Zhuo Shu stood between him and Zhen Mingxin, looked left and right, and finally set his eyes on Zhen Mingxin and glanced at his thin body.

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Zhen Mingxin: I seem to be ridiculed?

After running for a while, Zhuo Shu lifted up the hem of his clothes intentionally or unintentionally, revealing his firm and firm abdominal muscles, and Zhen Mingxin's eyes were turning red.

Many women around have also looked over.

Zhuo Shu smugly glanced at Ying Tongchen, but the other party not only didn't even give him a look, but he turned off the machine without saying a word, and turned to the power area.

Zhuo Shu quickly followed, picked up two dumbbells and stood opposite him, and began to show off his muscles.

After a while, many people came to the power area, both men and women, from time to time they glanced at Zhuo Shu from the corner of their eyes. Some people were bold enough to take pictures directly and aboveboard.

Zhuo Shu was still immersed in his own world, but saw Ying Tongchen get up and leave again! Turn a blind eye to him again!

good.

Zhuo Shu chased after him angrily and caught someone in the shower. Just as the other party was about to close the door, he squeezed in and locked the door.

"I'm getting more and more courageous." Zhuoshu lowered his face and stared into his eyes, "Is there anyone like you?"

Ying Tongchen raised his eyelids lazily: "You went to the wrong place, this place is not suitable for you, a flower peacock."

"Open the screen? What screen to open?" Zhuo Shu grabbed his wrist. "My patience is limited. If you still look so high, don't blame me for finding someone else."

"Heh." Ying Tongchen sneered, "Please go out."

Zhuo Shu ate and went out angrily.

The sound of footsteps drifted away, and Ying Tongchen turned on the faucet to take a bath.

Half an hour later, go out after washing, stand in front of the sink and blow your hair.

At this moment, Meng Gong's surprised voice sounded outside the gate: "Hey, handsome guy, aren't you Tongchen's friend? Why don't you go in here?"

Ying Tongchen was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to think. He turned off the hair dryer and walked out to see Meng Gong and Zhuo Shu who were guarding the door.

He was stunned: "Didn't you find someone else?"

Zhuo Shu frowned: "Then this gentleman, are you willing to come with me?"

Ying Tongchen didn't answer, turned around and went back to the shower.

Zhuo Shu: "..." Am I shameless!

Meng Gong was dumbfounded: "What's the situation with you?"

"It's nothing." Ying Tongchen went back and forth, threw the changed clothes into his bag, and looked at Meng Gong, "We'll go back first, and come back to you for dinner in two days."

Before Zhuo Shu could react, he was carried out of the gym by his wrist.

Ying Tongchen stood at the gate downstairs, silent for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Will it rain tonight in Bourdain?"

Zhuo Shu thought: "It must not rain!"

Chapter 18

The next morning, the alarm clock rang at nine o'clock. Ying Tongchen sat up from the bed, squinting slightly, obviously not waking up.

Last night, for some reason, the degree of fit was obviously much higher than the previous few times, and it began to get better, and became more and more familiar with each other's bodies.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Your alarm clock went off." Zhuo Shu opened his eyes and heard the alarm clock go off for a long time.

"Well, I know." Ying Tongchen rubbed his neck.

Zhuo Shu sat up slowly, took his hand away, and squeezed his shoulder for him.

"Professional enough." Ying Tongchen glanced sideways, glanced at him in surprise, and simply lay on the bed, "Pinch your back too."

"It's starting to get better again, isn't it?"

Ying Tongchen let out a satisfied voice: "If it weren't for you, I would have such a backache? Hurry up, I'll stay for half an hour at most."

"Half an hour!?" Zhuo Shu sat on top of him and put his hand on his back, "This is another price, half an hour is very expensive."

"Well, I'll pay for it." Ying Tongchen closed his eyes again comfortably.

At about 9:30, Ying Tongchen finally got up comfortably, brushed his teeth and washed his face quickly, and then put 392 yuan on Zhuoshu's bedside.

"That's all the change I have on me." Ying Tongchen said.

Zhuo Shu complained while counting the money, "Why do I feel like I'm being prostituted, it's still the kind of cheap."

"You're not cheap at all." Ying Tongchen looked at the money, "I've given you all the property."

"Poor ghost." Zhuo Shu commented, counted the money, put it in his wallet, and suddenly asked, "By the way, the car was sent for repair, how do you get back?"

"I just called a car on my phone." Ying Tongchen washed his hands and went to pack his luggage.

Zhuo Shu turned his head to look at his figure, and suddenly asked, "Do you have a car you like?"

"What's up?"

"Ask." Zhuo Shu yawned, his eyes fixed on the poor 392 yuan, "How many cars do men dislike? What model do you like?"

Ying Tongchen said casually, "Just your car last night was pretty cool."

"Well." Zhuo Shu said that he received an express.

When the car arrived downstairs, Ying Tongchen took the bag and went out, pausing slightly, then looked back at Zhuo Shu: "Hey, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"First, I'm not called Hello, my name is Zhuo Shu."

"...Farewell."

Ying Tongchen returned to the apartment and brought a change of clothes for the past two or three days, as well as new clothes for the old man. The school distributed two boxes of moon cakes and brought them with them.

The old man had already made lunch, and when he heard the door open, he immediately looked at the door, saw him come in with a big bag, and smiled, "I thought you weren't coming."

"How come." Ying Tongchen put the things down, "but I'm just greedy for the food you made."

While eating, the old man's eyes lingered on him from time to time, and Ying Tongchen shrugged his shoulders: "Don't look at me like that, you always feel like you need me to answer questions again."

"Hahahaha, I still remember that although your grades were good at that time, you never spoke or made friends in class, just like a mushroom growing in the corner."