"By the way, are Lu Rong and Yi Tian not here?"

"Lu Rong answered a phone call, it seemed that it was from China. After watching the game, he hurried away with his little lover."

Wang Miao leaned over and looked at his trophy, then touched it again, "What material is this made of?"

"It seems to be silver, I don't know."

Xu Xizhou handed the runner-up trophy to the team staff and touched his withered stomach.

"I'm dying of hunger, let's have a big meal. It's nice to have a revolving restaurant nearby."

After eating the buffet, Xu Xizhou went back to the hotel to participate in the team's celebration banquet, and also accepted interviews with several media. By the time got back to room, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

After tossing for a day, he was terribly sleepy, yawning, and lying on the bed without taking off his shoes.

Zhuang Jingchun finished the bath, her hair was slightly wet, she was wearing a light-colored bathrobe, her white skin at the collarbone was looming, and she was leaning on the pillow and brushing her phone.

"You are on the domestic hot search. The first Chinese F1 driver on the podium is your news."

Xu Xizhou leaned towards him, put his head on his arm, and looked up at him.

"Really?" Xu Xizhou didn't have much surprised expression on his face, instead he was very calm.

Zhuang Jingchun put down the phone, reached out and rubbed his head, wrinkling his nose suddenly.

"How much did you drink? Why is there such a strong smell of alcohol?"

"I haven't had a few drinks, it's all Carl and a few executives drinking." Xu Xizhou lowered his head and sniffed his neckline, then turned around and hugged the man's waist.

The fragrance of the elegant shower gel came from Zhuang Jingchun, mixed with the smell of refreshing aftershave, like a gust of wind blowing in the Nordic forest.

Xu Xizhou buried his head in his chest and sniffed lightly.

"I seem to understand."

"Understand what?"

"The nice smell you said last time. It can only be smelled by the person you like."

Zhuang Jingchun played with his hair, with obvious joy in his eyes.

"Then what did you smell?"

Xu Xizhou wrinkled his nose like a small animal, and rubbed the tip of his nose on Zhuang Jingchun's warm skin, thinking hard.

"It's like, it just rained in the forest in the early morning, and there is the fragrance of wild flowers on the wet grass, it seems that there is..."

He suddenly laughed slyly twice, and took off Zhuang Jingchun's pajamas.

"Just taste it and you'll know."

Zhuang Jingchun hurriedly grabbed his disturbing hand with a righteous expression.

"You go take a shower first, and then talk after you're done."

"Then you wash with me." Xu Xizhou just wanted to play tricks.

Zhuang Jingchun gritted her teeth and looked at him helplessly.

"You said it yourself, and I'm not responsible for the consequences."

"I'm not afraid of you."

Zhuang Jingchun directly carried the person into the bathroom.

In the hazy water vapor, the whole world seemed to be the only two of them left. Xu Xizhou was forced to lean against the cold marble wall, raised his head slightly, and kissed the man.

The warm water rushed down from the top of the head, and soon the heat spread throughout the space, leaving only the white mist.

...

At noon the next day, Xu Xizhou dragged two sore legs and boarded the plane to Paris with Zhuang Jingchun.

He regrets it so badly now that he shouldn't have gotten drunk last night, and took the initiative to tease Zhuang Jingchun. Now it's good, some unspeakable part of him is extremely uncomfortable, and walking is not very natural.

"This passenger, may I ask you what's wrong with you?"

The tall and beautiful flight attendant saw Xu Xizhou twisting and turning on the seat, as if there was something unspeakable, and immediately came over with concern.

"It's nothing. I got a strain from exercising last night. Just give me a glass of orange juice."

Zhuang Jingchun, who was reading the newspaper, turned her face and glanced at him.

"When the plane lands, let's go to the hospital first."

Xu Xizhou shook his head quickly, subconsciously resisting that place.

"You asked me to go to the hospital to check this, you might as well kill me."

"Then go to the pharmacy head office?"

There was no preparation last night, and he did a bit too much.

"You go alone, I won't go in." It's too shameful to enter a pharmacy because of such a thing.

Zhuang Jingchun closed the newspaper helplessly, "Okay, I'll go alone."

Fortunately, Morocco is very close to France, and in less than two hours, the two arrived in Paris.

As soon as he entered the hotel suite, Xu Xizhou couldn't wait to lie down on the big bed in the center. Before she slept for five minutes, Zhuang Jingchun patted her ass.

"Get up, I'll give you medicine."

After all, he is a skilled old driver, and Xu Xizhou is not so shy for the first time, and he bends his legs generously.

"Can you hurry up?"

Zhuang Jingchun is really too meticulous, Xu Xizhou was originally calm, but now his ears are red again.

"It'll be fine right away, just bear with it."

Zhuang Jingchun restrained the desire in her heart, gave him the medicine, and put on his pants.

This day, Xu Xizhou basically spent in the hotel. At eight o'clock in the evening, the skies in Europe were still bright as day. He casually put on a T-shirt and jeans, took Zhuang Jingchun's hand, and went with him to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

In fact, Xu Xizhou has no interest in these famous attractions in Paris. Whether it is the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, or the Arc de Triomphe, basically everywhere are crowded with tourists. Only the Champs-Élysées and the Seine are quieter.

After dinner, the two went for a walk along the Seine. The gentle evening wind blows, with a little coolness.

There are naive ducks paddling laboriously by the river, and many tourists will feed them.

Not far away is the Eiffel Tower. When the sky darkens, the Eiffel Tower will light up, and the layers of lights will be reflected on the lake, as graceful as the brushstrokes in Monet's oil paintings.