Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia looked at Xu Zhouye, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She discovered that once this man was in the right, he could shut people up.

"That was your initiative, so it doesn't count as me taking advantage of you," he said seriously. "I accept the reward, thank you, girlfriend."

Song Qingjia: "...You're welcome, I'll be going now."

Xu Zhouye nodded: "Go ahead."

The strange feeling intensified.

However, Song Qingjia didn't have much time to think about what he was trying to tell her. She had barely returned to her office when she rushed off to a meeting.

In addition to regular upgrades, kits for specific tracks are also a key area she needs to focus on.

For example, at the Monaco Grand Prix a month later, the FIA ​​confirmed that the straight-line mode was not allowed to be activated on this side, which meant that the active aerodynamic modes of the front and rear wings lost their original function.

Therefore, Davis decided to use a new kit to increase the car's downforce and improve its performance in low-speed corners.

After discussing their ideas, Song Qingjia and another colleague made improvements to the original canard design and ran several simulations, with promising results.

Xu Zhouye won the championship in Monaco last year, and she secretly wanted him to defend his title here.

Although it's difficult given the current state of racing, she wants to do her best in her part, at least not to hold him back.

Busy as I went, the day passed quickly.

Song Qingjia picked up her phone and saw that He Yonglin had sent her a message, inviting her to watch a movie together that evening.

She agreed without much thought.

The two went to the shopping mall next to the headquarters, which was not crowded because it was located in the suburbs.

"My friend has to go on a business trip at the last minute, and I really couldn't find anyone to go with, so I thought I'd ask you. I hope I didn't bother you?" He Yonglin felt that it wasn't very good to ask someone out at the last minute, and asked somewhat apologetically.

Song Qingjia: "No, I don't have much to do after get off work."

Aside from being annoyed by a certain shameless driver.

He Yonglin felt relieved and took her arm, saying, "I thought a beauty like you would definitely be spending the night with your boyfriend."

Just as Song Qingjia was about to reply, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She picked it up, glanced at it, and said, "Speak of the devil, and he appears."

Xu Zhouye deliberately stayed in the office for a while, until it was time to leave work, before slowly walking towards Song Qingjia's office.

If the other person leaves work on time, then it's a good opportunity to bump into them.

If she works overtime, he can sneak into her office and wait for her there.

To his surprise, neither of these two scenarios occurred.

The office was empty.

The assistant engineer next door poked his head out: "Wild God, are you looking for Teacher Song?"

Xu Zhouye, with his hands in his pockets, hummed in agreement: "Where is she? I need to check some data with her."

Xiao Zhou said, "Teacher Song had an appointment and left work early."

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes.

Did you have an appointment with someone?

With whom?

Which random man or woman is seducing her again?

"Why don't you come see her again tomorrow?" Xiao Zhou felt the air suddenly turn a few degrees colder, and scratching his head, he was a little confused.

Xu Zhouye nodded and strode away.

He got into the driver's seat and opened Song Qingjia's chat window, but it was empty; there wasn't a single message.

I wonder who she's been out fooling around with; she's probably completely forgotten about her boyfriend.

He typed, head down: "Honey, are you off work yet?"

Don't question them directly; pretend you don't know.

Song Qingjia had indeed forgotten about him, replying: 【Logged off, outside.】

Xu Zhouye: [Outside? I was planning to invite you to dinner, which little vixen snatched it from me?]

What a load of nonsense...

Song Qingjia: [It's He Yonglin; she invited me to a movie.]

Xu Zhouye stared at the words "Watch Movie" on the screen for a full three seconds without moving.

He hasn't even watched a movie with her yet, so what makes He Yonglin think she's the best?

You haven't watched it with me yet.

Even through the screen, Song Qingjia could smell the sourness in his voice. But she was in a relatively good mood and didn't mind coaxing him a little.

I'll watch it with you next time.

She had just sent the message when He Yonglin called out, "Qingjia, the show's about to start! Let's go in!"

She looked up and responded, then typed a few more words: "[I'm going in, I'm done chatting.]" After sending the message, she silenced her phone and put it in her bag.

Xu Zhouye sneered.

Another example of a "bad girl's" words. "Next time," without even a specific time, who knows if she's just trying to get rid of him.

He exited WeChat and glanced at the bean bun on the desktop; it was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it. He had listened, he was supposed to lick her well, but how did he end up licking her while watching a movie with someone else?

Clearly, it's all nonsense.

He long-pressed the icon, deleted it, and finally the desktop was clean.

-

It was almost 10 p.m. when the movie ended.

Song Qingjia said goodbye to He Yonglin and drove back to her apartment.

As she stepped out of the elevator, she paused, turned around, and walked across the street. She stood at the door for two seconds, then raised her hand and knocked.

Before long, the door was opened from the inside.

Xu Zhouye stood at the door, having just finished showering, wearing only a bathrobe. His hair was wet, water dripping from the ends, and droplets trickled down his temples, across his jawline, and into his collarbone.

His expression initially showed a hint of impatience at being disturbed, but upon seeing Song Qingjia, that impatience vanished instantly, and a smile appeared on his lips, which he then suppressed.

"Finished watching the movie?" he asked deliberately.

Song Qingjia wasn't listening. Her gaze slid from his wet hair to his Adam's apple, from his Adam's apple to his open collar, and from his collar to his loose belt.

Xu Zhouye naturally noticed her gaze and straightened his slightly disheveled clothes.

"Where should we look?"

Song Qingjia withdrew her gaze with some regret, then looked up and said, "I've finished looking around, so I came to see you."

"snort."

Xu Zhouye snorted and turned to walk inside.

After thinking about it, Song Qingjia followed him inside.

"Was the movie good?" Xu Zhouye asked while drying his hair.

Song Qingjia had held back for most of the night, but finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Xu Zhouye, are you a child? Why are you talking so sourly?"

"Sour?" Xu Zhouye put down the towel. "It is quite sour. I had dumplings for dinner with lots of vinegar."

Song Qingjia took a step forward, put her hands behind her back, looked up at him, and smiled slightly: "So it's because you're jealous."

Xu Zhouye squinted at her.

"Who was it that so righteously rejected my kiss this morning?"

"Oh, it's you."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

"Can I back out now?" He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her onto himself, his tone a little clenched.

Song Qingjia gestured for him to lower his head.

Xu Zhouye obediently lowered his head.

His girl reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling sweetly: "Kiss me."