"Drink," Ma Liang smiled and took a sip of the wine, "You can fall for you... fall, fall..."

Fang Chi frowned at him.

"A life of ups and downs." Ma Liang finished speaking.

"Oh." Fang Chi wanted to laugh a little.

When he was with Ma Liang, Sun Wenqu was much more normal than usual. He was not sarcastic when talking and did not tease him.

Fang Chi felt so moved that he finished the meal in just a few bites.

"Young people are different," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "You don't have to worry about it like feeding pigs."

"Have you really been beaten for your mouth?" Fang Chi asked.

"It's been," Sun Wenqu picked up the dish, "You."

Ma Liang couldn't help laughing for a long time without being there: "He's updated, he didn't have any before, he didn't do that."

After dinner, Fang Chi packed up the bowl and went to wash. Sun Wenqu and Ma Liang were chatting in the living room. It was obvious that although Ma Liang spoke stuttering, his tone was different from that when he was eating. He couldn't hear clearly what he was saying, but he was very serious.

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, as if Ma Liang was reciting lonely, but unfortunately he was a little stuttering.

The service contract included several items to wash clothes, cook and clean the house. After washing the dishes, Fang Chi threw Sun Wenqu into several pieces of clothes next to the washing machine and washed them.

"I'm leaving. I have to go to school. I didn't get a good meal yesterday." Fang Chi walked to the living room, and Sun Wenqu was setting up a tea set to make tea.

"Do you drink a little tea? It won't be sleepy at night." Sun Wenqu said.

"If you don't drink, I will have insomnia." Fang Chi picked up his schoolbag.

"Walking again?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, "You cheated on me all day long and didn't get a car for yourself, so it's OK to have a bicycle."

"Yes," Fang Chi put on his headphones, opened the door and walked out, "I just like to walk."

Fang Chi has a bicycle. He has bought it for a few years and hasn't ridden it a few times. He does prefer to walk.

Walking makes him feel at ease and exercise. Sometimes he will remember the days when he was a child when he was following his grandfather all over the mountains and fields.

The memories of childhood are really unforgettable.

Xu Zhou likes to say this. His childhood was playing games, so now he can't move when he sees games.

Fang Chi felt that this was reasonable. He could always see the green in his dreams, and occasionally he could smell the fishy smell of earth.

"Ha!" After playing a song in the headphones, a vocal sound suddenly came out.

Fang Chi was shocked and couldn't figure out whether the sound came from the headphones or someone shouted next to him.

While he was watching from side to side, the voice rang again: "I heard this song too boring. I'll come back next time to get some exciting things for you!"

Fang Chi heard this time, this was Sun Wenqu’s voice.

"Damn?" He pulled out his mp3 from his pocket, which was really a recording!

It was probably when he was cooking that he put the mp3 on the table and was taken to make trouble for Sun Wenqu…

He took off his headphones, deleted the recording, and checked again that there were no other recordings, so as not to be frightened and shocked when he listened.

How many years has this person's mind not developed? Not to mention 360 degrees, even if you turn 3600 degrees, you can't tell that you are a 30-year-old person!

Sun Wenqu decided to restore his previous fitness habits.

I felt good when I woke up in the morning. After spending most of the day, I successfully finished the other painting I drew for Fang Chi. After a while of rest, he went out.

The gym I used to visit next to the community has changed its boss and has been renovated. It looks like a club. Sun Wenqu was surrounded by several personal trainers before he could sit in.

He picked a relatively pleasant conversation and chatted for a few words, and the other few walked away consciously, giving him the illusion of picking people in a nightclub.

This private coach is named Yang. There is a reason why he is relatively pleasing to him, because when there is no one else, Coach Yang doesn't like him at all, but his figure is relatively smooth and he has not trained himself into an inverted triangle or an inverted trapezoid.

"I'll introduce you to the project, are you growing muscle or..." Coach Yang opened the folder in his hand.

"Don't introduce it, I feel dizzy when I listened," Sun Wenqu waved his hand, "I'll apply for a card, two hours a day, the goal is not to grow fat and not expose my ribs. You can do anything else."

"Okay!" Coach Yang smiled immediately, "I'll calculate for you and quote a price."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu stood up and walked around the equipment area. It was all new and there were quite a lot of things.

In the past, he did not exercise for fitness, but just to pass the time and have a good figure. He took a few more glances. Now he feels that nothing is too busy to do when he comes to exercise, so he can only pass the time.

"Brother Sun?" Someone shouted behind him, "Is it Brother Sun? Sun Wenqu?"

Sun Wenqu turned his head and saw a shirtless man behind him, sweating. Based on the blue sky-rushing cannon on the man's hair, Sun Wenqu recognized him: "Little Chick."

"Such a coincidence, Brother Sun is here to exercise, too?" Xiaoji walked over with a dumbbell.

"I'll live here." Sun Wenqu hid behind.

"Ah yes," Xiaoji thought for a while and laughed, "You live in the neighborhood... Are you old and your hair grows? Why didn't you ask me to take care of it?"

"Has it grown?" Sun Wenqu looked into the mirror next to him, "It's only been a few days, and you can see that I have to eat the Development Treasure when it grows."

"You can repair it or dye it. Your hair is too dark and looks heavy." Xiaoji stood side by side with him and looked into the mirror, "It's okay to either highlight it, it's more fashionable."

Sun Wenqu looked at the blue on his head: "No."

"Hey, don't look at me, I'm trying to emphasize the sense of design," Xiaoji touched his hair, "If you do it, it will definitely not be like this."

"I want to call you." Sun Wenqu said.

After chatting with Xiaoji for a few words, Coach Yang said that he could apply for a card and let him see the price.

Sun Wenqu didn't look closely, and paid the money directly.

"Then let's start from today..." Coach Yang discussed with him.

"Just today, I've come here." Sun Wenqu said.

"Okay, I'll tell you about your daily plan first." Coach Yang quickly took out a piece of paper with the training plan printed on it to tell him.

"No need, just say what you want to do." Sun Wenqu said.

For some reason, he was particularly unwilling to say something to him, whether it was Xiaoji's hairstyle commentary when he was doing his head or Coach Yang's training plan, as long as someone explained something to him, he would inexplicably feel upset and couldn't listen.

After two hours of hard work and sweating, Sun Wenqu felt quite happy. He felt very tired after taking a shower and lying on the sofa. He didn't have the energy to go into the house and fell asleep on the sofa.

The quality of sleep is always good after exercise. He didn't even have a dream and didn't know how long he had slept. It was not until someone pushed him a few times that he woke up in a daze.

Then I was so scared that someone in my room could push me and woke up completely.

"It's me." Fang Chi stood in front of him and looked at him sweating.

"No, didn't I close the window?" Sun Wenqu stood up and looked at the window, but it was still closed, "How did you come in?"

Fang Chi sighed, raised his hand, holding his key in his hand: "This thing is stuck in the door. You are the one who is like you, you have never attracted thieves?"

"No," Sun Wenqu took the key and threw it on the table. "Today I can cook noodles or something. I have excessive exercise in the afternoon and I have no appetite."

"You should be hungry to the point of being hungry," Fang Chi took off his headphones and put them on the table. When he took out the mp3 and was about to put it down, he looked at Sun Wenqu again, "Don't record things from me anymore. I was shocked yesterday."

Sun Wenqu laughed: "Sema Qian'er, I just think your songs are boring. There are many nice ones on my computer, you can pick them."

Fang Chi remembered Sun Wenqu’s gravity that day and the English songs in the car, and shook his head: “I don’t understand what you listen to, but I still have no energy to listen to.”

"I'm improving your taste," Sun Wenqu tsk, "I really don't want to be motivated."

"You are very motivated," Fang Chi said casually, preparing to go into the kitchen to cook noodles, "Why don't you eat cold dishes..."

"You fucking say it again." Sun Wenqu's voice suddenly became cold.

Fang Chi was stunned. When he turned around and found that Sun Wenqu’s face looked ugly. He was very confused and didn’t know which point he was stepping on him again: “What’s wrong?”

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a while, frowned and waved: "It's nothing, cook noodles."

Fang Chi casually made some braised noodles and gave them to Sun Wenqu.

"I can't eat so much," Sun Wenqu looked at the noodles, "Did you make it according to your appetite?"

"No," Fang Chi turned around and took a small bowl into the kitchen, picked up some noodles, "I have to eat two bowls according to my appetite. Don't you say you have no appetite? I've reduced half a bowl to you. That's all."

Sun Wenqu took a bite of noodles: "Hey, your cooking level is more than 800 streets higher than your cooking level."

"I always eat noodles, and I can cook hundreds of bowls a year and practice it." Fang Chi said, lowering his head and eating all the noodles evenly.

"I won't be fat if I eat so much," Sun Wenqu looked at him while eating, "Is it because I always walk and run away."

"I don't always run away," said Fang Chi, "I run when I don't train."
Chapter completed!