High Society [Part I]

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Shen Dongzhi didn't reply, she also had a temper, he left without saying a word, and now he wants to invite her to dinner with a word?

She didn't go.

Zhou Xiyao did not force her, nor did he call to offend her, which made Shen Dongzhi a little comfortable, and he didn't think that he was quite interesting.

Then when she returned to Xishan Villa at night, she saw Zhou Xiyao.

He leaned against the car and quietly looked in her direction.

Shen Dongzhi walked in front of him, his tone apologetic.

"Sorry for walking too quickly to tell you" 

Since he came over in person, Shen Dongzhi was not a hypocritical person, and in terms of the relationship between the two, Zhou Xiyao was indeed not obliged to report his whereabouts to her.

"Been waiting for a long time? Do you want to go in and sit?" 

The two entered the living room on the first floor, Tang Weijun had not yet returned, it should have been a night run, Shen Dongzhi poured a glass of water for Zhou Xiyao, and handed him a black gift box.

Zhou Xiyao was a little surprised

"Send me?"

Shen Dongzhi nodded, yes, he should have given it to him when he returned from Bowang.

"Thank you"

Opening the box, Zhou Xiyao brought the bracelet, it turned out that Shen Dongzhi's vision was good, he was very good-looking, white gold color, tough with nobility.

The atmosphere fell silent, and Zhou Xiyao went around to sit next to Shen Dongzhi.

"Still angry?"

Shen Dongzhi shook her head, how could she be so angry, she just felt bored.

Sensing her emotions, Zhou Xiyao frowned and thought about it.

"Do you want to hang out?"

"Where to?

"Racing, go?"

*

An hour later, Zhou Xiyao took Shen Dongzhi to the TIS Circuit, where he deposited a supercar that could not be used on the road.

The garage next to the track opened, and Shen Dongzhi saw its full appearance.

A pure black Koenigsek.

Very beautiful, very ostentatious, some not like Zhou Xiyao's style.

Sure enough, even if gentle as Zhou Xiyao is also a man, he cannot escape the hobby of superrunning.

Looking at the track in front of him, Shen Dongzhi's gaze fell on Zhou Xiyao's hand holding the steering wheel, with distinct bones, slender and beautiful.

Especially wearing the bracelet she gave her.

"You don't like racing, just to vent, right?" 

Shen Dongzhi is right, Zhou Xiyao really does not love supercars, but just enjoys the speed and sense of power brought by supercars.

It turns out that Shen Dongzhi also enjoyed it, and the second the car rushed out, she seemed to see another side of Zhou Xiyao.

A kind of harshness wrapped in mildness. And...... Lonely.

The racing car he said was himself and himself, and Shen Dongzhi guessed that every time he came he was picking no one like now.

At one o'clock in the morning, the overheight searchlight illuminated the wide uninhabited circular racetrack, and a black supercar stopped in the shadows.