Husband Learns Yoga From His Female Neighbor

My new neighbor was a yoga coach with a perfect figure who only accepted one-on-one teaching.

My husband first enrolled our son in the class, and then, the coach said there was a discount promotion, so he also enrolled.

Although it was a class for strengthening their bodies, the looks on their faces got worse day by day, especially my husband. He looked as if he had been drained.

I tried to stop them from going to the class, but they cursed at me as if they were possessed.

"You old hag, mind your own business! It's because she is more beautiful than you that you won't let me go. We have been married for so long, can't you even trust me?"

"Mom, I finally have a hobby. Can you please stop being nosy?"

After a while, I found out that I had a terminal illness and needed money for treatment, but I discovered that all our savings were gone.

I questioned my husband and found out that the money was spent on the class.

"What kind of class costs over five hundred thousand? Are you crazy?"

I wanted to go to the the female neighbor to get some answers.

My husband and son obstructed and pushed me, causing me to fall down the stairs.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when the neighbor moved in.

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The neighbor girl walked past my family, holding a small cardboard box. Her figure was outlined by yoga clothes.

My husband couldn't take his eyes off her. We agreed to go downstairs for a walk, but he suddenly changed his mind.

"Is she the neighbor upstairs? It's dangerous for her to be alone. Should I help her move in?"

Dangerous in broad daylight? Besides, the girl hired profesJenniferl movers. I knew my husband's dirty thoughts.

My son chimed in, "Mom, you can go for the walk by yourself. I can get exercised in either way. I'll go with Dad and we'll go home after we finish it."

In my previous life, I got angry with my husband and he argued loudly with me downstairs. My son also joined in and blamed me for being petty.

The neighbor girl noticed that my family was not harmonious, probably because of this, and set had designs on them.

She immediately came to mediate the disputes in my family, and her method was to give us three pairs of yoga pants.

The one for my husband had the same color as that of what she was wearing.

In my previous life, I didn't pay attention to her. I thought of her as a implicated good neighbor.

But now, I notice that when she passed by, there was a subtle connection between her eyes and my husband's.

So, before my husband spoke, I said, "Taking a walk is boring. Let's help the new neighbor together."

My husband immediately went to talk to the lady, and she agreed shyly.

I finally had the opportunity to go to her place and saw what magic she had that could make my husband and son infatuated.

Because there were movers, we only carried some small things before everything was moved into her place.

The woman invited us to have tea.

She tiptoed and raised her buttocks to get the tea set on top of the cabinet and made a sexy sound.

My husband and son blushed, swallowed saliva, and felt embarrassed to look at her.

She just took the tea set yet was short of breath as if tired. "Handsome guys and beautiful lady, do you live downstairs? We will be neighbors in the future. It's nice to meet you all."

A pink business card was handed to my husband.

Her name was Jennifer Ramsey, a profesJenniferl yoga private trainer.

"If you are interested, you can come and try my class."

She spoke with heavy breathing and winked at my husband. No wonder she had such an exotic aura. I really admired her.

My husband immediately took the bait. "Yoga is good, I have wanted to..."

He paused momentarily, glanced at my face, and changed his words. "I want to enroll my son in a hobby class. We're close."

Jennifer immediately giggled, and her well-proportioned body trembled, "Then, it depends on whether the boy is interested in my class."

My husband and son picked up their tea at the same time, disguising their embarrassment.

Especially my husband. He adjusted his sitting posture nervously, afraid of making a fool of himself.

I looked at the tea in front of me, and the dark yellow water looked greener.

Jennifer asked me, "Why don't you drink water?"

I sneered, "Sorry, I don't drink green tea."