"How early do you want?" Xu Xizhou chuckled and hooked his neck.

"Want to be a minor?"

Many times, Zhuang Jingchun would forget that Xu Xizhou was just a teenager less than twenty years old. The deep and thoughtful expression in his eyes is not what a peer of this age should have at all. In the past, Zhuang Jingchun had always wondered how he had changed so much, until this evening, the answer was finally revealed.

Zhuang Jingchun chuckled, "I don't dare, if your grandfather finds out, it will probably break my leg."

After speaking, he sighed again, hugged Xu Xizhou's waist, lowered his head and kissed him lovingly on the lips.

"If only I was reborn, I could find you sooner, maybe you wouldn't have to be kicked out of the Lu family and suffer so much."

Xu Xizhou nodded thoughtfully, and thought of something, "Actually, I thought about it later, if it wasn't for the rebirth, I might not have the chance to find my real family, and I wouldn't have any interaction with you, so, I Still lucky."

The two were chatting almost all night. It was the first time that Xu Xizhou said so much, and he almost confided to Zhuang Jingchun the backlog of his two lifetimes.

In the early hours of the morning, he was drowsy leaning against the man's arms and fell asleep, his fingers subconsciously tugging at his neckline.

Zhuang Jingchun looked down at his sleeping face, finally lowered her head, kissed the corner of his mouth, and put her arms around him to sleep.

The next morning, Xu Xizhou was woken up by Carl's phone call. The other party learned that he was still in the UK at this time, and his tone couldn't help but complain.

"The team has already flown to Jeddah to start preparations, why are you still in the UK? You should have arrived at the hotel at the track this morning!"

"I've already bought my ticket and I'll go to the airport soon."

His voice woke Zhuang Jingchun next to him. The man rubbed his eyes, opened them in a daze, and took the glasses by the bed and put them on.

"Fleet manager's phone number?"

Xu Xizhou nodded, kissed him on the forehead, quickly jumped out of bed, and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

He explained it to the team manager for a long time before he stopped chattering. Xu Xizhou reluctantly returned to the bedroom and immediately started packing.

"Leave without breakfast? There are still some ingredients in the refrigerator. I can make it very quickly."

"Forget it, I'll go straight to the airport to eat. If I can't get to Jeddah today, McLaren's executives will have an opinion on me."

Zhuang Jingchun nodded and had to take him to the airport first. It was not the first time for such a separation scene, but at this moment, Zhuang Jingchun felt extremely difficult.

"Go back. There is still some furniture to be delivered to your door today. It's up to you to check it out."

"Well, you must sleep for a while on the plane, or you will start training when you return to the track. It's too tired."

In front of the security checkpoint, Xu Xizhou smiled and waved to Zhuang Jingchun.

Zhuang Jingchun watched his back disappear into the long queue. After a while, he turned around and walked towards the parking lot.

Back in Saudi Arabia, Xu Xizhou soon threw himself into the devil's physical training.

Originally, he and Zhuang Jingchun had made an appointment for a video at a fixed time every night, but after returning from the UK this time, Zhuang Jingchun would call him several times a day to ask him about his situation. During the video at night, I have to watch him fall asleep before I can rest assured.

On this day, after the practice match, Xu Xizhou returned to the lounge, only to find that he had left his phone in the hotel today.

After all, he hasn't contacted Zhuang Jingchun since he came to the track in the morning. It's past ten o'clock now, and don't know if that guy will have any grievances.

Xu Xizhou hurried back to the hotel, picked up the mobile phone on the bed and saw that there were several missed calls from Zhuang Jingchun.

He took off his shoes, sat barefoot beside the bed, and dialed back to Zhuang Jingchun directly via video call.

The prompt sounded only a few times, and then the other end picked up.

Before Zhuang Jingchun could speak, Xu Xizhou cracked like a machine gun, "Listen to my explanation, I didn't bring my mobile phone to the track today, I've been at the hotel, so I can't answer your call. Don't worry. , I'm fine, nothing happened."

On the other side, Zhuang Jingchun was silent for a few seconds. He almost began to wonder if Xu Xizhou was a roundworm in his stomach, otherwise he would know exactly what he was thinking.

"Of course I know you're training at the track. I just called you a few times today because I just happened to be free."

Xu Xizhou took the phone a little closer, looked at Zhuang Jingchun's background at the end of the video, and frowned slightly.

"It's so late, are you still in the company? I don't believe a word of it when you say that you are relatively idle."

"I'm alone when I go home. It doesn't matter if I stay in the company for a while." Zhuang Jingchun put the phone on the stand and couldn't help asking about the practice match.

"It's okay, I feel a little better than last time, maybe I'm slowly getting used to it."

Xu Xizhou suddenly thought of something and looked at him excitedly.

"I forgot to tell you before, the updated calendar of F1 is out. This year's final race was not held in Abu Dhabi, but in China, which is the track in City B that my grandfather mentioned last time. Then I can play at home!"

His obsidian eyes were filled with pure excitement, and Zhuang Jingchun was also infected by his joy, and couldn't help but bring a smile on his face.

"That's good. F1 hasn't set up a race in China for many years. This is big news."

"However, I'm still a little worried."

"worry about what?"

"You can't sell the tickets, but you don't know that the reason why F1 canceled the competition in China before was because there were too few people watching the competition. The final game is the same as before, and it is estimated that the qualifications for the domestic competition will be disqualified next year."

"Don't worry, the situation you're worried about won't happen."