Zhuang Jingchun raised her eyebrows in surprise, "How did you know?"

"He told me before, that he liked a boy before and saw his shadow in me. Now that I think about it, he just misses the person he once loved in me."

Xu Xizhou has always been very awake. Although he has been reborn, the world doesn't revolve around him. He hadn't met Su Fan a few times, how could it be that the three gold film emperors were inexplicably devoted to him, and he had to. He's not getting some heartthrob script.

What's more, it's enough for him to have Zhuang Jingchun.

Hearing Xu Xizhou's words, Zhuang Jingchun snorted coldly.

"As expected of an actor, it's quite similar to play the soulful second male lead."

After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need for him to be restrained. He logged in to Austin's account, which does not eat peanut butter, and forwarded Xu Xizhou's Weibo.

Austin, who doesn't eat peanut butter: Wife, kiss. Happy to circle JPG.

"When did your Weibo become like this?" Xu Xizhou was so sore that his teeth hurt.

"Of course I'm happy without a rival in love. Besides, you are my righteous wife now. In the future, whoever of your fans dares to scream, they will all be blocked, do you hear?"

Xu Xizhou raised his chest unconvinced, "You didn't even get the certificate, so you started to control the sky and the world, and what the fans called me?"

"I can't control you?" Zhuang Jingchun put down the phone and reached out to scratch his armpit

"Haha don't take it like this... Hahahaha stop it...I'll let you take care of it..."

After the summer break, Xu Xizhou quickly returned to intense training.

The last race in Canada left him with some regrets because of engine problems. This time, starting from Silverstone, he decided to adjust his mentality and start again.

On the day of the British Grand Prix, both Wang Miao and Zhang Yan came. The domestic audience in the auditorium of the track also doubled from last year.

Xu Xizhou went into battle lightly and achieved fifth place in qualifying, and even surpassed all the way in the race, beating Elliott of Mercedes-Benz team, and once again on the podium, won the third place in the British Grand Prix. .

The game was broadcast live simultaneously in China, and the ratings reached a new high. Xu Xizhou was on the podium at the Moroccan Grand Prix before, and Heizi jumped to say that he was lucky. Maybe he would be beaten back to his original shape in the second half of the season and fell to the bottom. Even F1 reporters were not optimistic about Xu Xizhou's future. Performance, didn't expect Xu Xizhou to directly beat them in the face with the third runner-up result at Silverstone this time.

After the team's celebration party ended, Xu Xizhou was dragged to the bar by Wang Miao and Zhang Yan again, under the pretense of helping him hold a bachelor party.

"Lao Xu, you are only twenty years old. It's such a pity that you are entering the grave of marriage so soon."

Wang Miao picked up the cocktail in the glass, had a toast with him, and then smiled and hugged Zhang Yan's shoulders.

"Like me and Zhang Yan, it's different. We don't want to settle down so quickly, let's play for a few more years."

Zhang Yan nodded in agreement, his eyes widened slightly for not knowing what he saw from the corner of his eye.

Xu Xizhou followed his gaze and frowned.

On the stage, the curtain was pulled away, and four handsome young men with hot bodies and only a pair of black tight shorts walked out, slowly rhythm with the rhythm of the music, and winked at Xu Xizhou from time to time.

"Lao Xu, how about this bachelorette party organized for you by my buddy? Are these handsome guys eye-catching?"

Wang Miao put a hand on his shoulder with an expression of asking for credit.

"You think I didn't die fast enough, didn't you?"

The veins on Xu Xizhou's forehead jumped.

"What are you afraid of? Zhuang Jingchun didn't come today. Didn't you say that he has been very busy recently, and he has to prepare various matters for the wedding. He won't care about this small bachelor party. Besides, these people are not show off. The dancer, don't get me wrong."

As Wang Miao spoke, he took out a stack of US dollar bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Xu Xizhou's arms. He blinked and said, "Which one you like later, just stuff the bills into his pants, he can come down alone to accompany him. You drink, and I promise to serve you happily."

"I'm going to get married, let's indulge at the end, it's alright."

Xu Xizhou was speechless, and just as he was about to refute him, the phone rang.

It was Zhuang Jingchun's call.

"You didn't go home? Where did you go?"

"I……"

Xu Xizhou cried out from the bottom of his heart, France is not far from the United Kingdom, and it would not take a minute for a man to come over.

"It's so noisy, which bar in London with Wang Miao and the others?" Zhuang Jingchun guessed most of it just by listening to the background sound.

Seeing Xu Xizhou hesitating to speak, Wang Miao couldn't see it, so he grabbed his phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"We're hosting a bachelorette party for Lao Xu. There are dancers performing. You're really worried, why don't you come and watch?"

When Xu Xizhou heard his words, his face changed slightly, and he kept shaking his head to signal Wang Miao to shut up. Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, a man's low voice sounded from the other end.

"Okay, I'll see it too."

After half an hour.

Xu Xizhou changed his seat awkwardly in his seat, Zhuang Jingchun sat next to him with one hand on his shoulder, seeing his awkward expression, his eyes turned back from the stage and landed on his face.

"Why, don't you want to watch the show?"

You sit here like a great Buddha with a pure heart and few desires, how can I still see it.

Xu Xizhou secretly complained in his heart, but he said: I'm going to the bathroom.

He stood up, and before he even took a step, a roll of US dollar bills suddenly fell out of his pocket and rolled right under Zhuang Jingchun's feet.

The man looked down and slowly picked up the dollar bills on the ground.

"Who is this for?"

His tone was casual, but Xu Xizhou had the feeling that a catastrophe was imminent. He looked not far away. On the booth, Wang Miao, the initiator, was holding Zhang Yan and drinking sticky, regardless of his life or death.