Spring Night Kiss.

Back in the pit room, Mike finally found an opportunity to joke: "Did I see that right? You two were kissing under the podium?"

Lin Bosheng added quietly, "The whole world saw it, and you're only just realizing it?"

He also did well today, finishing third. As a rookie, reaching the podium in Monaco is already a remarkable achievement.

After saying that, he winked at Xu Zhouye: "Brother Ye, I didn't say anything, I'm very tight-lipped."

Xu Zhouye glanced at him, then put his hand on Song Qingjia's waist and watched the show.

If he weren't afraid of making her shy, he would have picked her up and spun her around a few times.

Having a girlfriend who's too shy is also a problem; it's a shame we can't show affection without restraint.

It seems he needs to be even more shameless, let her get used to it more, and maybe her threshold will be raised.

Song Qingjia wasn't as uncomfortable as Xu Zhouye had imagined.

Of course, he's not as flamboyant as her.

She stood quietly to the side, only occasionally smiling.

Beside him, Mike was momentarily speechless, about to retort, when Lucas squeezed in from the side: "You two really kept it a secret. What do you call this? A covert maneuver?"

"Damn, you even know how to use a covert maneuver?" Lin Bosheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, my Chinese level is now equivalent to that of a half-Chinese person," Lucas said proudly.

Although the team did not mandate that its foreign employees learn Chinese, many staff members voluntarily began to learn.

Since I chose to join this Chinese team, it means I sincerely want to stand at the highest position with him.

A few engineers nearby gathered around and made a few teasing remarks.

After listening for a while, Xu Zhouye said lazily, "Alright, we're leaving now."

He pulled Song Qingjia away, and even after they had walked quite a distance, she could still feel the gazes still fixed on her back.

"Let go." She patted the hand resting on her waist.

"Not loose."

Not only did he act with complete confidence, but he also deliberately hugged her even tighter.

Song Qingjia: "..."

The hunting grounds were teeming with photographers. In the short time it took the two of them to walk out, three or four photographers had already followed them, snapping away with their long lenses and cameras, each with a focused expression determined to capture a masterpiece.

Xu Zhouye leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Baby, I bet tomorrow Instagram will be full of your photos."

Song Qingjia: "...It's all thanks to you."

The man chuckled softly, "My darling is so beautiful, of course everyone should see him."

Song Qingjia inexplicably felt that he was like a primary school student who had received something good and couldn't wait to show it off to everyone.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Xu Zhouye, not understanding why, also stopped.

"Lower your head a little," Song Qingjia gestured.

The man still didn't know what she was going to do, but he would do whatever his girlfriend told him to do; that was his principle.

Xu Zhouye lowered his head slightly towards her: "You lowered it, and then what?"

Song Qingjia patted his head and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Didn't you say before that you were my dog?"

Xu Zhouye: "Yes, that's me."

"Then call out in front of everyone."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow, thinking he would be embarrassed? Well, she was wrong. What was there for him not to call out to?

He curled his lips into a smile and slowly uttered a "Woof."

click-

The image was frozen in time.

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Song Qingjia returned to the hotel and took a shower first.

Xu Zhouye shamelessly squeezed in, insisting on coming along, saying it would save time.

Song Qingjia ignored him and continued washing herself.

Xu Zhouye: "My hands are sore, can you wash them for me?"

Song Qingjia glanced at him: "You're driving an F1 car, not a hand tractor."

But someone's hands were very restless, roaming over her body. It looked like he was helping her apply shower gel, but he was actually taking advantage of her.

And they were quite self-righteous about it.

Song Qingjia, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his hand: "Can you please calm down? We'll be late for the banquet later."

Following the Monaco Grand Prix, there is a tradition that the winning driver and key team members are usually invited to the Prince's Palace in Monaco for an official dinner hosted by Prince Albert II.

Xu Zhouye looked innocent: "I didn't do anything."

Song Qingjia lowered her head, and his hand was covering her softness.

This is called doing nothing.

Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed his lower abdomen, warning him, "If you touch me again, watch out..."

Xu Zhouye let out a muffled groan, his eyes instantly darkening, his Adam's apple bobbing. He covered her hand with his, his voice low and husky: "Move again?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

She squeezed it; it felt hot to the touch and quite firm.

"Are you a teddy bear? Always in heat?" she asked with obvious disdain.

Although she said that, she resignedly tried to comfort him. They were in such a state that neither of them could leave the house without her help.

An hour later, the two finally finished getting ready.

Song Qingjia changed into a black dress with long sleeves, a fitted waist, and a neckline that ended just at her collarbone—neither too formal nor too casual.

Xu Zhouye was wearing a dark gray suit without a tie. The collar was slightly open, and half of his wrist was exposed from the cuffs. The red string she had given him was still tied around his wrist.

Halfway through the drive, Song Qingjia suddenly turned to look at him.

Xu Zhouye didn't turn around, but he immediately noticed her gaze: "What's wrong?"

"Where is your aunt?"

She hasn't seen Jiang Yunsheng since the awards ceremony ended.

Xu Zhouye said casually, "He went to the airport. If we don't go back to Jingzhou soon, my dad will have to come and arrest us himself."

Song Qingjia never imagined that this was the reason.

"...My uncle and aunt have a really good relationship."

"Hmm." He glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "We can be better than them."

Song Qingjia gave a soft snort.

She turned to look out the window. It was already getting dark, and a gentle breeze was blowing, lifting her hair.

Suddenly, she remembered that long ago, all her imagination about marriage consisted of Cheng Yizhen and that empty house.

Now, she suddenly realizes that not all marriages become unbearable.

so good.

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." She didn't turn around; her voice was carried away by the wind and was somewhat indistinct.

"Nothing is something."

Song Qingjia choked and turned to look at him. One streetlamp after another slid past the car window, cutting his profile into alternating segments of light and shadow.

"I'm wondering, how did your uncle and aunt manage to do that?"

"What should be done?"

"After all these years together, your relationship is still so good?"

Xu Zhouye glanced at her, reached out and shook her hand, his tone no longer nonchalant.

He said, "Nothing special, it's just that neither of them left." After a pause, he added, "I won't leave either."

Song Qingjia smiled gently.

"You promise?"

"I promise," he replied firmly.

Song Qingjia fell silent again and turned to look at the street scene outside the window.

The car came to a stop in the square in front of the palace, and a uniformed attendant came forward to open the car door.

Just as they were about to get off the bus, Song Qingjia suddenly spoke again.

"Xu Zhouye".

"Um?"

"If one day you stop liking me, you must tell me, and I will let you go." Song Qingjia's eyes were very serious.

Xu Zhouye stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed softly.

He pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

"All my promises were for nothing."

He stepped back slightly, looked into her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I swear, I will never dislike you, never."

Song Qingjia's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked into his eyes.

His dark pupils were filled with himself.

"you……"

She was about to speak when the man interrupted her again. A slight smile played on his lips, and his next words completely dispelled any remaining tension.

"If I break this rule, I'll be punished by driving a tractor every year and never being able to enter the points zone."

Song Qingjia couldn't help but burst out laughing.