The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

This absurd idea flashed through Xu Xizhou's mind.

Soon he realized what he was thinking and looked away guiltily.

Is he crazy?How could you stare so hard at a man's lips?

"It's too cold here, let's go back to the hotel."

Xu Xizhou broke away from his embrace somewhat unnaturally.

Zhuang Jingchun glanced at him thoughtfully, put on her coat, and bowed slightly.

Xu Xizhou booked a B&B by the sea, with white exterior walls, dark blue roofs, and green plants on the balcony. The landlord even raised a big fat orange cat on the first floor.

In order to save money, he booked a standard room.When he opened the door, he said nervously, "If you don't want to live with me, you can—"

"Don't bother, that's it."

Zhuang Jingchun pushed the suitcase in, bent down and started packing.

Xu Xizhou went to the balcony to watch the night view for a while, then teased the orange cat on the balcony on the first floor, and returned to the room contentedly.

As soon as he sat down, he heard the sound of splashing water, and when he turned his eyes, his face suddenly became a little stiff.

He didn't pay attention when he came in, but now he realizes that the bathroom door is made of frosted glass, and the figure of the person inside can be faintly seen.

Thinking of Zhuang Jingchun taking off his clothes and taking a bath inside, Xu Xizhou's face became inexplicably hot. He quickly turned on the TV and tried his best to divert his attention.

It must be that the heater in the house is too hot.Xu Xizhou opened the window and held the remote control in his hand, but he didn't watch the programs on the TV at all.He was distracted, thinking of the softness he touched when he turned his face on the beach at sunset.

Stop it, you are just a contract relationship, you must not have any unreasonable thoughts about that guy!

Don't be fooled by his beauty!

The bathroom door was opened, and Zhuang Jingchun came out in the mist, wearing a nightgown.The dark blue silk nightgown was loosely wrapped around his body, making his fair skin and bright red lips even more apparent.

And the man's watery green eyes, under the warm yellow light, looked like emeralds soaked in honey, with an irresistible attraction.

Xu Xizhou took his eyes off his face with difficulty, took a sip of the mineral water on the table.

"Don't you wash? There's sand all over your body."

Zhuang Jingchun sat on the other side and began to brush her hair.

Xu Xizhou stayed for a few seconds before reacting, grabbed his pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.

There is still heat and steam in the narrow bathroom, mixed with a faint fragrance of cologne, which is the smell of Zhuang Jingchun's body.

Xu Xizhou unscrewed the shower, and the water rushed down, but he felt his face became hotter.

He hurriedly took a battle shower, before he had time to blow his hair, and got into bed.

Zhuang Jingchun was leaning against the head of the bed with a copy of "Butterfly Dream" on his lap. He took off his glasses and glanced at Xu Xizhou.

"Why don't you blow your hair?"

"I didn't find the hair dryer..." Xu Xizhou didn't dare to meet his gaze.

"in my side."

Zhuang Jingchun sat up, took the hair dryer, and bent down to hand it to him. The bathrobe on his body was already loose, so when he bent down, Xu Xizhou could see clearly below the collarbone.

Zhuang Jingchun looked thin, but Xu Xizhou did not expect that he had beautiful and smooth abdominal muscles. Obviously, the hidden strength of this body should not be underestimated.

Xu Xizhou took the hair dryer, turned his face hastily, got out of bed and went to the balcony.

Zhuang Jingchun watched him sitting at the balcony door blowing his hair, chuckled, opened the book in his hand again, and read it with great interest.

The next morning, when Zhuang Jingchun woke up, she was surprised to find that he was alone in the room.When he was wondering, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn coming from downstairs.

When I walked to the balcony, I saw that it was Xu Xizhou who was riding on a small electric donkey, looking up and waving at him enthusiastically.

"Where did it come from?"

After going downstairs, Zhuang Jingchun folded her arms and looked at him suspiciously.

"I borrowed it from the landlord. There are all small roads here. It's not convenient to drive, but it's just right to ride an electric car."

With a smile on his face, Xu Xizhou handed him the helmet and patted his back seat.

"Come up."

Zhuang Jingchun held the helmet in her hand and looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing his hesitation, Xu Xizhou frowned slightly, "Why, are you worried about my driving skills? Or is it because Young Master Zhuang feels ashamed to sit on this little electric donkey?"

Zhuang Jingchun's lips moved, "Is there only one car?"

"I borrowed this one with great difficulty. If you don't get in the car, I'll leave first, and I have to go to the gallery."

"and many more."

Zhuang Jingchun put on the helmet and sat in his back seat reluctantly.

He is almost 30 years old, sitting in the back seat of a kid, he always feels a little hurt to his self-esteem...

Zhuang Jingchun hung her hands stiffly, trying to maintain her balance.

Xu Xizhou wore a dark green coat today, with a beige shirt underneath. The seaside wind rolled up the hem of his shirt, revealing a thin waistline.

Zhuang Jingchun subconsciously pinched his shirt and pressed the hem.

Xu Xizhou was driving to the corner, when a bicycle came in front, and a little girl of a few years old was riding on it, probably because of nervousness, she was riding crookedly, Xu Xizhou was afraid of bumping into her, and braked suddenly.

Suddenly, Zhuang Jingchun hugged his waist reflexively.

Seeing the little girl smiling sweetly at him and riding to the other side, Xu Xizhou let out a soft breath.

"Is this your driving skill?"

A mocking voice came from behind his ears. Even through the helmet, Xu Xizhou could still imagine Zhuang Jingchun's expression at this moment.

He was about to go back, but found that his waist was imprisoned by something. He looked down and saw that two white and slender hands were tightly clasping his waist.

Tch, this guy mocked him with his mouth, but his body was quite honest.

Xu Xizhou's mood improved inexplicably, he hummed a song, speeded up, and drove forward.

After breakfast, the two went to the most famous art gallery in the town.

This gallery exhibits the works of some pioneer painters in various styles and magnificent colors.

When Xu Xizhou wandered into the innermost room, he was suddenly attracted by a painting.

Among the many brightly colored paintings, this cool-toned painting stands out.The background of the painting is a dark forest. A mother is sitting under a tree, crying with her baby in her arms. All the characters are distorted and grotesque, giving people a heavy and sad feeling.

Xu Xizhou instantly remembered the dream he had.For some reason, looking at the painting, he seemed to be able to feel the mother's despair.

Coincidentally, the author of this painting is also a Chinese.

Zhuang Jingchun found that he had been staring at the painting, with a worried expression on his face.

When he got out of the gallery, he finally couldn't help it, and looked at Xu Xizhou tentatively.

"Have you... ever thought about finding your biological parents?"