"I promise, it will be very measured."

In the end, Zhuang Jingchun did not resist the temptation and went back to the hotel with him.

...

After doing the happy thing, the next day, both of them got up a little late. The person who woke up first was Zhuang Jingchun. He set the alarm clock and pressed it once in the middle. When he woke up again, he saw the time on it, and his eyebrows jumped.

It's nine o'clock!

"Xiaozhou, get up quickly, do you want to train in the morning?"

Zhuang Jingchun took the boy out of the quilt and patted his face lightly.

Xu Xizhou yawned lazily, without opening his eyes, he rubbed in his arms attachedly, "Don't get up early, I usually sleep until I wake up naturally on race days, and the team won't care about me."

He looked calm and composed, but Zhuang Jingchun seemed even more nervous than him, as if he was the one who was going to play.

"Then you can't sleep late. You have to get up and have breakfast, otherwise it's bad for your stomach to have an empty stomach."

Xu Xizhou responded perfunctorily, blinked his eyelashes, and suddenly muttered a few words in dissatisfaction.

Zhuang Jingchun didn't hear what he was saying, she lowered her head and brought her ears close to his mouth.

"Xiaozhou, say it again."

Xu Xizhou raised his tone slightly dissatisfied, "I said, my legs are not very comfortable, and I want to sleep a little longer."

When Zhuang Jingchun heard this, Qing Jun's brows suddenly wrinkled, and he reached out and grabbed his pajama pants.

He didn't do the last step last night, he just used another method. Did it still hurt the boat?

For fear of affecting Xu Xizhou's game, he hurriedly checked the skin on his legs, and found that it was only a little red, and there was no place for the skin to break, and he was relieved.

"How about I get you some plaster to apply?"

Seeing his nervous look, Xu Xizhou wanted to laugh inexplicably. Zhuang Jingchun knelt down in front of his legs with worry on her face.

He stretched his legs, put the balls of his feet in his arms, and rubbed his toes against his shoulders.

"You don't need to use medicine, just rub it for me."

After doing this action, Xu Xizhou felt that he was a little too much, and he was simply a spoiled servant.

To his surprise, Zhuang Jingchun didn't have the slightest bit of impatience. He directly held his ankle and reached out and pressed it on the palm of his foot.

"Is this comfortable?"

Xu Xizhou narrowed his eyes contentedly, "Comfortable, continue."

Zhuang Jingchun lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the boy like a lazy cat, stretching his limbs and letting him knead well. The corner of his mouth twitched, and suddenly he had a bad heart, slightly bent his fingers, and scratched at the soles of his feet.

The soles of Xu Xizhou's feet were extremely sensitive, and when he felt a little itchy, he shrank his toes unconsciously. Zhuang Jingchun naturally refused to let him go easily, grabbed his ankle with some force, and scratched the sole of Xu Xizhou's right foot a few times.

"Haha...don't..."

Xu Xizhou laughed uncontrollably, his entire body shrunk into a ball. Zhuang Jingchun had played enough tricks, then held his feet again and kissed his calf.

"Little slacker, don't sleep, get up quickly."

He could see that Xu Xizhou had nothing at all, he just wanted to lie on the bed and act like a spoiled child with him. However, I still eat this one.

Seeing that his trick was exposed by him, Xu Xizhou was embarrassed to pretend to be uncomfortable, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up from the bed.

He opened the window and looked at the sailboats on the sea not far away. There were white seagulls passing lightly in the sky, and many familiar pictures in his memory were hooked up.

When he participated in the F2 Morocco race last year, he counterattacked all the way and miraculously won the championship. At that time, the Ren family had just found him, and when he learned about his life experience, he seemed to have won a huge lottery ticket.

Until now, he occasionally felt unreality.

This year, he has experienced too many glories, highs, setbacks and lows on the track.

His life was ups and downs like riding a roller coaster, as if it was destined somewhere. After going around, he returned to the place where he won the championship for the first time.

Zhuang Jingchun saw him standing in a daze in front of the window, she couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged his waist from behind.

"This time, do you still envy other drivers?"

Xu Xizhou, Wei Yizheng, remembered that when he came to Morocco last year, he was very envious of the drivers who were invited to the cocktail party on the sailboat, and even more envious was that there were countless enthusiastic fans who loved them. Unexpectedly, he has now become one of them.

"I don't envy it. Besides, the team had a reception last night, but I refused."

Xu Xizhou turned his head, and the June sunshine came in from the window and fell on half of his face, making his cheeks almost translucent, and the tiny fluffs were clearly visible.

With his eyes slightly bent, he looked at Zhuang Jingchun, "It's more important to stay with your boyfriend."

Zhuang Jingchun smiled, put her arms around his waist, and a lingering kiss fell on the corner of his mouth.

"When the Moroccan race is over, will you go back to France with me? Let's go to Paris for two days."

"You're not going back to work?"

The man smiled, "Just enough money, it's more important to go on vacation with your boyfriend."

At noon, Xu Xizhou and Zhuang Jingchun left the hotel. When exited the revolving door and was about to get into the commercial car, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"The boat."

This voice made Xu Xizhou stunned for a moment, he turned his head in surprise and looked at the handsome young man standing beside the marble column.

We haven't seen him for half a year. Lu Rong is much more mature than before. He is wearing a well-cut suit with sapphire cufflinks looming at his wrists. Tall and slender, the whole person has a gloomy and restrained temperament, like a sharp sword being put into the scabbard, and only a slight flash of coldness flashes.

What surprised Xu Xizhou even more was that next to Lu Rong was a young boy dressed as a college student who was wearing a backpack, a plaid shirt, and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.