Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Zhou Luo didn't know why he said this to Fu Jingchen.

There was no embarrassment between two people discussing such a private topic.

Zhou Luo choked and said, "Mr. Fu, no, Fu Jingchen, you don't need to give me a holiday. I checked myself and it's fine."

"Can you see a doctor?" Fu Jingchen asked doubtfully.

"I still know about my minor problems. Oh, it doesn't matter. Don't be so nervous." Zhou Luo wasn't used to people caring about her so much, and she always felt uncomfortable.

What else Fu Jingchen wanted to say was interrupted by the woman: "Eat first, you will be stressed if you care too much about me, you know?"

"Oh, okay." Fu Jingchen understood.

Zhou Luo's appetite was very small. After eating a little food, he was full after a bowl of soup. Fu Jingchen saw the woman put down her chopsticks and ate some food in a hurry, so she cleared the table on the pretext that she was full.

"I wash the dishes." Zhou Luo saw that he was busy again, so he quickly grabbed the work and did it. The meal was not done, so he had to be more positive in finishing the work.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jingchen pressed her shoulders and pushed her to the sofa: "I'm here, you don't need to do anything, just rest."

"Ah? Oh." Zhou Luo looked at the man's back. Why did Fu Jingchen look like the male protagonist?

Zhou Luo patted his head and thought about something.

Fu Jingchen packed up the kitchen and returned to the living room.

He naturally sat next to Zhou Luo and said, "Okay."

Zhou Luo stood up and said, "I'll pour you a glass of milk."

The woman walked to the refrigerator and realized why she was so nervous even though it was her own home.

She turned her back to Fu Jingchen and secretly took a deep breath to adjust her chaotic mood.

When he turned around and came back, he said with a smile on his face: "Yoghurt, I rarely drink pure milk."

Fu Jingchen took the cup unceremoniously: "Me too."

He took a sip and said, "I like this concentration the most, Zhou Luo. There are so many similarities between us."

Zhou Luo nodded: "Yes."

Fu Jingchen used the topic of milk to chat with Zhou Luo.

The woman lamented that Fu Jingchen knew a lot, and he was very clear about how to make homemade yogurt. Finally, Fu Jingchen said that he had a yogurt machine at home, and he would take it to his office next time and go to his office to drink milk.

Zhou Luo's face turned red.

This sounds somewhat ambiguous at the moment.

Noticing the expression on the woman's face, Fu Jingchen explained: "That's not what I meant, breakfast milk."

The man deliberately emphasized it, but it felt like there was no silver in this place.

Zhou Luo interrupted: "Who brings the yogurt machine to the office? Leave it at my house."

"You mean, I can come here to make yogurt for you in the future?" Fu Jingchen asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, is it okay to go to your office to drink yogurt?"

"Okay, how about I go back and get it now?" Fu Jingchen said impatiently.

"It's too late now, let's talk tomorrow." The woman glanced at the time on the phone screen, "Do you want to go out for a walk? Take a walk?"

Zhou Luo thought that instead of sitting awkwardly, it would be better to go out and take a look at the scenery: "There is a river next to the community, and many people run at night."

Fu Jingchen couldn't ask for it, but he looked down at his leather shoes and trousers: "I can't run if I'm dressed like this. I can walk."

"Then take a walk, wait for me, I'll change into sports clothes." Zhou Luo walked towards the bedroom.

When she came out, she wore a high ponytail and black sports shorts, looking full of energy.

Fu Jingchen's eyes remained motionless.

Rong Bing's sad face appeared in his mind again. He didn't know how long he hadn't seen such a vibrant woman.

"Hi, Fu Jingchen." Seeing the man in a daze, Zhou Luo waved his palm in front of him.

Fu Jingchen came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, I felt like I was back in college just now. I haven't worn sportswear for a long time. It seems that after opening a company, I spent most of my time in the office, wearing suits and ties every day, and being rigid and dogmatic. Forgot that it was like this before.”

Zhou Luo shook his hair; "Can I understand that when you see me, you feel that you have become younger? You have more energy?"

Fu Jingchen couldn't help but tick Zhou Luo's nose: "Well, I understand perfectly. It seems that I will have to prepare sportswear in the car at all times from now on. After get off work, I can change my style."

"Okay, stop praising me and let's go." Zhou Luo made a sprinting gesture.

At seven or eight o'clock, there was an endless stream of runners on the riverside. Fu Jingchen took a look and saw a regular track under his feet. White street lights on both sides of the track illuminated the river bank. There were couples sitting on the bank in twos and threes, cuddling together.

Fu Jingchen stopped and was a little envious.

Zhou Luo followed the man's gaze and looked towards the river: "Don't you want to leave? Then let's go sit on the lawn for a while?"

"Okay." Fu Jingchen agreed without hesitation.

They found a place with relatively few people to sit down.

Zhou Luo knelt down and hugged his knees: "Would you believe me if I said I often come here alone?"

"Come alone?" Fu Jingchen tilted his head in confusion.

"Well, I have nothing to do after get off work. At home I either watch TV or look at my phone, so sometimes I come here directly and sit on the bank and stare into the distance in a daze." Zhou Luo pointed to the opposite side, "I know how many trees there are on the other side of the river. Know."

"I can accompany you in the future." Fu Jingchen followed the woman's words and inadvertently put his hand around her shoulders. Zhou Luo did not dodge.

Like the couple next to them, the two got closer and closer, and their relationship quickly heated up.

After Fu Jingchen knew that Zhou Luo could accept his move, he became even bolder. He grabbed Zhou Luo's hand on his leg with his other hand: "Zhou Luo, I found that I feel at ease when I am with you. But I also feel like I’m not worthy of you.”

"Ah?" Zhou Luo was stunned, "Not worthy of me? I still think I'm not worthy of you. Do you not mind my past? Don't you mind those scolding me on the Internet?"

Fu Jingchen shook his head: "I only believe what I see and what I feel. Those people who have never been with you naturally don't understand. Zhou Luo, I don't want to restrain myself anymore. I want to be with you, becoming more determined day by day. Just Want to be with you."

"It's okay..." Zhou Luo was blocked by Fu Jingchen before he could finish his words.

The man kissed the woman's lips without giving her a chance to speak. He knew that Zhou Luo wanted to talk about Rong Bing again. At this time, Fu Jingchen didn't want to mention that person.

The unspoken words turned into squeaks.

Fu Jingchen slid his hand around the woman's shoulders, clasped her back with his palm, pinched her chin with his other hand, and pressed his body tightly against hers.

The two kissed each other selflessly until Zhou Luo found it difficult to breathe and forced a small gap to separate them.

She gasped for air.

After a moment of rest, Fu Jingchen kissed her again, plucking the woman's lips with his tongue and entangled with her.

Zhou Luo climbed onto the man's neck and turned her head. She could clearly feel the man's desire.

Kissing couldn't calm down the anger. Fu Jingchen asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go home? It's not convenient here."

Zhou Luo understood instantly, she pulled up her clothes and walked quickly to the community with Fu Jingchen.