Xu Xizhou keenly caught his last words, and his eyes widened.

"What happened to his house?"

The team manager frowned and said not quite sure, "I also heard from another investor that the boss's father seems to be sick and hospitalized."

Why didn't Zhuang Jingchun tell him that such a big thing happened?

Xu Xizhou was angry and anxious, so he quickly dialed Zhuang Jingchun.

After a long while, the other end picked up.

"The youth training camp is over?" Zhuang Jingchun's tone was as gentle and calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.

"Why didn't you tell me about your uncle's illness?" Xu Xizhou went straight to the point.

Zhuang Jingchun was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "His illness is not very serious, and he will be almost fine after the operation. I won't tell you because the Italian race is about to start. I'm afraid you will be distracted."

"What's the matter with the game? I'm your..."

Seeing the team manager's exploratory gaze, Xu Xizhou had to swallow the words "agreement boyfriend". Although the team manager does not understand Chinese, it is still just in case.

"I'm also your friend, and my uncle and aunt are very good to me. No matter what, you should tell me."

"Don't you know now?"

"You are just..." Xu Xizhou gritted his teeth, and was so angry that he hung up the phone in a fit of anger.

Instead of going back to London, he asked the team manager to take him directly to the airport.

He bought a recent flight to Lyon, France.

When he arrived in Lyon, it was already evening. He dragged his suitcase and left the airport, only to realize that he forgot to ask which hospital Zhuang Jingchun's father was hospitalized in. He was a little annoyed, so he had to get in a taxi and go to the banker's villa first.

The courtyard was quiet, and the lights in the villa were not turned on. It is estimated that Zhuang Jingchun was still with Zhuang's father in the hospital and did not come back.

Xu Xizhou took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Zhuang Jingchun, but found that the mobile phone was out of power. He was asleep on the plane and completely forgot to charge it.

Xu Xizhou cursed in a low voice and kicked the cobblestones on the side of the road. He pulled his suitcase and backpack, and sat down beside the flower bed at the gate of the courtyard with a helpless expression on his face.

Now there is no other way but to wait here for Zhuang Jingchun to come back.

In early September, there was a hint of coolness in the night wind. Xu Xizhou only wore a thin T-shirt and sat on the side of the road, his bare arms were a little cold from the wind.

He hunched his neck, tired and hungry, trying to cheer himself up, staring in the direction of the villa gate.

After an unknown time, a dazzling headlight swept over. Unable to adapt to the suddenly brightened vision, Xu Xizhou raised his hand subconsciously to block his eyes.

Between his fingers, a tall and slender figure appeared against the light.

"How did you come?"

After Zhuang Jingchun saw the person sitting beside the flower bed, her face was full of disbelief.

"Of course I'm here to see my uncle, and it happens that I have two days off." Xu Xizhou felt his shriveled belly, his face full of grievances.

"My phone is out of power, I've been waiting here for hours and I'm starving."

"You don't know how to find a neighbor to borrow a charger?" Zhuang Jingchun was both distressed and annoyed.

"I don't speak French. How can you ask me to borrow it? What if someone thought I was a burglary and shot me?"

Zhuang Jingchun rubbed his head heavily, and was almost laughed at by him.

"You don't speak French, you don't speak English yet?"

"...Yes, I almost forgot."

Xu Xizhou felt that he might be really hungry and stupid, and he forgot that the French can speak English.

into the villa.

Xu Xizhou put down the suitcase and followed Zhuang Jingchun into the kitchen. He eagerly watched Zhuang Jingchun open the refrigerator. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there was a sandwich in it. He swallowed and was about to reach for it, but the man patted his arm.

"It's expired, you can't eat it."

Xu Xizhou watched helplessly as he threw the sandwich into the trash can, wanting to cry without tears.

"But I'm starving, I just want to eat something to fill my stomach."

Zhuang Jingchun took out a jar of chocolates from the bottom refrigerated compartment, "Eat this first and pad your stomach."

"All right."

Xu Xizhou held the can of chocolate and ate it tastelessly.

At the other end, Zhuang Jingchun rolled up her sleeves, took down the frying pan hanging on the wall, and started preparing the ingredients. Xu Xizhou bit the chocolate and approached curiously, "Do you want to fry an egg?"

"Aren't you starving to make burritos, this is the fastest."

Xu Xizhou chewed the chocolate in his mouth and stared at him with green eyes.

"You still make burritos? More roast and bacon, yes, and ham and fried eggs, the more the better."

As Xu Xizhou spoke, saliva almost flowed from the corner of his mouth. When he smelled the aroma of roasted bacon, he was even more greedy and couldn't help but steal a piece.

Zhuang Jingchun watched him secretly licking his fingers without piercing him, and rolled the rest of the ingredients into the dough. When the burrito is ready, cut it with a knife, cut in half, wrap in foil, plate, and sprinkle with tomato and chili sauce.

Xu Xizhou picked up the burrito, ignoring the scalding, and took a big bite. The aroma of fried bacon and ham poured into the mouth together, bringing a strong sense of satiety and satisfaction.

"This is definitely the best burrito I've ever eaten!" After eating the last small piece of bread, Xu Xizhou licked the remaining ketchup on his fingers with relish.

"Have an early rest after eating, it's past eleven o'clock."

Xu Xizhou nodded, watching the Filipino maid come in to clean up the table, he couldn't help but hiccup.

He went up to the second floor and found that his suitcase and backpack were already in Zhuang Jingchun's room.

Xu Xizhou couldn't help but feel nostalgic when he thought of the time when he was laying on the floor before.

He opened the closet and habitually went to the bottom layer to find a moisture-proof mat. A voice suddenly sounded from behind.