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

Rong Yan remembered that she took the photo at that time to ask the doctor whether it was okay if the bleeding occurred.

Fu Jingsheng never expected that he could really make people sleep disabled.

He rubbed the woman's belly distressedly: "I'm so rude."

"So, do you still want to see a Chinese medicine doctor? Do you want my progesterone to break?" Rong Yan raised her eyes and asked.

"How do you know I want to see a Chinese medicine doctor, He Wei, this traitor?" Fu Jingsheng suddenly thought of his assistant, and told him to make a secret appointment, but he actually told Rong Yan.

"It's the medicine that contains three parts of the poison. What's wrong with you? Where should you see an andrology doctor? Do you want to replenish your kidneys?" Rong Yan didn't understand. Fu Jingsheng was acting like a wolf during this period. Why did he suspect that he had a problem again?

Fu Jingsheng explained that he was not taking that kind of medicine, but wanted to prescribe some supplements to replenish his energy.

As a doctor, Rong Yan always feels that even supplements have side effects.

"Fu Jingsheng, I also feel that my energy is not as good as before. Exercise can improve my physique. Let's work out together." Rong Yan suggested, "There is a 24-hour gym at the entrance of the community. Let's move together at night and sleep well."

Fu Jingsheng used to always find time to work out no matter how busy he was. So many things happened during this period that he didn't go to the gym for several months.

When he got home in the evening, he only wanted to do some sports for two people and did not care about fitness. Rong Yan proposed to join him, which he couldn't ask for.

"You don't have to go out. I'll make a call. There are some equipment in the empty room in the basement. You can practice at home in the evening and I'll teach you." Fu Jingsheng has fitness experience and doesn't need to squeeze into the gym.

Rong Yan knew that her husband's tendons must have been trained, and a ready-made personal trainer would not be used in vain, so she said, "Okay."

Fu Jingsheng contacted an equipment factory that could deliver goods immediately.

After Rong Yan stopped Fu Jingsheng from seeing a Chinese medicine doctor and left the company, she had to accompany Sayuri.

Seeing that his wife was gone, He Wei came over to apologize.

Fu Jingsheng threw a pillow at the assistant: "Okay, when you went to work at Songshan Clinic, I shouldn't have brought you back, let you live in two families, and get money from both ends, right? Traitor."

He Wei picked up the pillow and put it on the sofa. If it weren't for the fact that Fu Jingsheng was still his good friend, he didn't bother to stop him.

He Wei muttered: "I meddle in other people's business, and I deserve it. From now on, you should eat and drink, and you will die."

"How do you talk?" Fu Jingsheng picked up another pillow and threw it away.

He Wei stopped picking it up, turned around with a long face, and prepared to go out.

"Stop, I have something to tell you." Fu Jingsheng called him and explained something.

In the evening, the fitness equipment was delivered, and Fu Jingsheng took the time to go home and take a look.

When renovating the first floor, he reserved a fitness area and added equipment to make it look like a small gym.

The man took some photos and sent them to Rong Yan.

Rong Yan is climbing the mountain with Sayuri.

Her legs were about to cramp, and Rong Yan had no time to look at her phone. She used branches as crutches and insisted on climbing to the top of the mountain.

Just to show Sayuri the sunset at Amagi.

The mountain was not high, but Rong Yan was out of breath. She once again felt that she lacked exercise. The woman secretly vowed to exercise every day.

Sayuri always ran around when she was in Haicheng, and she got it out of practice. The mountain in Tiancheng was not high at all, and she climbed up it easily.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Rong Yan sat down and raised her head slightly. The setting sun shone on her body, making the wind warm her body.

Fu Jingsheng didn't receive a reply after sending the photo. He called Rong Yan and found out that the woman was at the top of the mountain. He asked which mountain and when they would go down. He planned to pick them up at the bottom of the mountain.

When Rong Yan went down the mountain, night had fallen.

When she walked up the last step, the woman was about to cry with joy.

"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng kept staring at the road down the mountain and soon saw his wife.

He noticed Rong Yan's slow steps and stepped forward to hug her, regardless of whether there was anyone next to her.

Sayuri covered her eyes: "Ouch."

"Put me down." Rong Yan was shy.

"Don't move, the car is right in front." Fu Jingsheng held his wife tightly.

After returning to Yushuiwan for dinner, Rong Yan lay on the massage chair for half an hour before her legs felt a little better.

In this state, it is difficult to walk, let alone exercise.

The woman glanced at the equipment on the first floor and sighed: "I really can't exercise today."

Fu Jingsheng understood and was afraid that Rong Yan would be tired, so he carried her upstairs.

While helping her to slip on her shoes, he noticed the wound on his wife's heel.

"You are not allowed to go out tomorrow. Lily is not just staying for a few days. You want to play all over Tiancheng in a week, and your feet are like this." The man couldn't help but blame.

He put a band-aid on Rong Yan and rubbed his fingers around the wound: "Does it hurt? No wonder she limped when going down the mountain."

"It doesn't hurt." Rong Yan hugged Fu Jingsheng's neck: "It doesn't hurt at all if you rub it."

"Okay, lie down and I'll give you some pressure." Fu Jingsheng moved the quilt on the bed and let Rong Yan lie down.

He moved very gently, focusing on letting Rong Yan relax her legs.

"My inner thighs feel sore, please press them more." Rong Yan asked politely.

The man moved inside, but the pain was so great that he inadvertently rubbed himself where he shouldn't have.

Rong Yan's legs tightened unconsciously.

call! My legs are disabled, how can I still react wherever I touch them? Rong Yan blushed. She suddenly understood why Fu Jingsheng was so brave even when he was injured.

"Is this more comfortable?" The man's deep voice sounded in her ears. Rong Yan glanced sideways, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. After Fu Jingsheng took a bath that night, he only wore a half-open bathrobe. Under the collar, the muscles are looming.

Rong Yan stared blankly.

Face control, abdominal muscle control, voice control, Adam's apple control. Every detail of Fu Jingsheng reflected Rong Yan's aesthetics, and she felt excited again.

The woman said in her heart: Rong Yan, Rong Yan, you are simply lustful.

But Fu Jingsheng is really too tempting.

Rong Yan raised one leg and rubbed it on the man's waist.

Fu Jingsheng was stunned. He raised his head slightly and met the woman's eyes with eyes full of eyes.

Is this a hint?

Rong Yan was still scratching her toes, and when she saw Fu Jingsheng swallowing his saliva, her heart became even more turbulent.

But her legs were no longer working, and Fu Jingsheng would definitely laugh at her.

She had to hold back and let the man speak first.

"No longer sore? It can still be raised." Fu Jingsheng held the woman's calf and flattened it, "Are you teasing me on purpose?"

He thought Rong Yan was joking with him.

Rong Yan moved both legs: "It's not sore. You press well. I can pedal on the spiral machine for half an hour."

"Want to exercise?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

Is this man really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Is her message about fitness?

Rong Yan was about to shake her head when Fu Jingsheng suddenly came over her. From the moment it came into contact with Rong Yan's skin, the man's desire never ceased.

He unbuttoned the only button of his bathrobe and pressed his upper body against Rong Yan's smooth back.

His lips kissed the back of her neck.

"Do you want to keep fit like this?" the man said with his lips curved.

The sheets were wrinkled by the woman's hands: "Yeah."