Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

The group of people followed the staff member into a special channel, passed through the security check quickly, and almost bypassed half of the airport terminal before boarding a shuttle bus.

"Guide Ying, what plane did you arrange for us?"

The temperature outside was less than five degrees, Zhang Yunchen was lazy and didn't bring out thick clothes just now, but now his teeth were chattering from the cold.

Ying Feng was confused and gave him a look of "I don't know what's going on".

He poked Zheng Qi next to him again: "Brother Qi, what do you think is going on?"

Zheng Qi glanced at him speechlessly: "Do you still remember what Sister Qing said when we were in Qinglian's Fortune Building?"

"Huh?" Zhang Yunchen tried to recall the scene at that time, "Oh, the best season for crayfish is early summer!"

"You silly son, you only know how to eat!" Lin Qianqian knocked on his forehead from behind, "What else do you remember besides eating?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yunchen wanted to cry but had no tears, "What else?"

Cheng Hui snickered while watching, and motioned him to look at Fu Xingyun with his eyes.

Fu Xingyun and Shen Mochen were standing in the corner of the ferry, quietly stuffing his brother's hand into his pocket.

Zhang Yunchen turned his head quickly: "It's knocked, it's knocked!"

Lin Qianqian withdrew her aunt's smile and looked up at the roof of the car in despair: "Forget it, it's hopeless."

"Oh," Zheng Qi had no choice but to point it out, "Sister Qing said that day that Xingyun is the young master of the Fu family."

"Ah, so?"

Lin Qianqian couldn't wait to knock again, and answered angrily: "So, the domineering president is here, do you think he will let your Brother Chen spend a night at the airport?"

That being said, when a group of people were thrown in an open space and the lights of the shuttle gradually faded away, everyone was still a little nervous.

"Xingyun," Shen Mochen looked at Fu Xingyun who had been sticking to him and refused to move, "What plane are you looking for?"

Fu Xingyun smiled: "A small plane can't hold many people."

Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows: "If you can't sit down, hang a rope and throw you behind the plane to fly a kite?"

Fu Xingyun bent down slightly, and put his lips close to Shen Mochen's ear: "I'll go if you go, I'll hold you and fly a kite together!"

When he spoke, he was too close, his lips almost touched the hairs on the pinna, Shen Mochen felt a tingling sensation stretching straight to his heart, and the blood rushed to the tips of his ears.

He turned his head and whispered: "Who wants to fly the kite with you?" He raised his foot as if to kick him.

Fu Xingyun hid to the side, and the two of them switched positions immediately.

The cold wind of Fez's winter blew on his face, making Shen Mochen shiver from the cold.

"Brother, I was wrong, don't kick me!" Fu Xingyun stood up again flatteringly, grabbed Shen Mochen's shoulder, and turned him in a different direction.

The cold wind was blocked by the boy's body, and Shen Mochen felt warm immediately.

"You..." He went to grab Fu Xingyun's hand, "Aren't you cold?"

Fu Xingyun put his hands behind his back and refused to pull him.

Just as they were entangled, suddenly, there seemed to be faint thunder in the air.

"No way!" Zhang Yunchen wailed, "It won't be raining, right? There's no place to hide here!"

The thunder grew louder and closer.

A bright light shone over, and everyone squinted and looked up.

Not thunder.

A large red and white helicopter, like the sun god's chariot, came through the clouds with strong light and roaring engines.

A gust of wind blew up between heaven and earth, and the hair of the guests was blown and danced.

Ying Feng's program team, especially Ji Lin, has been live broadcasting with a tenacious spirit. It's still early in the morning in China, but the live broadcast room has already exploded.

[Fuck, what is that? 】

[I must have gotten up too early and opened the wrong live broadcast room. Is this the trailer of a blockbuster movie? 】

[That is... a helicopter?Why so big? 】

[Uh, has the Nth World War started? 】

[Hahaha, let me popularize the science, this is the S-92A helicopter, known as the "BMW in the Air".It can hold about 20 passengers, and it is mostly used for passenger transportation, cargo, air ambulance, search and rescue, etc.The market price is about 1300 million US dollars, which is about 1 million RM coins. 】【1】

【Ah, just now Xing Xing said he went out and made a phone call to find the plane? 】

[Don't tell me this is the special plane that Xing Xing called to pick up the program group! 】

[No, this is a special plane transferred by Xingxing to pick up Brother Chen, the program group is just incidental! 】

【I can't even refute...】

【Stimulated continuously within a day, I feel that I can no longer look directly at the word local tyrant. 】

[This is not a local tyrant, but a real rich family...]

The guests boarded the helicopter one after another. Zhang Qinqin happily found a place to sit down, and happily whispered to Lin Qianqian's assistant, Qi Jing: "Are we also taking a private jet?"

"Hmm," Qi Jing's eyes were also shining.

Just when the crew came out to check everyone's seat belts, Qi Jing's English was pretty good, she quietly pulled the young lady and asked, "Who is the owner of this plane?"

The flight attendant smiled softly: "This S92A is the private property of a certain royal family in Morocco. Miss, what would you like to drink?"

Qi Jing replied in a daze, "Orange juice, thank you!" Then she looked at Zhang Qinqin as if she was sleepwalking.

Zhang Qinqin has already closed his eyes: "Don't talk to me, let me feel the aura of the royal family more!"

It is about 3500 kilometers from Fez to Jeddah, and the S92A takes about 10 hours to fly.The stewardess brought snacks and drinks to everyone, and distributed the blankets after the program crew had enough to eat and drink.

Fu Xingyun spent the day climbing and skiing, and it was freezing in the middle of the night. After dinner, he began to feel groggy.

Shen Mochen unfolded the blanket and gently laid it on him.

Fu Xingyun adjusted his posture, quietly moved closer to the position between the two, and after a while, moved closer again.

Shen Mochen stretched out a hand, and patted him twice: "Sleep, don't move around."

Fu Xingyun barely opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, and hugged Shen Mochen's arms.

The boy's face was full of exhaustion, but he kept smiling contentedly.

Shen Mochen gently pulled out his arm.

"Huh?" The boy immediately reached out to fish for it, but found nothing.Already exhausted to the extreme, but he still tried his best to open his eyes and look at the people around him, his eyes were full of puzzlement and grievance.

Shen Mochen sighed in his heart, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and let him lean on his shoulders comfortably.

The corners of the young man's mouth slightly curled up, he gently rubbed his cheek against Shen Mochen's shoulder, and said softly, "Brother, I'm so happy today!"

"Okay," Shen Mochen said in a doting voice, "quickly sleep!"

"Well," Fu Xingyun found the most comfortable position, his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear him, "Good night, brother!"

"OK, good night."

It was almost noon, and the plane was about to reach their destination - Jeddah.

"Ah, it's by the sea! The beach is so beautiful!" The guests looked down from the plane. Beside the blue sea, Jeddah Port was like a pearl by the sea, shining charmingly in their eyes.

The gentle voice of the flight attendant sounded: "Jeddah is the second largest city in Saudi Arabia and the economic center of Saudi Arabia. It is one of the richest cities in the Middle East and West Asia. Since Jeddah is located on the shore of the Red Sea, it is known as "" Bride of the Red Sea". 【2】

"Xingxing, do we have time to play in Jeddah?" Zhang Yunchen, who was sitting in the back row, crossed the back of Fu Xingyun's chair with his long hands and grabbed his hair.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed a hand.

Shen Mochen let him pull his hand on the back of the chair, turned around and let out a soft "shh".

"It's okay bro, I'm already awake."

Fu Xingyun lifted the blanket and rubbed his eyes.

He was already white, but this time he slept for a long time, his face was flushed with sleep, and his hair was messed up by him, but it was like a deliberate shape, with a messy beauty.

The flight attendant standing in front of him couldn't help but blushed.

"Brother, are we here yet?" Fu Xingyun stroked his hair twice.

"Well, it's almost there." Shen Mochen helped him push down the unruly hair on the back of his head, "I haven't said landing yet, so sleep for a while?"

Fu Xingyun rubbed against his hand habitually, and closed his eyes for a while before fully waking up.

The beautiful flight attendant came over, and with a little apprehension, she bent slightly in front of Fu Xingyun: "Mr. Fu, are you satisfied with our service?"

Fu Xingyun responded with a smile: "It is the best service I have ever experienced."

The stewardess obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile brightened a lot: "Your Highness asked, are you still considering his entry into your convoy?"

Fu Xingyun raised his eyes: "He's already here?"

"His Royal Highness made preparations in Jeddah half a month ago."

Fu Xingyun glanced at Shen Mochen quietly, and frowned: "He has his own motorcade, why must he stay with us?"

The beauty smiled awkwardly: "He... likes to make friends."

Hearing this reason, Fu Xingyun laughed: "Okay, let's be together this year."

The stewardess went down happily.

Seeing that Shen Mochen remained silent, Fu Xingyun quickly posted over to explain: "Brother, don't misunderstand, her highness is from the royal family of Morocco. I met him in the Dakar race before. I didn't know each other. When I found out that the car was no match, I desperately wanted to join. My convoy. This guy is a bit... well, self-righteous, don't worry about it!"

Shen Mochen came back to his senses, and after hearing this, he felt a little strange: "Isn't this good? The friend you made helped us so much."

After getting off the special plane, Shen Mochen knew what Fu Xingyun meant.

On the edge of the special apron, a row of black stretched limousines was parked. A young man about [-] or [-] years old, wearing a traditional Moroccan costume, galloped along the red carpet on the ground.

"NEBULA, you're finally here!" The little prince was out of breath, "It's so late, I thought you wouldn't come this year."

Fu Xingyun had a headache: "Dakar has competitions every year, and I don't participate every year. Is your school on holiday? Why are you here so early?"

"Focus on me going to school again!" The young boy was a little annoyed, and glanced at the person behind him, "Feisan, tell him."

Behind him was a tall attendant, who bowed slightly after hearing the words: "Prince Haller asked for leave this year after completing the courses of this semester ahead of schedule, and brought a tutor with him. But it didn’t delay my studies at all.”

"Hmph!" Haller turned his head angrily.

The guests all watched this scene with fresh eyes.

Probably because of the age difference, Fu Xingyun always existed like a little brother in front of the guests, and now there was a guy who was about his age, and everyone realized that, in fact, compared with his peers, the young master of the Fu family was already It's mature enough.

Fu Xingyun stretched out his hand and patted Haller's shoulder: "Okay, you should be happy if you did a good job. You see the sun is so big today. If you are angry, you will be burned by the sun!"

"I hate it!" The little prince turned his head back, looking at the people who were holding back their laughter, "NEBULA, won't you introduce your friends to me?"

Fu Xingyun did not answer this question, but instead looked at the attendants behind Haller: "Fei San, this is a live broadcast, can Your Highness be photographed?"

Fei San was a little hesitant, but Haller himself said, "What can't be filmed? The departure ceremony will be broadcast live globally in two days!"

Originally facing the royal family, Ying Feng was still a little trembling, fearing that the other party would introduce a secrecy law or something, and his hard work would be in vain.Hearing what he said, he was immediately relieved, and boldly directed the photographers to start working.

Fu Xingyun introduced the guests to Haller. To everyone's surprise, the little prince had no interest in the beautiful and delicate Lin Qianqian, but his eyes lit up when he saw Cheng Hui.

The group got into the car arranged by Prince Halle, and Fu Xingyun had the opportunity to tell Shen Mochen the story of the little prince.

"Halle is actually a branch of the Moroccan royal family. Because of his grandfather's military exploits, he has always been appreciated by the royal family. He has been spoiled since he was a child. He especially likes cars, especially cross-country rally races like Dakar. Three years ago, he faked his identity and skipped school. , secretly ran out to participate in the competition, ran to the rest day and was really unable to hold on and fell ill. I found out and sent him back by force, and he has been eyeing me since then..."

"From then on, because of your various achievements in the limit world, I became your follower?" Shen Mochen added.

"Basically, how did my brother guess that?" Fu Xingyun opened his eyes wide with interest.

"Don't you think..." Shen Mochen hesitated before speaking, "Is it similar to how we met?"

Fu Xingyun turned his head to look out the window, and the car fell silent for a while.

Shen Mochen sighed in his heart.

I have to admit that Fu Xingyun's sensitivity was beyond his expectation.

He was always afraid that the young man was too enthusiastic and impulsive, and the so-called pursuit and determination were just a momentary infatuation.If it is destined to end in the future, it is better to stay in this less affectionate stage now, so that we will be sad for each other.

Therefore, he will always remind himself intentionally or unintentionally, remember to pull away at any time.

This kind of mentality made him shrink back. Others couldn't see it, but Fu Xingyun could feel it.

Looking at the date palm trees passing by outside the window, the boy fell to the side and leaned on Shen Mochen's shoulder.

"Brother," he closed his eyes, "you said, never give up on me."

"I know you think I'm immature," he looked up at Shen Mochen, "but I'm not Halle, you can't judge me by his mind and behavior."

"I'm not one of your younger brothers," his eyes flashed, "I'm Fu Xingyun."

Haller took the program team to the hotel where the contestants were staying, and the rest of the Fu Xingyun team had already arrived.

Zhang Yunchen became excited as soon as he arrived at the place: "Where's the car? Where's the car? Let me see the car."

The team leader stood in front of the hotel, saw Fu Xingyun getting off the car, and immediately came up to meet him.

"NEBULA, the vehicle is ready, do you want to have a look?"

Fu Xingyun turned around and greeted Zhang Yunchen: "Come on, let's go and see the car!"

Arabs love cars. As an international metropolis, Jeddah has served as the starting and ending point of the Dakar Rally for two consecutive years. Of course, it is very friendly to the team.

The organizing committee directly allocated the huge parking lot of the Jeddah Stadium to the teams.

All kinds of racing cars were neatly placed on the fan-shaped parking lot centered on the gymnasium. Under the scorching sun, all kinds of cars glistened.

The vehicles of the Dakar Rally are divided into five categories - racing cars, lightweight cars, motorcycles, quad bikes and trucks.

Fu Xingyun's team is mainly racing cars and motorcycles.

Unexpectedly, the Cheng brothers and sisters chose motorcycles.

When Cheng Hui put on the helmet, leaned over and drove the motorcycle to the maximum speed, and when a cloud of yellow smoke rose on the sand, Haller's eyes were straightened.

"NEBULA, I want to ride a motorcycle too!!!"

Fu Xingyun was afraid of this childish ghost, and he spread his hands at him: "Bring the motorcycle license!"

Haller was taken aback for a moment, Fei San had already handed over all his documents.

"No!" Fu Xingyun flatly refused, "Motorcyclists must hold a professional driver's license issued by the International Motorcycle Commission, you are not qualified!"

Haller's face fell instantly.

Most of the other guests chose cars.

Zheng Qi and Nie Yongjun are in a team. Brother Yong worked as an information soldier when he was in the army and became Zheng Qi's navigator.

Zhang Yunchen spoke excitedly, but when it really made him drive, he was scared and said that he wanted to be a navigator.

Lin Qianqian glared: "Can you understand electronic road books? If you are the navigator, you will take the drivers into the ditch, right?"

Zhang Yunchen struggled for a long time, and at the end, Lin Qianqian said righteously: "Forget it, my sister will be your navigator. Anyway, we are both rookies, and it is estimated that we can finish a stage as an achievement. Let's not harm other people's professions." navigator and driver."

Fu Xingyun looked back at Shen Mochen: "Brother, are you coming?"

It's been a while since I've driven a car, and I've never really gone wild in a rally like this, so it's a bit itchy.

He raised his eyes: "Haven't you always been a driver before?"

Fu Xingyun smiled: "Fairy Lin is quite right. We still need someone with experience to be the navigator. Of the two of us, I should be the only one who can do it."

After finishing speaking, he quietly added: "Look, I'm not that immature, am I?"

Shen Mochen looked at him and smiled, this guy really holds a grudge!

"Brother, come!"

Fu Xingyun led Shen Mochen to a Mitsubishi racing car. The body had already been painted in Shen Mochen's cheering color, and even the racing uniform he would wear in two days was the same color.

After starting the racing car, Shen Mochen glanced at the young man beside him, and silently recalled the glimpse he had on the abandoned driveway in Qinglian North.

Still so delicate and handsome, but no longer hollow and indifferent, Fu Xingyun has more life and vitality.

The racing car raised yellow sand, and the speed brought pleasure. For the first time, Shen Mochen stopped thinking about it and devoted himself to the current action.

People who love cars can't stop once they get in the car, Fu Xingyun simply complied with Zhang Yunchen's request, and the group drove to the Gobi on the outskirts of the city, and spent most of the afternoon before returning to the hotel.

At this time, Zhang Yunchen discovered the problem.

At that time, everyone wanted to go to Jeddah to celebrate the new year, but he realized that although Jeddah was lively, there was no special New Year atmosphere.

"Aren't they all celebrating the new year?" Zhang Yunchen stood at the door of the hotel, looking at the still crowded traffic after dark, scratching his hair strangely.

The doorman seemed to be used to the questions from these foreign guests, and he explained familiarly: "Our new year this year is on August 8th of yours, and we have already celebrated it, and the next new year will be on July 10th, which is still early! "【7】

"Ah?" Zhang Yunchen grabbed Fu Xingyun, "Really?"

"Well," Fu Xingyun nodded, "Saudi Arabia is an Islamic country. Their New Year is the same as our Chinese New Year, but they are not interested in other Gregorian holidays."

"Then why are we here?"

Fu Xingyun smiled: "Didn't you come here after making a fuss?"

"Then you agreed too? You know that's the case, why didn't you stop me?" Baby Chenchen felt aggrieved.

Fu Xingyun said something in a low voice, Zhang Yunchen's eyes widened: "I, I..."

He said "I" a few times and was speechless, so he turned around and went back to the room.

Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows, what did Fu Xingyun say, can he make the talkative Zhang Yunchen speechless?

The phone ding-dong beeped, it was the notification tone of Weibo.

He lowered his head and opened Weibo, sure enough, Zhang Yunchen just tweeted him.

[Zhang Yunchen V: I was in Saudi Arabia, only to know that they don't celebrate New Year's Day, so aggrieved! !What's even more aggrieved is that someone forced me to eat dog food! ! ! [Thumping the table] [crying loudly] I don't care about them anymore! @沉露气[email protected] Pai Xiaoxing V]

Shen Mochen raised his eyes, looked at Fu Xingyun who had just walked by his side, and handed him the phone: "What did you just say? You made Yun Chen so broken?"

Fu Xingyun looked at the news and laughed for a long time, then blinked and said in a low voice: "I said, my brother is enough, which day is not the Chinese New Year?"

It was already early in the morning of New Year's Day when domestic netizens received the news, and mother fans came to comfort their son one after another:

[Chenchen, good boy, we don't play with bad kids! 】

[It's okay, let's celebrate the Lunar New Year together when we come back! 】

[We will also celebrate the new year every day in the future, don't be angry! 】

And car fans began to discuss the topic of the Dakar Rally enthusiastically, and major video sites began to broadcast the rally videos of previous years.

[The conditions are so difficult, I feel that these guests can't last for a few days! 】

[It's just a money-burning competition. In fact, on average, the completion rate of the whole process in the past 30 years is less than [-]%...]

【Haha, I want to see how many stages they can open. 】

Zhang Yunchen woke up the next morning still annoyed, but after Fu Xingyun introduced him two particularly delicious Arabic desserts, and promised him that he could play racing all day today, Chen Baobao proudly said that the past can be forgotten , and then cheerfully went to practice driving.

On January 1, the Dakar Rally officially kicked off.

Stage 1A is only 19 kilometers away, starting from Jeddah and heading northeast to Hail.This short stage will determine the starting position in stage 1B of the next day based on the results of the players.

Haller was driving the racing car, and when he saw Cheng Hui wearing a race suit and helmet, riding a roaring motorcycle, he almost ignored the signal and forced to be side by side with her.

Fortunately, all the guests successfully completed the warm-up stage, because they did not need to consider the results, and everyone was very relaxed.

Before getting off the car, Zhang Yunchen deliberately took his navigator Lin Qianqian to take a group photo with him.

"Why are you so eager to take a group photo so early?" Cheng Lin asked them.

Lin Qianqian burst out laughing: "Probably because I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the end of the stage tomorrow!"

On January 1rd, the real challenge has just begun!

The author has something to say:

I don’t know how to write boring schedules, it’s still the sweet love between Brother Chen and Xing Xing

【1】S92A helicopter data comes from Baidu

【2】The city introduction of Jeddah comes from Baidu

【3】Saudi New Year dates refer to 2021 and 2022, from Baidu

The Prince of Morocco in this chapter is fictionalized by the author and not based on anyone.

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