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

Chapter 12: He's Good

Chapter 12: He's Good

Xu Xizhou sat in the black Bentley, looked at Zhuang's father in the co-pilot, and looked at the man beside him.

He was really blind just now, and he didn't even notice the green eyes of Zhuang's father who were exactly the same as Zhuang Jingchun's. He also misunderstood him as an ordinary employee. on site.

"Xiaozhou, can I call you that?" The man in the passenger seat suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Don't be nervous, coming here is like coming to your own home. I can't speak Chinese well, so I can only communicate with you in English, don't mind."

"You are too serious. I came all the way here and caused you trouble."

"I heard from Jing Chun that you signed a contract with Lightning, congratulations."

Father Zhuang was also a racing fan. He talked about racing cars with Xu Xizhou endlessly. Before getting off the car, the two were still talking about the interesting things in the paddock.

For dinner, Zhuang Jingchun's father personally cooks authentic French food, including baked snails, creamy pasta, pan-fried foie gras, oyster soup, and French soufflé.

Looking at a table of dishes with all the colors and flavors, Xu Xizhou was amazed.

"Aren't you the auntie you chased by your good cooking skills?" Xu Xizhou joked during the banquet.

"My wife really likes the dishes I cook, but I'm usually too busy and rarely cook. In fact, my wife's craftsmanship is better than me. You should try it next time."

Zhuang Jingchun's father thought of something, and smiled again, "Or you can let Jingchun cook it for you. He has learned authentic French cuisine from me."

The person named by his father elegantly ate the foie gras on the plate without moving his eyelids.

Xu Xizhou looked at his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and couldn't help poking his arm secretly.

"Master Zhuang, do you hear me? Let me try your craftsmanship next time."

"Wait until you get on the podium." Zhuang Jingchun said casually.

Xu Xizhou made a cut, rolled up the pasta on the plate, and shoved it into his mouth.

Because Zhuang Jingchun's father came home temporarily, the Mexican maid didn't have time to clean up the new bedroom. At night, Xu Xizhou had to live in the second bedroom with Zhuang Jingchun.

He is very self-aware. As soon as he enters the door, he finds the bedding and blankets from the closet and spreads them on the ground.

Zhuang Jingchun sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at him while reading. Xu Xizhou obediently sat cross-legged on the blanket and was playing a mobile game. He didn't look uncomfortable at all.

Zhuang Jingchun closed the book in her hand, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After playing games for a while, Xu Xizhou suddenly found that the room was a little too quiet. He looked up and saw that there was no one on the bed, only the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

When he was having a headache how to get along with Zhuang Jingchun at night, a WeChat message suddenly popped up.

"Have you used the thing I gave you last time?"