Racers become the canaries of the bosses

He sponsored me for two years and raised me well;

"Chengcheng, I won't sleep here tomorrow night, Mr. Yue is coming back."

After Chu Lin'an hung up the phone, her snow-white face blushed, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards sweetly.

Liao Chengcheng was rarely joking, and said with a frown, "It's just a phone call, baby, you like that Uncle Yue too much, so it's easy to suffer."

"Why?" Chu Lin'an put the back of his hand against his hot face to cool down, and was still immersed in the joy of seeing Mr. Yue soon.

"Love has always been a game. You haven't talked about it before, and you don't understand. I can't help but tell you because of your state these days." Liao Chengcheng worried, "If you put in more love For the other party, you will lose your advantage and become the one waiting to be given love. This kind of relationship is unfair to you. Baby. You are so good, you should be pursued, pampered and nourished by love To the one who is confident."

"But." Chu Lin'an tilted his head, and said seriously, "It's not fair between me and Mr. Yue. He subsidized me for two years and raised me well. He didn't turn me into a The cripple who can only make a living by painting gave me a chance to start all over again. You must know that not everyone is so lucky.

He also sent me to this school and became friends with you, Cheng Cheng.I am already very grateful to him, how can I expect Mr. Yue to like me? "

"Then you can't rush..." Liao Chengcheng was discouraged, after all, the latter part of the sentence was not a pleasant one.

In fact, when Chu Lin'an asked him to teach him about men and women, he resisted in his heart. At that time, he did not refuse because he respected his friend's choice.

"It doesn't feel good to get something for nothing." Chu Lin'an smiled, "My experience has nothing to do with Mr. Yue. Since he helped me, I should return it. But now I am young and fleshy, What else is valuable to Mr. Yue?"

Liao Chengcheng lowered his head, unable to speak, he had to admit that Chu Lin'an was much more sober and mature than he imagined.Although those words are like sharp knives, they cut out the facts cruelly and directly.

"As for my liking for him, that's my own business." Chu Lin'an blinked, "I've already taken advantage of a lot, how can I suffer? If I'm in a game with Mr. Yue, since I like Mr. Yue From that moment on, I have already won without a fight. So, Cheng Cheng, don't worry about me anymore."

"Okay." Liao Chengcheng said in a low voice.

"That's right." Chu Lin'an reached out and pinched Liao Chengcheng's fat baby face, "I heard from my senior that there is a motorcycle club in Shencheng that is recruiting new students. I want to try it, maybe there will be a sponsor Dad is willing to accept me into the team... I tried to fill out the online registration, can you check it for me? I am afraid that I will make a mistake."

Liao Chengcheng was puzzled: "If you want to find the sponsor's father, why don't you just ask Mr. Yue to invest in you? With your racing ability, even if you form a team and only support you as a racing driver, it will definitely be a bloody profit."

"Actually..." Chu Linan guiltily avoided his friend's sight, "Mr. Yue, he forbids me to ride a motorcycle."

"What??" Liao Chengcheng's eyes widened, "Why did he ban you! You didn't sell yourself to him, and you didn't sign an agreement!"

Chu Lin'an smiled helplessly: "Mr. Yue is also doing it for my own good. The doctor said that although my Achilles tendon has grown, it is very fragile. If I get injured again, I will really have to walk on a slope. And my collarbone. "

He tore off the collar of his clothes, revealing a smooth and white shoulder, "Here... it's actually broken."

Chu Lin'an took Liao Chengcheng's hand, and guided her fingertips to caress her thin and straight collarbone, "Touch, here... there is a small depression."

The skin under his fingertips was as warm as jade, and Liao Chengcheng felt distressed, "Is that also the car crash?"

"It's an old wound." Chu Lin'an pulled up his collar and said flatly, "Mr. Yue doesn't know yet."

9000 meters altitude, VVIP first class.

After finishing the call with the overseas partner, Xing Yue took off the bluetooth headset, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down by the side of the armrest, sinking his body into the comfortable and soft sofa.

He picked up the special assistant and brought over sherry to moisten his mouth, feeling very good.

After this period of time was over, it was time for him to go back to the old house to have a look at that old thing. By the way, he brought Little Rose to familiarize him with the environment.

There was still half an hour before the plane landed, and Xing Yue still had some energy and didn't want to sleep, so he was free to look at the videos on his phone.

The first paragraph is the post-match interview:

The freeze frame is Chu Lin'an wearing a racing suit, wearing a black peaked cap with a big sponsor logo printed on it.

The hair is short, and the whole person looks younger than now. He is smiling brightly, his eyes are bright like a deer, his cheeks are red and attractive because of excitement, and the joy from the corners of his mouth can overflow the screen.

Lively and confident.

Xing Yue pressed play.

"As a player who won the championship in moto3 for the first time, how do you feel?"

The interview took place at the Racetrack in Spain, the host spoke with a standard broadcast accent, and Chu Lin'an spoke English with a European accent, with a slightly heavy tongue roll.

"Very lucky! The players in the same group are all very strong. I didn't expect that I could perform so well, haha." Chu Lin'an wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead.

It may be the first time he won the championship and was interviewed. He kept blinking excitedly, his eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, "Of course I would also like to thank my team and my seniors. Without their support, I would not be able to do it." Something like this..."

The second paragraph is the post-match press conference:

Chu Lin'an sat on the stage, with several microphones erected in front of him, and the white man next to him should be his bodyguard assistant.

"What do you think about the crash of player Lannon? It is reported that his team has filed a complaint with the FIM."

At this time, Chu Lin'an's complexion was not very good, his face was sickly white.

The zipper of the racing suit was a one-piece jumpsuit that was zipped to the bottom. From the neck to the lower abdomen, he half-opened the racing suit, revealing the black vest inside.

"I was racing at my own pace and it was Lannon who slowed down inside the corner and came close. My foot stuck right on his brakes and he locked up his wheels and he crashed. I guess not to blame. Here I am. Let’s wait for the specific judgment of the FIM.”

Xing Yue's fingertips slid across the screen, trying to pull up the damn zipper of the racing suit, covering Chu Lin's dazzling white skin, and the provocative little red mole on the neck .

The third video is very short, only half a minute:

Chu Lin'an wore a black and red racing suit, stood on the highest step in the middle of the podium, shook the champagne bottle, and sprayed the audience to celebrate, and everyone cheered and applauded for him.

The girl presenting the award had her long hair and chest wet by him, and he blew a kiss to her. The girl was amused, and stepped forward again, embracing this young and famous beautiful boy.

Xing Yue pressed pause.

The hair stubble exposed behind Chu Linan's hat is golden, and it should be the same time as the first video, the moment of accepting the award after the interview.

He smiled happily, with the kind of vivid expression that Xing Yue had never really seen before, completely out of touch with the quiet and obedient Chu Lin'an who secretly smoked behind his back.

The author says:

Little Rose's original hair color was light brown to golden (same as now), and the blonde hair dyed during the championship video was still a rebellious small cut.

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Event level MotoGP＞Moto2＞Moto3;

Generally, it is from low-level competitions to rising, and the player's worth is also the same.

latest comment:

[Ah, although, as a little transparent who makes a living by painting, I see a genius who is lucky not to become a useless person who makes a living by painting. Although I understand that what he really loves is racing cars, how can he become a living by painting? Useless people... This expression offends ordinary people who draw for a living. 】

【come on】

[It's the little rose flying wantonly on the field! 】

【nice! !Big cheer——]

【come on】

【The last sentence of the grass has tortured me】

【Come on】

【looks great! 】

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