Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia watched his expression shift from astonishment to delight, and her lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"Good morning," she greeted calmly.

Xu Zhouye came to his senses, licked his back teeth, and felt like he had been tricked.

But he actually enjoyed it.

His heartbeat told him that he was both surprised and delighted.

Moreover, there is more joy.

He walked up to her, stopping at just the right distance, and said in a very businesslike tone, "Davies sent you to collect data?"

Song Qingjia nodded: "Yes, I'll have to ask you two drivers to cooperate more."

"Of course, it's what I should do."

Thank you.

Behind them, Lin Bosheng's eyes darted back and forth between the two, admiring their acting skills.

Full marks, it has to be full marks.

Looking at her calm expression, Xu Zhouye recalled how she lied without batting an eye during yesterday's video call, and suddenly said something.

"By the way, I'd like to confirm some data with you regarding the forewing's specifications."

Song Qingjia inexplicably felt that he was up to no good.

"The data is in my lounge, want to go take a look?" he continued.

really.

Song Qingjia rolled her eyes inwardly: "Fine, let's go."

The two walked down the corridor one after the other and arrived at Xu Zhouye's lounge. As soon as she stepped inside, the door closed. The soundproofing was excellent; the noise from the corridor was instantly shut out.

Behind her, the man's presence grew closer and closer, stopping right next to her ear.

Song Qingjia turned around, pointed her index finger at his chest, and pushed him away.

What data needs to be confirmed?

Xu Zhouye stared at her, noticing her impeccable expression, and chuckled softly. He picked up a tablet from the table, pulled up a set of data, and handed it to her.

"I discovered yesterday that the eddy current control zone on the outer side of the endplate performs differently on the simulator than in the wind tunnel data by 3 percent."

Song Qingjia took it and looked down at the screen.

His hand didn't loosen; it was still gripping the edge of the tablet. As he spoke, he slid his hand towards hers, pressed it down, and caressed it.

Song Qingjia looked up at him, but he didn't hold back at all.

"I want to hear your explanation." Ignoring his hand gestures, there was no hint of something amiss in his tone.

"..."

This shamelessness is probably unmatched.

Song Qingjia looked at the screen again. There was indeed a discrepancy in the data, but the discrepancy had already been analyzed before she arrived, so it wasn't a problem.

She withdrew her hand and said calmly, "The wind tunnel model is static, while the simulator has dynamic pitch. The difference is within a reasonable range. No adjustment is needed."

"Received." Xu Zhouye mimicked her businesslike tone.

Song Qingjia handed the tablet back to him: "Then I'll go out first."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhouye could no longer keep up the act. He slammed the tablet on the table, hooked his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

He lowered his head and chuckled softly.

"You came to Monaco without telling me?"

"I'm giving you a surprise, don't you like it?" Song Qingjia dropped the pretense and hooked her arm around his collar with a sly smile.

"I like it." His fingers slowly slid from her waist to her lower back, his palm pressed against her back. Through the thin shirt, he could feel her slightly tense muscles. "When I saw you in the P room just now, my heart skipped a beat."

"Only three beats faster, so it doesn't seem like much of a surprise."

Xu Zhouye chuckled again, took her hand, and pressed it against his chest: "Then feel it for yourself."

Beneath my palm, my heartbeat is steady and strong.

It was much faster than usual.

Song Qingjia squeezed it, "That's fine."

Xu Zhouye knew she liked to be stubborn, so he wasn't annoyed. He sighed and hugged her tightly, "Baby, you have no idea how happy I am."

Song Qingjia also reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying herself completely in his embrace.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Song Qingjia stiffened, and without hesitation released her grip, stepping back three steps from Xu Zhouye's embrace.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes.

"The press conference is in ten minutes, it's time to go." The PR's voice came through the door.

"Understood," Xu Zhouye replied, but his gaze fell on a woman who was looking around.

The person outside seemed to pause for a moment, then the footsteps faded into the distance.

Song Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief.

"You dodged pretty quickly?"

"It's alright." She straightened her clothes.

Xu Zhouye couldn't bear to see her so calm, so he pulled her into his arms again.

Song Qingjia said irritably, "Stop fooling around. If you're late, the FIA ​​will fine you."

Although it sounds unbelievable, there are precedents. Ferrari's Leclerc and McLaren's Norris were both fined 5000 euros for being late to press conferences.

"Only 5000 euros."

Song Qingjia: "?"

"If you have too much money, you should transfer it to me."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "My money has to be transferred to my wife. Do you want to be my wife?"

Song Qingjia: "No!"

Xu Zhouye: "It's the same if you transfer it to your girlfriend."

"Xu Zhouye." Her voice carried a warning.

"Okay, okay." He took a step back, his hand still on the doorknob, not turning it. "Give me a kiss and I'll leave."

Song Qingjia stared at him for two seconds, then reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him down and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. The kiss was brief; she quickly pulled away and waved her hand.

"Alright, let's go."

Xu Zhouye was satisfied. He turned the doorknob and stepped out. When he reached the door, he glanced back at her. She was facing away from him, pretending to look at the data he had placed on the table.

He looked away and closed the door.

As we passed the pit lane, Lin Bosheng peeked out from beside the tire truck, his face still beaming with gossip: "Brother Ye, all the data checked?"

He didn't stop walking, glancing at him sideways: "You've finished adjusting your car? You still have time to worry about other people's data?"

Lin Bosheng: "..."

He was being nosy by asking that question.