The club manager was speaking to Xi Ming in a gentle voice: "Old Xi, can you please give me some face? This guy is related to the new boss, I don't dare to offend him."
"Every time people come, they ask me to keep them company. Who do you think I am?" Xi Ming was lying on a skateboard, inspecting the chassis of a racing car, with only his long legs exposed.
The manager squatted down and said patiently, "I thought you were a racing god. You're the mainstay of MAX! Those young people are said to be your fans. Can you just meet them? Walk around with them, sign autographs, say a few words, show your face in front of the camera, and finally take a photo. That's mission accomplished. How's that? Easy enough, right?"
"Simple as hell! I'm not a gigolo!" Xi Ming's impatient voice came from under the car.
The manager wiped his face, feeling frustrated.
Well, this time I have to disappoint my new boss again. Xi Ming is really a stone in the toilet, with a bad temper and a stubborn temper.
"Okay, if you don't want to, forget it. I'll go explain to them." The manager dusted off his trouser legs and stood up helplessly.
Xi Ming slid out from under the car and walked towards the toolbox placed at the garage door. His body was covered in grease, and his face was stained with a few spots, but it did not detract from his handsome appearance at all.
The sun was shining outside. Three young people were standing by the track not far away, watching the drivers train. The tall girl raised her hands and cheered from time to time, a little noisy. The other two men stood on her left and right, watching the track quietly, their backs very slender.
A group of cameramen and lighting technicians surrounded them, filming their every move.
It seems that they are the new boss's relatives.
Xi Ming frowned, feeling increasingly irritated. MAX was a training ground, not a circus.
The manager pointed at the group and said, "These are the three who want to see you. I heard that one of the men is Chang Fan's son. He's very interested in racing and has participated in several competitions with good results. Are you really not going?"
"Even if the emperor comes, I won't..."
Xi Ming's tone was disgusted, his expression was disgusted, but he couldn't utter the last word no matter what.
Suddenly, the young man in the white shirt turned his head and looked toward the garage. His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed by the bright sunlight, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was a little anxious. He searched his field of vision and caught sight of Xi Ming's tall figure.
He was obviously stunned for a moment, then his slightly narrowed fox eyes widened, and his thin red lips stretched into a grin that revealed an extremely happy smile.
He stood on tiptoe and waved, his curly hair flying, and he looked very happy.
Xi Ming: "I'd better go."
"Okay, I'll go explain to these little ancestors that you have an event to attend and you're in a hurry to leave—" The manager was stunned for a second, then asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?"
"I said I would go see them." Xi Ming hid in a corner where Curly couldn't see him and began to take off his dirty maintenance clothes.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked worriedly.
"Here, here, here." The manager pointed to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his nose.
Thinking that his clown face was seen by the little curly-haired boy, Xi Ming's face darkened.
"Fuck, that's too bad!" He cursed and said quickly, "I'm going to take a shower and change clothes. Please help me entertain you. I'll be back soon. Twenty minutes!"
He looked at his watch and changed his tone: "No, ten minutes. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Okay, go ahead." The manager's expression was mysterious.
The last time Chang Fan came, he seemed to be shirtless when he met her. What happened this time? Did he take the wrong medicine?
Xi Ming ran out the back door of the garage. He was afraid that if he went out the front door, Curly would see him. He was so dirty, he was really not presentable.
"Xi Ming, Xi Ming?"
The manager was stunned when he heard a tentative shout outside the garage.
He walked out to check the situation, but saw a young boy standing ten meters away looking at this side, his face full of anticipation.
This garage is dedicated to repairing F1 cars, which are designed and built entirely by the club itself. Every part is kept confidential, so outsiders are not allowed to enter and watch.
The boy knew the rule, so he stood there obediently, his fair face slightly red from the sun, and his narrow eyes sparkling with bright light.
At that moment, the manager suddenly remembered the song "Pretty Boy," which was very fitting for the occasion. This boy truly lived up to his name! No wonder Xi Minghuo ran off like his butt was on fire, even going to shower like a sissy!
The manager seemed to understand something and greeted him enthusiastically.
Chang Jinbo and Wan Anni also ran over and asked excitedly, "Where's Xi Ming? Can we meet him?"
"He will be here soon. Let me take you to visit the track first." The manager extended his hand to invite.
Chang Jinbo and Wan Annie cried out in surprise, while Zhuang Li quickly smoothed the curly hair on his forehead.
"Is my hairstyle okay?" he asked in his heart.
7480, engrossed in reading a comic book, took a moment to glance at it and praised, "Very good! You're the most handsome guy on this street!"
Zhuang Li felt relieved and caught up with the others.
Chang Jinbo lagged behind a few steps, walking side by side with Zhuang Li, and said casually, "My dad originally planned to acquire MAX, but later lost to Mr. Zhuang."
Zhuang Li didn't react, but Wan Annie shouted in surprise, "Your father is Chang Fan?"
It was also the first time she heard Chang Jinbo talk about his family background. Judging from the sports car he drove, his family must be very wealthy, but she didn't expect them to be this rich!
"You are a top rich second generation!" Wan Annie gave a thumbs up.
Chang Jinbo kept glancing at Zhuang Li, hoping for some reaction. Didn't this guy like money? Knowing how wealthy he was, he should be more enthusiastic, right?
Thinking of the scene of Zhuang Li fawning, trying to please, and pestering him, every cell in Chang Jinbo's body began to look forward to it.
Cameraman Xiao Liu: "..." This idiot is showing off his wealth in front of Mr. Zhuang, so embarrassing! No, I have to wear a mask so that I can laugh without restraint!
Xiao Liu quickly took out a mask and put it on, then narrowed his eyes.
Zhuang Li was still stroking his hair. Every time he passed a racing car, he would look at his face reflected in the car window.
"Handsome, handsome, handsome." 7480 comforted while flipping through the book.
The two of them weren't listening to Chang Jinbo at all.
Seeing Zhuang Li's indifference to his family background, Chang Jinbo pursed his lips in disappointment. At that moment, he felt extremely frustrated. He didn't know how to get this man's attention.
The manager pointed at several cars running on the track and introduced them incessantly.
Chang Jinbo forced himself to listen carefully. Wan Anni, genuinely interested in the drivers' impressive performances, asked questions as she listened. Zhuang Li craned his neck to look around.
"Where is the god? Didn't he see you just now? Why did he run away? Did he change his mind?" 7480 secretly rubbed the eye drops on the ground.
"He went to take a shower." Zhuang Li chuckled. "This is the first time he's meeting me. How could he not be more cautious?"
7480's face was full of disgust: "If he washes again, he will still look like a bear."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Ming strode over.
He wore a white knitted T-shirt, the thin fabric clinging to his skin, outlining the graceful and smooth lines of his muscles: pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps, every part of him was filled with surging power. He wore a pair of silk cotton casual pants. His legs were incredibly long, with a slight bulge in his crotch, making him a very noticeable presence even in his dormant state.
This man is simply a walking hormone!
Wan Anni's mouth widened as she scanned Xi Ming's figure, then fixed her gaze on his crotch. She'd seen countless supermodels, but none could compare to Xi Ming's. His body was a masterpiece of God!
Chang Jinbo looked at Xi Ming's chest muscles, abdominal muscles and that place, and involuntarily took a few steps back.
Zhuang Li curled his lips and smiled, then asked in his heart, "Who are you calling a bear?"
7480 sucked in his round belly and said reluctantly, "I look like a bear."
Zhuang Li's smile grew even brighter. When Xi Ming appeared, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Xiao Liu took a close-up of his extremely focused eyes.
Xi Ming's sharp gaze locked onto Curly-haired, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He strode over, extended his hand to Curly-haired, and said in a hoarse voice, "I heard you're my fans?"
Zhuang Li held his hand, gently scratched the back of his hand with his fingertips, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Xi Ming: “…”
At this moment, Chang Jinbo and Wan Annie's excited confessions, the manager's introduction, and the roar of racing cars were all fading away from him. Only his rapid heartbeat and the little curly-haired boy's chuckle echoed in his ears.
The scratched area feels slightly itchy and hot, as if a seed is sprouting.
The seed grew into a vine, tightly wrapping around the two clasped hands.
Xi Ming couldn't let go.
"I'm your biggest fan, I like you very much." The magnetic voice of the little curly-haired boy penetrated into his cochlea, making his heart beat faster and more chaotically.
"Thank you." He held the slender and soft hand tightly, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
The manager silently complained in his heart: We've been shaking hands for almost forty seconds, bro, be restrained and don't be too obvious!
Wan Anni was tactless. She grabbed Xi Ming's hand and shook it, expressing her admiration. Chang Jinbo also came over to shake his hand, then blushed and took out a notebook and asked Xi Ming to sign it.
Zhuang Li hid her hands behind her back and shook them gently. Her husband's grip was still as strong as ever.
The manager glanced at Zhuang Li and said deliberately, "Xi Ming, how about you show off a few of your specialties to your fans?"
Xi Ming has already been deified, and performing stunts is an act of lowering his status for him.
Chang Jinbo immediately waved his hands: "No, no, we are already very satisfied."
Wan Annie also shook her head repeatedly: "We are here to admire the idol, not to trouble the idol."
Xi Ming turned a deaf ear to the two people's deliberate flattery. He stared at the curly-haired boy with his sharp eyes and asked, "Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I'll do it."
7480 muttered, "Hmph, you're the best at flattery! I'd like to call you the King of Flattery!"
Zhuang Li almost laughed out loud, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his lips.
Although he wanted to watch it, he also knew that performing stunts was risky, so he shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to watch it."
"Your eyes tell me you really want to see it." Xi Ming walked towards a car parked beside the track and said in a cheerful voice, "If you think it's exciting, jump up and applaud me, okay? I can hear you."
Zhuang Li smiled brightly and said loudly, "Okay."
Perhaps due to his profession, her husband in this life was very cool and unrestrained. But no matter what he was like, Zhuang Li liked him.
Wan Annie secretly poked Zhuang Li's lower back and whispered, "I think he likes you!" She spread her index and middle fingers, pointed at her eyes, and said firmly, "He only has eyes for you! You two have a chance!"
Hearing this, Chang Jinbo's heart tightened for some reason.
For a few seconds, he actually felt disgusted with his idol.
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