"Don't you try?" Li Bowen asked him.

"No," Sun Wenqu shook his head firmly, "I'll just look at it."

There are six or seven main participants in this fitness activity. Several girls have to play and go to change their clothes together. Sun Wenqu and the remaining few were drinking a little more and sat on the side and watched.

The coach is a middle-aged uncle with a good figure and looks quite familiar with them. He probably comes here often.

Sun Wenqu looked at it for a while and felt that it was just that, so he got up and walked around.

There are more children when entering the indoor venue, all of whom are wearing formal rock climbing equipment, and a few of them are climbing very well on the wall.

Sun Wenqu stood by the ground and saw a photo wall on the side, which was probably showing the club's various vigorous outdoor projects. He slowly walked to the wall and watched.

The club has organized many activities, and it is quite professional to see photos, such as adventure, mountain climbing, and stream hiking.

He looked at it in a glance. It was estimated that rock climbing was their main project, with many photos and professional rock climbing teams. Many of the coaches were their professional rock climbing team members.

All have good figures.

Sun Wenqu's eyes swept over the photos and stopped on one of them.

This is a back, hanging on a cliff where I don't know where, and the face of the protagonist of the photo cannot be seen, but the person's powerful and stretched figure when climbing up is very eye-catching, with long arms and long legs. Sun Wenqu stared at him for a long time.

"Do you want to get a member?" Li Bowen stood beside him and asked.

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at him.

"Come on the fun," Li Bowen smiled, holding the wall with his hands, and banged it on the photo intentionally or unintentionally. "If you come here to play on the weekend, many of these coaches are there, and they are also training."

"I don't like to play these things." Sun Wenqu said, and walked out of the indoor venue.

"Who asked you to play these things," Li Bowen said to him, "It's been three years..."

Sun Wenqu stopped suddenly and turned his head to look at him. Although there was no mirror, the expression on his face would not look very good.

"I..." Li Bowen glanced at him, "No other meaning."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, returned to the outdoor venue, sat on the chair next to Luo Peng: "Is there any drink here?"

"Yes," Luo Peng immediately stood up and went to the freezer next to him to get a bottle of iced black tea, "Do you want to drink this?"

"Well, thank you," Sun Wenqu took it and took a sip, "Why don't you crawl?"

"I just got up and got off the round," Luo Peng said, moving his fingers again, "This thing is too physically exhausting, don't you try it? Didn't you always love fitness before?"

"No," Sun Wenqu still refused very simply, "This is not fitness. After drinking, I am afraid that I will hang there if I go up one meter."

Luo Peng was happy for a long time and patted him: "Do you have any plans for coming back this time?"

"No." Sun Wenqu looked at Zhao He who was shouting that I was not able to find a place to catch him while trying to climb up. Li Bowen was still nervously tilting his head down to cheer her up.

"I really envy you," Luo Peng sighed, "Life is so comfortable."

Sun Wenqu smiled.

Is that true?

Spending overnight in the mountains is nothing for Fang Chi. It is neither new nor exciting, and of course he is not afraid. Besides, he didn't live in a tent this time. The landslide that is suitable for camping has not been cleaned up, so he lives in a closed farmhouse in a village in the mountains.

It is not accurate to say that bankruptcy is not accurate. Anyway, this farmhouse is located in the mountains and is not well-managed and does not do business normally. Only by calling the boss can you contact the boss.

Fang Chi could fall asleep anywhere, but when he went out to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was caught by an uncle who could not sleep at night. He dragged him until 4:30, and finally he was so sleepy that he almost entered the wrong door when he returned to the house.

The next day when he returned to the city, he didn't go to the club to get the money. He took a taxi home and wanted to make up for his sleepiness first.

When he got off the bus, he hadn't forgotten to buy a fresh bag at a pet shop at the intersection of the street. He didn't return overnight. Mr. Huang might get angry and have to coax him, otherwise he wouldn't sleep well.

The place he lived in was a house he rented. The rent was cheap, but the environment was not good. It was an old community, with no doors or property. In the past two days, no one cared about the sewer channel, and the water with a ecstasy smell flowed all over the place.

Fang Chi stepped on the bricks thrown in the water and twisted the sewage like a plum blossom stake, jumped to the entrance of the corridor, and was about to take out the key when he raised his eyes and saw Fang Ying sitting on the electric car in a daze.

"Sister," Fang Chi called her, "Why are you here?"

Fang Ying kept staring at the ground. He jumped over and couldn't alarm her. When he heard him talking, Fang Ying suddenly raised her head, her expression looked a little confused: "Are you back?"

"Why are you..." Fang Chi was about to take his phone to check the time when he suddenly saw a purple purple corner of Fang Ying's eyes, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing," Fang Ying stood up, "I've been waiting for you here since yesterday... morning."

"How did you do it?" Fang Chi wanted to lean over and look at her face.

Fang Ying quickly avoided: "Go into the house and said, are there any food?"

"I'll cook noodles for you." Fang Chi said.

Mr. Huang was still sitting on the cabinet seriously, and the cat food in the bag was scattered all over the floor.

When Fang Chi was cooking noodles, he took the time to open the canned food and slashed half a bowl of Mr. Huang's bowl. After eating it, Mr. Huang meowed and expressed satisfaction, and then looked up at him with his head raised.

He took off his hat and threw it on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Huang ran over and into the hat.

"Do you want to add chili?" Fang Chi asked Fang Ying in the kitchen.

"Hmm?" Fang Ying sat on the sofa.

Fang Chi didn't ask again, cooked the noodles and gave them to her: "Are you okay?"

"No, I'll go back later." Fang Ying lowered her head and ate the noodles.

When Fang Chi saw a scratch on her hand when he was holding the chopsticks, he frowned: "Did you... go to Sun Wenqu?"

"Ah?" Fang Ying looked up at him and then quickly lowered her head to continue eating noodles. She responded vaguely and couldn't hear what it was.

"Are you going to find him?" Fang Chi asked again.

Fang Ying frowned and turned to the beginning without saying anything.

"His he hit you?" Fang Chi asked.

Fang Ying paused and said nothing.

"Have you really hit you?" Fang Chi was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Sun Wenqu, that slag would hit a woman. "Don't you tell me, will I come back with you?"

"Oh, stop asking." Fang Ying said, still a little confused. After a while, he raised his head and said a clear sentence, "Xiao Chi..."
Chapter completed!