowan.
"Put it on." His low magnetic voice was commanding.
An Xiaowan was surprised.
Then he saw Huo Shen put the coat aside, elegantly rolled up the sleeve of the shirt, and walked towards her with the helmet.
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Huo Shen raised his hand when the helmet was the exact yardage. He was about to buckle the helmet on her head, but suddenly stopped.
In the fighting room, the lights are slightly warm yellow.
"Forget it, don't wear it."
He froze for two seconds on her injured face, turned around and threw the helmet down.
"Mr. Huo, what is this for?" An Xiaowan couldn't help but raised her eyes in doubt.
Huo Shen still didn't explain, but just said in a deep voice: "Extend your hand, like this."
Seeing her not moving, he simply walked behind her, lowered her waist, and adjusted her posture.
Rao Shian did not practice martial arts and knew that this was the fighting posture.
Behind him, the man's body with a unique heat touched her back and grabbed her by the arm. For a time, An Xiaowan was somewhat uncomfortable.
"Be more attentive." Huo Shen's eyes deepened and snorted coldly.
An Xiaowan looked back, and a pair of beautiful eyes blinked at him, "Xiaowan always has to know what to do before he can concentrate."
Huo Shen let go of her hand and walked to her.
"Follow my movements."
Huo Shen demonstrated to her that a pair of strong and slender arms suddenly punched her, and immediately closed it.
His movements are professional and neat, and each punch shows the determination and arrogance of the killing, bringing up a fierce punch.
"Mr. Huo's movements are much better than those in the games I have watched!"
An Xiaowan's eyes were bright, but he stepped back without a trace...
Huo Shen snorted disapprovingly.
In the game?
Those people are in the hands of those who come out of his special training camp.
"Waist! Hiding!" Huo Shen stared, commanding while punching.
An Xiaowan had to learn his movements, punching fist jerkily, hiding on the left and hiding on the right.
Simple movements, but after a while, as Huo Shen changes more and more, she has been sweating.
"Mr. Huo...Can you take a break..."
In order to train his body muscles and maintain his body, An Xiaowan has been exercising all year round, and his physical strength is much better than ordinary women. However, at the moment she was sweating, and the man on the opposite side was still breathing smoothly, as if nothing was wrong.
...This man is not a robot.
"Too weak." Huo Shen stopped and looked into her eyes, revealing full of contempt.
Because of this, he is always bullied!
Huo Shen waited for her to finish drinking a glass of water, and then picked her up again and walked outside the fighting room.
"Physical fitness is poor."
His tone was dull, raising his hand and throwing An Xiaowan onto the treadmill.
"Six kilometers, stop without stopping."
"what?"
An Xiaowan was shocked, "Don't, I can't run."
Is this training her as a special force? ?
The man in front of him narrowed his eyes and opened his thin lips lightly: "Eight kilometers."
"That one……"
"nine,"
Before he finished speaking, An Xiaowan looked awkward and quickly jumped onto the treadmill, "I run!"
Huo Shen leaned aside lazily, arms folded and watched her keep running on the treadmill.
Her pace is fast and slow, the crystal sweat beads are constantly sliding from the forehead, and the clothes on her body are already soaked.
Time passed like this one minute and one second, Huo Shen's eyes kept locking on her face.
The cold in the woman's eyes gradually dissipated.
When she first saw her tonight, she was covered with a strange layer of coldness, and her pair of ordinary eyes were full of charm, and they became empty and silent, as if they were completely dark.
She was like a ghost fallen into hell, pathetic and lonely.