After sighing with emotion, the two people couldn't help but look at each other.

Under the street lamp, Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song, his eyes filled with tiny lights, "You are young too."

"Yeah." Nan Song nodded, "Mr. Yu is not that young anymore."

"..."

Yu Jinwen thought he was holding a hand and chatting, but he didn't expect to be stabbed, "Huh? You think I'm old again?"

His face suddenly fell, feeling infinitely aggrieved.

The priest was holding back his laughter and did not dare to speak nonsense.

Nan Song got into the car. The grievance in Yu Jinwen's heart had not gone away yet. He looked at the priest and asked, "Am I old?"

The priest was stunned and quickly shook his head, "You are not old. Mr. Yu is in his prime and in his prime."

Yu Jinwen looked at his face in the rearview mirror and said to himself: "It seems that it has indeed gone through a lot of vicissitudes of life."

"..." This time it was Nan Song's turn to hold back a laugh, "Okay, hurry up and get in the car."

After getting on the bus, Yu Jinwen acted like a pupil having a tantrum, not leaning against Nan Song, with half a person's distance between him and her.

Along the way, everyone asked the priest, "How do you usually take care of yourself? Do you wear facial masks?"

He asked seriously, and the priest replied seriously, "I apply facial masks occasionally, mainly because of fitness, and also pay attention to my diet. I don't eat too greasy things, and I eat less carbohydrates. I usually eat chicken breast and

Proteins..."

The two grown men chatted endlessly about fitness, and even made an appointment to work out together tonight.

Nan Song couldn't help but interrupt, "You're almost done. The priest finally rested for two days, and you still have to pull people to lift the iron."

Yu Jinwen looked back at her, "Don't you want the priest to take me and teach me how to take care of it?"

Nan Song was choked by him for a moment. This guy is pretty good at holding grudges.

The priest observed the words and said at the right time: "It doesn't matter, I have training tasks every day and I also have to go to the gym."

As a result, the two men hit it off immediately and went straight to the gym as soon as they arrived at the hotel.

Nan Song stayed alone in the empty room, and suddenly felt like he shot himself in the foot.

She was so angry that she kicked Yu Jinwen's suitcase hard.

The suitcase was not closed tightly and a few pieces of clothing fell out.

Nan Song knelt down to pick it up. There weren't many things in Yu Jinwen's suitcase, just a suit, two T-shirts, one black and one white, a pair of leather shoes, a pair of sneakers, two pairs of underwear, and... one

White shirt.

She pinched the white shirt, rolled her eyes, came up with an idea, and raised a smirk on her lips.

Nan Song closed the suitcase, stood up calmly, carried the white shirt in his hand, and entered the bathroom with the toiletries.

Yu Jinwen usually exercises by himself and rarely goes to the gym, but his physical strength is not bad, and his figure is not inferior to that of young men.

There are quite a lot of people in the hotel gym. Many male celebrities are staying in this hotel. Once you enter, there are many familiar faces.

The priest greeted his acquaintances and introduced each other. When they heard that the person next to him was Mr. Yu from Beicheng, they all stepped forward to shake hands.

They are all men. They like to look at their muscle lines when lifting irons, so they are all shirtless.
Chapter completed!