Racers become the canaries of the bosses

No. 69 "Race Rose"

Everyone said that Xing Yue might not have been bewitched.

Originally, he was known in the circle to be noble, aloof and self-disciplined, but now he was so angry that Mr. Xing was admitted to the hospital because of a wild flower that was kept outside.

It is still a "male wild flower".

Even Sheng Chuan, Xing Yue's special assistant, wondered what his boss was thinking, that he didn't even want the family property for the sake of the canary?

Today is the day when the old man of the Xing family will be buried. Xing Yue asked him to come to Jinjiang Inn to pick up the person, the little love who was hidden by the boss in Italy for two years. He just got off the plane in the middle of the night yesterday and couldn't rest for a few hours. You have to catch up with your schedule.

Sheng Chuan was already waiting in the car at six o'clock in the morning.

There is very little snow in Shencheng in February, and there is a drizzle outside, but the cold air can ignore the physical defense and get into the bones, making people shiver, but the space inside the car is so warm that you don't need to wear a coat.

Button, the window was tapped twice.

people are coming...

"Sorry, wait a minute." Sheng Chuan opened the door and got out of the car, the cold wind came in instantly, he couldn't help tightening his shoulders, hurriedly took the suitcase from the man's hand and opened the rear door.

The boy standing aside without an umbrella is not tall, but his body proportions are excellent. He only wears a pure white turtleneck sweater under a light coffee-colored cashmere coat, and his legs wrapped in thin jeans are long and straight.

"Thank you." The voice was clear and sweet.

Before Sheng Chuan noticed his face, the man had already got into the car.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make any preparations beforehand." Sheng Chuan put the suitcase away and sat back in the car. While adjusting the seat, he looked at the little wild flower in the rear seat through the rearview mirror.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his eyes, he froze.

She looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with a palm-sized face, skin as white as new snow, long and thin eyelashes like two small feather fans, overly delicate and beautiful but not lacking in youthful handsomeness, brow bone, nose bridge, jaw...

Every line is superior as a gift from God, and this bone phase is the ultimate unification of Eastern and Western aesthetics.

Mixed race?

No wonder the hair is tawny, and the eyes are a little lighter, like amber.

The little beauty in the mirror was sitting neatly and seemed a little nervous. She didn't look like she was jet-lagged after more than ten hours of tossing around. Instead, she looked out the window with bright eyes.

That lovely person looks like a small snowflake melting in the palm of his hand, giving people a pure and fragile, quiet and gentle feeling.

This face?This temperament?

No wonder the boss hides his beauty in a golden house.

"I'm sorry to trouble you," said the little beauty.

The "thank you" just now was quite standard, but this sentence exposed it.

The speaking speed is slow, and the pronunciation is jerky and weird. It is not difficult to guess that he has been living in Italy before, and he learned Chinese to follow Xing Yue.

"If you're not used to it, you can speak English." Sheng Chuan coughed lightly to cover up his momentary absence.

"No, I want to use Chinese." Even if she refuses, it is comfortable to hear because of the clumsy effort.

The little beauty paused briefly, and then said word by word, "I want to practice Chinese, can I? My name is Chu Lin'an, you can also call me Leon."

"Of course, just call me Sheng Chuan." Sheng Chuan started the car, and his eyes left the rearview mirror.

If you just rely on appearance, no matter how good-looking it is, it is just a vase, and there will always be times when you get tired of looking at it.

With Xing Yue's background, he has been used to seeing all kinds of beautiful and delicate things since he was a child, so it is impossible for him to lose his judgment because of the other party's skin.

You know, Young Master Xing is very self-sufficient, and never plays the trick of taking care of him, but Chu Lin'an, who is sitting in the back seat, can make Xing Yue break the rules for two full years.

Rarely for Sheng Chuan, he became a little curious about the boss's private life.

The light rain gradually stopped, and the sky was still gloomy.It was still early, and the elevated inner ring road was unimpeded.

"It will take another hour to get to the cemetery, you should sleep for a while." Sheng Chuan said.

Just now I received a call from the boss, asking Sheng Chuan to send Chu Lin'an directly to visit the Immortal Mausoleum. His itinerary has changed, and he will take the company's car there later.

Mr. Xing, who has always been in good health, was hospitalized, and it was almost a certainty that Xing Yue would take power. It turned out that the few old-fashioned shareholders couldn't help but waver.

So Xing Yue is very busy now, so busy that Sheng Chuan, the special assistant, can't bear it anymore, so he temporarily asked someone else to take over part of his work, so he has time to pick him up.

But at such a juncture, Xing Yue still insisted on bringing his little lover to the funeral, which shows how favored this little wild flower is.

"No need, brother Sheng Chuan." Xiao Yehua learned quickly, and before chatting with him, he was already secretly correcting his tone, "I'm not sleepy, and I can't fall asleep when I'm excited, because I'll see Mr. Yue soon. "

The boss's itinerary, Sheng Chuan, is well known. Although he travels abroad frequently, he doesn't often go to Italy. Except for a medical project of Qianying Chuangzhi, there is no business there at all.

"Brother Sheng Chuan, can you tell me what Mr. Yue looks like?"

What?never seen it? !

Sheng Chuan stepped hard and stepped on the brake faster.Although the body is very stable, the inertia still pulls the person slightly away from the backrest.

"Is that an offense? Sorry, I, I can't wait."

"It's okay, no offense. It's just that I can't answer your question, after all, my point of view is not objective." Sheng Chuan laughed.

At least there is some cleverness, and the boss commented behind his back that he thinks he has lived long enough.

"Okay." Chu Lin'an was not disappointed, "It's only an hour anyway."

One hour equals 3600 seconds.

long time...

Chu Lin'an felt that she was a little too excited and nervous. Even though hundreds of 24 hours had passed, she was so disappointed when she saw it.

Still don't bother brother Sheng Chuan who is driving.He took out his bluetooth headset and put it on, trying to divert his attention by swiping his phone.

But with a swipe of his finger, he accidentally clicked on the "Memories" that automatically popped up from the phone's photo album.

It is an official live screen recording of a MotoGP race, and the passionate commentary of the two commentators immediately occupied the hearing.

"It's a pity! No. 69 player Leon had a temporary problem with his motorcycle when he was preparing to warm up the tires. According to the news, it seems that the brakes are broken."

In the bird's-eye view of the flight camera, all the drivers at the starting line are ready, the livery of each factory team is cool and distinct, the sound of the engine at low revs and the flag-waving shouts in the audience are integrated into one piece.

"Yes, No. 69 Leon is the new player signed by the YAMAHA factory team this year, but he is the strongest dark horse from moto3 all the way to the high-level competition. He is only 17 years old this year! What a formidable young man."

"Yeah, I just commented on his race at Teresa in Spain last week. You know what? I was blown away by the fight between him and veteran Lannon at the last turn and then the victory. Incoherent!"

"Yes, yes, I also watched the live broadcast. The young players dare to fight. To be honest, I downloaded it and played it several times..."

"Me too...hahaha, that video should be recorded in the history of motorcycle racing."

"That's for sure, and today is the last race of the World Championships, the Mugello track in Italy, where this year's championship will be born!"

"Judging from the current ranking in the standings, it's really hard to say who will win, but I will vote for No. 69 Leon first!"

Before the game officially started, the two passionate commentators discussed excitedly.

Looking at the footage cut by the director, the crews in the repair station of the team are busy facing a red and black motorcycle, their faces are all serious and nervous.

"What?!" The commentator suddenly raised his voice, because the No. 69 player in the picture was straddling his motorcycle and standing on a lonely pole position.

"That's right." The professionalism made the commentator calm down quickly, "Because of the time delay, it was too late to catch up with the safety car responsible for protection, and the No. 69 racer could only start from the last pole position."

"It's a big loss." Another commentator was also extremely regretful, "I was originally the fourth shot in the front row, and I was definitely the favorite to win the championship! However, such emergencies cannot be avoided. MotoGP competitions are always full of accidents and cruelty. It is also its charm. It depends on how the starting runner No. 69 will deal with it."

The countdown red lights go off one after another, and the game begins!

21 racing motorcycles with 250 horsepower rushed out of the starting line one after another, and the roar of the engines instantly blew up the audience.

The audience seethed.

The commentator lowered his voice, for fear of missing every frame, "No. 69 Leon rushed up from behind, circled the outer circle, and crossed all the way. He knew that the beginning was very, very important. He was grasping everything between cars and cars. Gaps!"

"It's only half a lap, and the number 69 Leon has squeezed into the position of about 15th in the first few corners! He passed the Ducati factory team car, and now he has passed the number 20...

The straight-line speed is astonishing, and the cornering is also smooth, completely like an experienced veteran. Where did the YAMAHA factory team recruit the gods! "

As soon as the voice fell, the motorcycles of the two players following No. 69 on the screen suddenly stuck together, and both Highside crashed, and both the person and the car were thrown out of the track more than ten meters away.

In the close-up slow motion of the replay, the motorcycle tumbled several meters into the air, the outer shell flew around, and was stripped off when it landed.

Fortunately, the players were well-trained. They slid close to the ground with inertia and were protected by leather racing protective clothing. After a while, they got up and knelt on the sand.

"This fall was hard enough, I guess it broke a bone."

"It should be. But the nickname of No. 69 "Rose of the Track" is not for nothing. Although he has a pretty face like an angel, he is a very aggressive player!Following him may be affected by the airflow, like being stabbed by the "thorns" sprinkled all the way! "

The screen pauses.

Chu Lin'an pursed her lips slightly, and slid the photo program out of the interface.

Chu Lin'an can engrave the events that will happen next in the game even if he does not need to be reminded by "memories".

Rumbling, sharp pain, darkness, tinnitus.

It wasn't his fault, but he crashed.

The 300kg motorcycle weighed on his left calf, and the huge inertia of [-] mph made him fly out of the track with the car, and didn't stop until it hit the outer buffer wall.

In confusion, he heard the noise of the propellers of the emergency helicopter.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, and there was darkness in front of him. He struggled to confirm, but the arm connected to the infusion tube was held down by a warm palm.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, but his over-standard pronunciation revealed that he was not Italian. "Your head was hit, and the optic nerve was temporarily oppressed. It will be fine in a few days."

"Who are you? Why are you here?" He asked loudly out of control, the sudden loss of vision made him terribly frightened, he couldn't see the condition of his lower body, and his calves...

"I'm..." The man's voice hesitated, "Your car fan, just call me Yue."

This was the only time I met Mr. Yue, and Chu Lin'an only knew the voice of a man.

It took two years to heal the superficial wounds, but left scars on the left calf and fingers——

The fingers of his left hand got stuck between the handlebar and the brake lever, his ring finger was snapped off, and the broken bone protruded from under the skin, leaving a crescent-shaped scar.

But the memory of that car crash still lingers in the dream and refuses to dissipate.

Fortunately, Mr. Yue was with him.

Although I can't meet each other, I can receive a transoceanic letter every month, and the handwriting is as deep and powerful as that voice.

Although he was only one step away from winning the motorcycle world championship that year, he had only been in contact with motorcycle racing for less than three years, and he didn't have much wealth to heal his illnesses. Gambling and alcoholic adoptive father.

It was Mr. Yue who made a move to settle all this, like an umbrella suddenly propped up in his stormy world, patiently leading him to the light, to the place closer to warmth.

Mr. Yue's side.

The Rolls Royce is parked in a secluded VIP parking space.

Many celebrities and wealthy businessmen are buried in Wangxian Mausoleum, so this passage is not open to the public.

"Boss Xing will be here soon." Sheng Chuan who was standing outside the car said to the people inside.

Seen through, Chu Lin'an's cheeks became hot, and he hummed softly.

He was not so nervous during the game, his hands and feet were obviously cold, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

"Boss Xing, this way."

"Ah."

Mr. Yue's voice!

Chu Lin'an's whole body was stiff, and her eyes widened in vain, not daring to blink.

The door on the opposite side opened slowly in front of his eyes like in slow motion, and a tall man sat in with a cold breath.

The man has a deep outline, and his handsome and outstanding appearance makes him look much younger than he actually is, but the coercion brought by the constant high position has become part of his temperament, making people instinctively afraid to approach him.

Especially those eyes, with the eyes of a strong person at the top of the food chain, cold, careless, obviously frightening but even more alluring.

Chu Lin'an was fascinated.

Under the man's left eye, very close to the eyelashes at the end of the eye, there is a very small tear mole hidden, which cannot be found without looking carefully.

"Is there something on my face?" Xing Yue asked.

"No." blurted out her mother tongue, Chu Lin'an tightened her fingers and said hastily, "No!"

Then the volume immediately dropped down as if discouraged, "Mr. Yue, Mr. Yue has nothing on his face."

not something?

Xing Yue reacted for a moment, then turned his face away and stopped scaring the frightened kitten, "Chinese pronunciation is good, but I have to learn more."

Seeing Xing Yue look away, Chu Lin'an lowered his head, secretly biting his lips, feeling ashamed and angry.

It was all because his heart was beating too fast, pounding against his chest, making him almost unable to think before making mistakes.

The car started slowly, and there was still some distance from the place where the funeral ceremony was held.

"Your Chinese teacher has already been arranged." Xing Yue saw the child's nervousness, and Chin Kou rarely responded in order to take into account other people's emotions, "After entering school, make more friends, and you will soon be familiar with the environment and language. .”

"Well, thank you, Mr. Yue." Chu Lin'an didn't want to lift his head at all, he could feel the heat steaming from his skin escaping from his neckline.

"I don't need to thank you, just take it for you." Xing Yue has been spinning for a few days, and the time he can close his eyes is squeezed out on the road, so his tone is inevitably a little stiff, "I will get out of the car later, Follow me."

"Also, be obedient."

Chu Lin'an: "?"

The author says:

——Thank you for reading and collecting this little rose——

latest comment:

[The author is back, Sahua.I thought this article was a mess. When I checked in early in the morning, I saw that this article was finished in the latest conclusion, and I woke up immediately. 】

【Welcome back. 】

[Ma'am, here I come again, it will be December soon!Hahaha】

[Moved, finally updated qa]

[In any case, I started to catch up with this article slowly, because I really like it, so I never gave up the idea of ​​continuing to update it no matter how long I stopped updating it.

Every time I anxiously want to see if there is an update, no matter how long it takes, I only hope that I can see the ending that belongs to the two of them.

Whether it is he or be, I am willing to believe and accept it.I personally believe in novels. The author is just as a narrator to explain the stories of parallel universes. The beautiful, disappointing, and bizarre are all good. I am willing to believe that each of them exists, so I really hope to be able to See how they end up.

To be honest, if you have no hope of continuing to write, please write an ending in a hurry, the story always has an ending.

The characters you create should take responsibility. If there is something that cannot be resolved, please send a notice.

I really want to know them, feel their world, read their stories, and appreciate their love.

I received the rebate today, anger is inevitable, but it is more disappointment, why can't I see their ending?

Why did you just give up?But things have come to this, what I prefer to believe is that their story is still going on, but the author didn't go on.

Whether they fell in love again or just missed it, their respective stories must be happening in places we have never seen.

What I said was messy and miscellaneous, and I also brought a lot of my own opinions, so I apologize here.Thank you to the author for letting me see them shining. 】

[How to solve v? 】

[How did you rebate? 】

【Great, come on, big brother】

[After waiting for so long, I finally have faith, come on, work hard and persevere more]

[Little Rose is so cute v is this update...it makes me dare not jump into the pit...]

【Ah, ah, here I come】

[There are revisions, do you want to come back?star eye]

[There are revisions!Are you coming back? 】

[I found that the latest one has been greatly changed, is it coming back?]

[I'd rather go to heaven, not this one or that one, who can tell me why all the authors disappeared collectively during this period of time. 】

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