Chen Chuyi looked up and saw Fu Yan unbuttoning the second button of his shirt. The man's vague collarbone was under the slender index finger. The angle of his head slightly lowered just so that Chen Chu could see his casual look.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips, feeling that she would be with Fu Yan before she lost her memory and would be inseparable from his face.

Fu Yan loosened the second button and his eyes fell on Shen Chu's face: "What's wrong?"

He put away the scatteredness on his face, and there was a little doubt in his eyes. When he looked at people like this, Chen Chu felt both breasts and desire.

Chen Chu shook his head, "It's a little hot."

Although it is almost September, the summer in Lincheng has always been relatively long, so it is normal for her to be hot.

Fu Yan didn't seem to see anything unusual, so he got up and walked to the sofa, got the air conditioner remote control: "Open the air conditioner?"

"Yeah, OK."

It's good to get the fire down and cool down.

After all, they are lonely and widowed, and they were once close lovers. Even if Fu Yan is a gentleman, Chen Chu could not guarantee that he was a saint.

Fu Yan turned on the air conditioner and did not go over to eat wontons with Shen Chu.

Chen Chu buried his head and ate for a while, but didn't see him coming. He was a little curious: "Don't you eat?"

As soon as Chen Chu finished speaking, he saw Fu Yan running on the treadmill.

He didn't know when he had changed his clothes, and he was wearing shorts and shorts. The muscle lines on his calves and arms seemed to be carved by a knife, tough and clear.

He must have run for a while, sweating was flowing along his forehead, sweat along his cheeks to his jawbone, paused for a moment, and finally penetrated his collarbone.

Hearing her words, Fu Yan turned his head and looked at her: "You eat first, I'll eat later."

He ran slowly, but he was speaking steadily.

Chen Chu looked at the empty bowl that had been eaten before him, and then looked at Fu Yan who was running, and it was rare to feel a sense of guilt.

She subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. Although it was a little bulging, it was still tight. She should have exercised before she lost her memory, right?

Chen Chu closed his thoughts, looked at the washed strawberries in front of him, hesitated for a while, and finally started eating them.

It was half an hour after Fu Yan got off the treadmill. He took a glass of water and raised his head and started drinking.

"Eat strawberries?"

Chen Chu looked at the strawberries that he had eaten, and was rarely embarrassed.

She had just lost her senses and realized that there were only three or four strawberries left.

Fu Yan looked at the strawberry handed over and nodded: "Eat."

That's right, but the person didn't move, just looked at Chen Chu.

Chen Chu was looked at by him for a while, and walked over with a strawberry, took a strawberry and handed it to his lips: "I didn't go out to see Song Zhixia before because I heard Bo Wunian ask me."

“I’m sweating.”

Both spoke almost at the same time.

When Fu Yan heard her words, his eyes moved slightly. Before Chen Chu could react, he lowered his head and bit the strawberry, then bit it in one bite.

After a while, he swallowed the strawberry and responded: "Yes."

Although it was just a short word, Chen Chu could see that Fu Yan's mood was obviously much better than before.

She raised her eyebrows: "I didn't see a treadmill yesterday."

Fu Yan turned his head and glanced at the treadmill in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "The curtains blocked it."

"Yeah?"

Chen Chu looked at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!