Lu Rong was shocked all over, as if some secret thoughts in his heart were revealed in an instant, and his white jade-like face flushed slightly.

"Are you gay? Are you so kind and busy to save me?"

Xu Xizhou smiled and put down his knife and fork. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the restaurant, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a hand was slowly placed on Lu Rong's shoulder.

"Even if you feel guilty, there's no need to make such a big sacrifice. You say so, Lu-Rong-brother-brother?"

In the last life, Lu Rong had a fiancée before graduating from university. He was a straight man of steel. Wang Miao pursued him so frantically, he didn't even look at the other party, how could he have any thoughts on him. This guy is just pretending to be nice, wanting him to put down his guard, and finally showing an ugly appearance.

He deliberately leaned against Lu Rong's ear and said those words slowly, but in the end the elder brother Lu Rong bit lightly, with a lingering ending.

The warm breath brushed past his ears, and Lu Rong's entire portrait was scalded, and he stood up in a jiffy.

"Xiaozhou, I'll go back to the hotel to check in first, and I'll come to see your game tomorrow."

Xu Xizhou succeeded in the prank, with a sly smile in his eyes. He saw Lu Rong carrying a suitcase and fleeing through the side door.

He proudly forked a prawn and put it into his mouth, and just turned around, but found two slender and tall figures standing in front of the table.

Xu Xizhou saw the two people in front of him clearly, and the fork in his hand fell to the ground.

The silver-haired and green-eyed father Zhuang greeted Xu Xizhou with a smile, and patted Zhuang Jingchun on the shoulder again, with some sincere words.

"Austin, it looks like you still need to work hard."

As soon as Father Zhuang left, Zhuang Jingchun's face turned gloomy.

"Sorry, I can explain the scene just now." Xu Xizhou faintly sensed that Zhuang Jingchun had a sign of the storm coming, he spread his hands, his expression was very innocent.

"I just wanted to scare him, really. Lu Rong is a straight man, don't get me wrong."

He also didn't know why Zhuang Jingchun appeared so guilty, as if he was caught rape.

Straight guys still blush?

Zhuang Jingchun snorted softly in his heart, thinking that Xu Xizhou would have a competition tomorrow, he endured his temper and did not break out. In order to divert his attention, he picked up the orange juice on the dining table and took a sip.

Shit! Simply sour.

He put down the orange juice with a displeased expression and stared at Xu Xizhou.

"The race is tomorrow, and you still have the heart to play this trick? Don't you know how important mentality is to a racer? A moment of distraction on the field can kill you."

Xu Xizhou sat on the chair honestly and accepted his criticism.

"I won't dare next time."

He lowered his head, and looked like he was obediently admitting his mistake. Zhuang Jingchun looked at the top of his hairy hair, lost his temper for a while, and reached out and rubbed his head.

"I just heard your uncle call you Austin, is that your French name?"

Xu Xizhou suddenly thought of something and looked up at him eagerly.

"Can I call you that too?"

Zhuang Jingchun was silent for a few seconds. In fact, the name Austin, because it is too close, other than relatives, other people will not call him that.

However, if it was Xu Xizhou...

"Look at your score tomorrow." Zhuang Jingchun's face was tense.

Xu Xizhou's eyes suddenly lit up, "Then if I get on the podium, can I call you that?"

"Wait until you go up." Zhuang Jingchun tapped his head, "Now, eat your dinner quickly."

After coming out of the paddock, the two drove back to the nearby hotel together.

Monte Carlo is a seaside city where celebrities gather. In the evening, a grand banquet will be held on the cruise ship by the sea, and many F1 drivers are invited to attend.

Xu Xizhou leaned against the window sill, looking at the cruise ship not far away at sea, his eyes were a little emotional. When he was watching the F1 qualifying today, he felt the enthusiasm of the scene. Most of the stands were fans of F1 drivers, holding posters and banners in their hands, and excitedly shouting the name of their idols.

I wonder if there will be a day when he can also enjoy this treatment?

"What, want to take a cruise?" Zhuang Jingchun walked over from behind.

Xu Xizhou shook his head, returned to the sofa and sat down, picking up the barbell on the carpet and playing with it.

"By the way, is my uncle in the hotel alone? Should I go see him?"

"He went to town. He knows the area well."

Morocco is bordered on three sides by France, and the official language is French, which is no different from the back garden of France.

Xu Xizhou nodded, and was about to say something when the phone rang, and it was Lu Rong's call.

Zhuang Jingchun watched Xu Xizhou go to the balcony with a guilty conscience, her eyes narrowed.

When Xu Xizhou came back, the coffee bag on the table had been pinched into a ball by Zhuang Jingchun.

"What is Lu Rong doing with you at night?"

"Uh...he said he brought me a gift and wanted to give it to me."

Zhuang Jingchun snorted coldly, "Let's talk after the game."

"But..." Before Xu Xizhou could finish speaking, the doorbell rang outside, and he smiled awkwardly, "He lives in the hotel next door, so he has to give me things."

"If you don't want to see him, why don't you just hide for a while?"

Zhuang Jingchun's face was blackened, and a pair of green eyes looked at him gloomily.

"I'm your boyfriend, will you let me hide?"

"That's not what I meant..." Before Xu Xizhou finished speaking, he suddenly found that Zhuang Jingchun began to take off his thin cashmere coat in front of him.

"You—what are you doing?"

"Since it's an agreement boyfriend, you have to look a little like it." Zhuang Jingchun only had a light-colored shirt on his body. He unbuttoned the collar and wrinkled the collar again, his handsome eyebrows were languid.

He put one hand on Xu Xizhou's shoulder and looked at him with a smile, but his tone was a little gloomy.

"Why are you still standing there? Open the door."