Spring Night Kiss.

Tensions in the Middle East have led the FIA ​​to cancel the Bahrain and Saudi Arabia meet-and-greets originally scheduled for April.

A large portion of the calendar is empty in April.

For the drivers, this is a spring break that fell from the sky. But for the teams, no one dares to relax; this is the golden window for upgrading their cars.

Song Qingjia's front wing design has passed the review and entered the manufacturing stage.

Davis used the word "excellent" in the email, and Craig, unusually, didn't nitpick.

However, she didn't care what the other person was thinking; she only cared about how well the carbon fiber plate would perform in the wind tunnel.

As I came out of the restaurant, I bumped into Xu Zhouye, who had just finished shooting media materials.

Formula 1 is one of the most commercially valuable racing series in the world, with every frame inside and outside the paddock translating into real money. Drivers are not just drivers; they are also the face of a brand, a gateway to traffic, and a data generator on social media platforms.

As a new racing team, Vortex has put just as much effort into this as it has into building the cars. From shooting media materials and managing social media accounts to arranging brand events, each step is meticulously planned and executed.

Because no one understands better than the racing team that exposure equals sponsorship, and sponsorship equals speed.

Xu Zhouye has just finished a round of filming.

Her hair was styled specially, with the wispy bangs swept back to reveal her full forehead and dark eyes, making her look even more dashing.

Song Qingjia paused, her gaze sweeping over his face, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.

She nodded to him as a greeting, then walked past him with her coffee.

Xu Zhouye rubbed his cheeks, turned around, and stared at the woman's back.

It's been a week.

For a whole week, he didn't lick her on his own initiative.

No, what licking? I've really been led astray by Lu Yanbai.

He deliberately didn't take the initiative to contact her, and she didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

The two worked well together. His ideas were incorporated into the design of the forewing, and she was responsible for bringing those ideas to fruition, ultimately resulting in the final version.

However, once they left work, the two had no contact whatsoever.

He tried standing inside the door in the morning to listen for her opening it, then pretending to go out and bump into her. She would only look up and say "Good morning."

He didn't want to hear that flat, emotionless "good morning" at all.

This shows that everything that happened before was something he forced upon her. She, on the other hand, genuinely considered him a colleague.

Are colleagues you've slept with still considered colleagues?

Xu Zhouye's face grew darker the more he thought about it.

He took out his phone and sent Lu Yanbai a WeChat message: 【Are you there?】

Lu Yanbai replied instantly: 【Oh, what brings you here, Young Master Xu?】

Xu Zhouye stared at the screen, typed a few words, deleted them, and then typed again: "[Does ignoring her really work?]"

Lu Yanbai looked at the screen and laughed so hard he almost fell over. He had only made up a joke, and Xu Zhouye actually believed it?

Even after all this, he still refuses to admit that he's been bewitched by Song Qingjia and fallen in love with this woman. He's really stubborn.

Lu Yanbai grinned mischievously, never one to shy away from a good show, and replied: "In that case, we'll have to try something even more extreme."

Xu Zhouye: [What move?]

Lu Yanbai: [Deliberately picking a fight with her, provoking her, so she has no choice but to notice you.]

Xu Zhouye's face darkened completely: [Idiot.]

Lu Yanbai's smile deepened.

Just then, Shen Lingyi came out of the room carrying a tablet, sat on his lap, saw his smiling face, and kissed him: "What are you smiling about so happily?"

Lu Yanbai wrapped his arms around her waist and gently squeezed it. Instead of answering her, he asked, "Would you like to go to Iceland?"

Shen Lingyi's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Lu Yanbai smiled and said, "Then let's set off tonight."

"So rushed tonight?"

"Yes, I'm afraid someone will come looking for revenge."

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Song Qingjia carried a trash bag downstairs to throw out the trash. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the closed door across the street and paused for a moment.

She wasn't as indifferent as Xu Zhouye had assumed.

She was indeed somewhat unhappy that the people who had always surrounded her had suddenly stopped.

But she attributed this feeling to unfamiliarity.

Just like when Song Mingqian left, she felt uncomfortable living with Cheng Yizhen.

That year, she was in her final year of junior high school when Cheng Yizhen brought her to Beijing. However, she was very busy with work, so she spent most of her time alone.

A person will always have wild thoughts, and the more they think, the less they want to communicate with others.

By the time Cheng Yizhen noticed, Song Qingjia hadn't spoken for a long time. Left with no other option, she had to put her work on hold and take her daughter to see a doctor.

The doctor said that if the patient does not cooperate, the treatment will not be effective.

After much deliberation, Cheng Yizhen, for the sake of her daughter and her own future—especially since it was a crucial time for her promotion—finally decided to send Song Qingjia back to Suzhou and entrust her to Zhou Yunqing's care.

Returning to Suzhou did indeed improve Song Qingjia's condition significantly. Even now, almost no one can tell that she once suffered from severe depression.

After throwing away the trash, Song Qingjia didn't go up immediately, but sat down on a bench by the roadside.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the days are getting longer.

She looked up at the sky; it wasn't completely dark yet, but a few stars were already twinkling.

"Miss Song?"

A gentle male voice sounded from the side.

Song Qingjia straightened her head and looked over. It was a somewhat familiar face.

"Who are you?" she asked, puzzled.

Wen Shixu smiled and said, "The pet hospital, you brought Song Ergou for a checkup, remember?"

Song Qingjia remembered: "Sorry, my memory isn't very good."

Wen Shixu hurriedly said it was okay.

"Oh right, we should bring Er Gou in for his second vaccination in a few days," he suddenly remembered and reminded him.

Song Qingjia nodded: "I remember the date, I won't forget."

The two chatted briefly, and it turned out that he also lived in the same neighborhood and owned a dog, a golden retriever named Yuki, who was lying at his feet.

Song Qingjia was taken aback: "You're a fan of Kakuta?"

"Who is Kakuta?" Wen Shixu asked, puzzled.

Song Qingjia: "An F1 driver whose English name is Yuki."

Wen Shixu: "What a coincidence."

Song Qingjia wasn't good at chatting with people and felt a little awkward, so she squatted down, patted the golden retriever's head, and praised it for being cute.

This scene was extremely jarring to Xu Zhouye, who was not far away.

He narrowed his eyes.

This woman actually dared to smile at another man.