Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye received a kiss that made him feel completely comfortable.

He breathed softly, still wanting more, as he caressed her red lips.

Song Qingjia, equally breathless, asked, "Can you let me down now?"

Xu Zhouye was in a good mood and opened the car door. However, he didn't let her get out; instead, he got out of the car himself.

"I'll drive; I'm afraid your legs will give way."

"Oh."

Song Qingjia was worried that he was too tough.

Back in the neighborhood, as I passed the garden, I saw a person squatting by the green belt, with a golden retriever squatting at his feet, sniffing around in the grass.

"Dr. Wen," Song Qingjia spoke first.

Wen Shixu looked up, saw her, smiled, and stood up: "Miss Song."

His gaze swept over the man beside her; he was tall and handsome, but his expression...

They seem a bit difficult to get along with.

"Who is this?"

Song Qingjia spoke up before Xu Zhouye could: "This is my boyfriend, Xu Zhouye." She paused, "This is Dr. Wen, Er Gou's veterinarian."

Xu Zhouye smiled when he heard the approving address. He extended his hand: "Dr. Wen, it's an honor to meet you."

His tone was polite, his smile appropriate, but as he reached out, his other hand naturally rested on the woman's waist beside him. His thumb pressed lightly against the thin fabric of her shirt.

Song Qingjia calmly pressed down on his hand, amused inwardly. Why was this man constantly making up love rivals?

Wen Shixu didn't react with any surprise and politely shook hands with him.

"How's Er Gou doing lately?"

"I'm doing great, I can eat and sleep well, and I've gained quite a bit of weight."

Wen Shixu nodded: "It's a bit timid. You can do some socialization training for it so that it won't be too stressed when it goes out in the future."

"I understand, thank you, Dr. Wen."

After smelling the grass enough, the golden retriever obediently returned to Wen Shixu's feet, its tongue lolling out from its mouth, looking completely satisfied.

Xu Zhouye stared at it for a while and thought it looked a bit silly, like a sycophant.

simp...

Suddenly, Lu Yanbai's words about him being a simp popped into her mind, and she paused, her expression of disgust towards the dog growing even stronger.

How could he possibly be so stupid?

"Then I'll go upstairs first." Wen Shixu smiled and said goodbye to the two of them, then walked away with the dog.

The dog took two steps, glanced back at Xu Zhouye, wagged its tail, then turned back, wiggled its rear, and followed its owner into the building.

Xu Zhouye: "..."

Why are you looking at him? Is it because like attracts like?

What nonsense! He's not a simp.

Inside the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, Xu Zhouye couldn't contain himself any longer: "Smile at him."

"Did I smile at him?" Song Qingjia leaned against the elevator wall, tilting her head to look at him.

"You smiled. Your lips curved, and your eyes curved too." He put his hands in his pockets, looking at the two figures reflected in the elevator doors. "You've never smiled at me that many times."

Song Qingjia's lips twitched.

"Stop, that's enough. I've already told him you're my boyfriend."

Xu Zhouye: "That's who I am."

Song Qingjia found it amusing: "You don't know who you are. Please remember your place."

"friends with benefits!"

Xu Zhouye covered his ears; such vulgar language was not worthy of his ears.

"I don't care, you said it yourself."

Song Qingjia crossed her arms and listened to his sophistry: "You said I was your boyfriend in front of Nie Yuhuai, you said I was your boyfriend in front of Xu Wanran, and you said the same thing in front of this Dr. Wen."

He paused, then said with absolute certainty, "Then that's me."

It seemed like there was nothing wrong with it, but Song Qingjia was already being swayed by him.

But then she thought again that a relationship of having benefits isn't something you can talk about in front of outsiders, so it's reasonable for her to embellish it a bit.

Could it be like the stories told in wealthy circles about young masters keeping beautiful mistresses, that Xu Zhouye followed Song Qingjia?

Does that sound a bit strange?

Song Qingjia stopped her random thoughts and looked at the man in front of her, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking completely self-righteous.

"You're quite the opportunist."

Xu Zhouye seemed to have heard something amusing, and a smile spread across his lips. He took a step forward, and his hand wandered up to her again.

"Of course I'll push my luck." He deliberately emphasized the last few words, "You know that."

Song Qingjia was stunned for a moment, then realized that what he meant by "taking an inch and wanting a mile" was not the same as what she meant at all.

"……shameless."

He continued laughing, "I'll take that as a compliment."

Song Qingjia snorted and stepped out of the elevator. Considering he was still a patient, she decided not to argue with him.

Xu Zhouye followed her and squeezed through the door.

When Er Gou, who was waiting for his master behind the door, saw him, he spat at him and ran away in a flash.

Xu Zhouye: "?"

A stupid cat that sides with outsiders.

-

Although the Canadian Grand Prix is ​​not back-to-back with Miami, there is only a week in between.

To familiarize himself with the VC26's performance on the track, Xu Zhouye usually conducts extensive simulator training before a race.

The team's heavily invested simulator can provide the most realistic feedback on driving details, allowing engineers to find the right tuning scheme for the track.

However, this plan is only the initial one, and it will be fine-tuned after enough data is collected in practice matches.

The next day, Xu Zhouye's gastroenteritis was almost completely cured. He spent most of the day playing on the simulator, and it was already dark when he came out.

As I walked toward the elevator, I picked up my phone and opened WeChat.

Someone's chat box is empty.

He gave a soft hum and put his phone away.

On the way, a colleague who was also leaving get off work late greeted him and asked why he wasn't home yet. He responded indifferently, without any enthusiasm.

Even his ordinary colleagues would say to him with concern, "That woman is so heartless."

As he stepped out of the elevator, he realized he shouldn't be thinking about her like that; she was surely resting during her rare day off.

While waiting at the traffic light, I thought about her terrible cooking skills and wondered if she had eaten properly.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned the car around and drove to the private restaurant he usually frequented.

Half an hour later, Xu Zhouye stood at Song Qingjia's door with a bag in his hand and habitually reached out to enter the password.

"Beep—"

Incorrect password.

He pressed the key again, but it was still wrong. He stared at the red light on the combination lock, paused for two seconds, and then laughed in exasperation.

He took out his phone, opened Song Qingjia's chat window, and typed: "[You changed your password?]"

There was no reply from the other side.

He posted another message: 【What does that mean?】

Half a minute later, a message arrived: "[So, that's what you meant.]"

Xu Zhouye stared at the line of text and sneered. Before his finger could even land, another message popped up.

Song Qingjia: [I think we're doing this too often, it's not good for our health. Starting today, it'll be once a week, until I call.]

Song Qingjia rolled over, a sly smile on her face.

Fortunately, we had a good kiss in the parking lot yesterday, so he can spend the next week alone.

Moreover, she genuinely believes that moderate exercise in bed is beneficial.

She did it for his own good.