After zipping his coat, he turned to look at Wang Miao.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with Zhuang Jingchun."

"You lied to the ghost. Look at your mouth for yourself. It's so red that it looks like it's been ravaged and ravaged."

Wang Miao stood up a little unhappy, crossed her chest with both hands, and looked up and down at Xu Xizhou.

"However, why do you look like a normal person? After doing something like that, wouldn't it be hard to even walk the next day?"

Xu Xizhou looked at him in confusion, obviously not understanding what he was talking about.

Wang Miao watched him bend over and pick up the watch on the table. There was nothing unnatural in his actions. Suddenly, a guess came to his mind, and he let out an unbelievable cry.

"Fuck, could it be that... Zhuang Jingchun is the one below? Xu Xizhou, you can!"

The blue veins on Xu Xizhou's forehead jumped, "Can you think of something without color in your mind, what's above and below, nothing happened at all, okay?!"

Xu Xizhou directly lifted the quilt and showed him that there was nothing unusual about the quilt except that it was a little messy.

"Do you think this bed would be this clean if we did something last night?"

Wang Miao stared at him suspiciously, then looked at the trash can in the room, and snorted in confusion.

"It's true, you two really just slept under the blanket last night... This is too unreasonable."

Wang Miao shook his head, frowned, rubbed his chin, his face full of thought.

"Could it be that... it's Zhuang Jingchun?"

At this time, in the study room separated by a wall.

Shu Yue put the kitchen knife on the table, sat down with a cold face, and stared at the mixed-race youth with deep eyebrows.

"Xiao Zhuang, don't forget what you promised me."

Zhuang Jingchun looked guilty. He lowered his head and said in a sincere tone, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised. Last night was because of Xiaozhou's birthday, and the situation was special."

"No matter how special the situation is, he's still just a nineteen-year-old child who has just come of age. Xiaozhou has a childlike nature, unlike you, you're almost thirty years old, don't you even have this bit of self-control? ?!"

"I'm sorry, this will never happen again."

Shu Yue snorted coldly, her expression still a little unhappy. She is not a fool either, she can naturally see if something happened to the two of them the moment she opened the bedroom door. Recalling the way Xiaozhou sat up at the time, he and Zhuang Jingchun should really just slept last night.

Shu Yue frowned and looked out the window, "During this time, in addition to watching his games, please keep some distance from Xiaozhou and don't affect him."

"I understand."

"Also, don't forget the most important thing, wait for your agreement to expire," Shu Yue paused, looking sharply at Zhuang Jingchun, "I hope you will do what you say, give Xiaozhou the right to choose again, don't use emotion kidnap him."

Zhuang Jingchun's eyelashes drooped slightly, and an unknown emotion flashed across her green eyes. He was silent for a few seconds before saying softly, "Okay."

"What are these two talking about inside?"

Xu Xizhou pressed his ears to the door, lying outside the door, trying to hear what the people inside were saying.

Wang Miao stood aside, thinking of Shu Yue's murderous look just now, she always felt that this was not good, and couldn't help tugging at Xu Xizhou's sleeve.

"It's not good for you to eavesdrop on other people's speech like this."

"I'm not afraid that my mother will teach Zhuang Jingchun a lesson? She went in with a kitchen knife."

Xu Xizhou frowned, clawed at the door frame with great effort, and vaguely heard a sound, his face beamed with joy, and the next second, the door was opened from the inside, he was unstable, and slammed into the arms of Zhuang Jingchun who was just walking out.

"Xiaozhou, what are you doing?" Shu Yue looked at him dumbfounded.

"I'll take something." Xu Xizhou smiled awkwardly and patted Zhuang Jingchun's neckline.

"You keep talking, don't mind me."

Zhuang Jingchun twitched her forehead, held him steady, lowered her head slightly, and said in his ear, "Your reason is too lame, next time you don't want to eavesdrop on being caught, at least find a decent one."

"I didn't eavesdrop—" Realizing that Shu Yue was staring at him, Xu Xizhou quickly swallowed the words in his mouth, laughed twice, and changed the subject.

"Mom, don't you want to cook porridge? Let me cut the side dishes for you."

In the next few days, in addition to taking classes, Xu Xizhou took the Ren family to play around in London. He was in a hurry every time he returned to London, and he rarely went out for shopping. This time, with Shu Yue and Ren Huamin, they walked almost all the streets and alleys of London, and tried all the delicious Michelin restaurants.

On the other day after his birthday, Zhuang Jingchun returned to France.

The airport he took him to. In the car, Xu Xizhou remembered what happened last night, and his expression was a little uncomfortable. At that time, the courage and blood in his chest seemed to have dissipated most of it, so he could only tentatively say, "What happened last night, I..."

"You drink too much, I can understand." Zhuang Jingchun didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on the front.

"Don't drink so much next time, especially in front of unfamiliar people."

Xu Xizhou nodded. When approaching the airport, he held the steering wheel and couldn't help but glanced at the man beside him.

"Are you going to watch the match in Saudi Arabia?"

Zhuang Jingchun sighed softly.

Hearing that Zhuang Jingchun would come, all the depression and frustration in Xu Xizhou's heart disappeared, and his heart was full of expectations for the next race.

"That's fine, we'll see you in Saudi Arabia."

After playing with the Ren family for a week in London, Xu Xizhou quickly returned to training. Although he has signed a contract with McLaren, it does not mean that he can lower his requirements for himself. In the last two races, he must narrow the distance with Edward and not be thrown too far by him.

It would be even better if he could surpass Edward and win the F2 championship. Of course, he also knew in his heart that this hope was very slim.