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

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Hearing Zhuang Jingchun's words, Xu Xizhou was silent for a few seconds.

He lowered his eyelashes, seeming to laugh at himself.

"They all left me in the wild and left me to fend for themselves. Why should I go to them? An unexpected child might as well not be born."

"Maybe there is a reason..."

Zhuang Jingchun took a step forward and put her hand on his shoulder lightly.

"I believe your parents are not that kind of people."

"Probably because I was sick at the time, they were too poor to be cured, so they threw me away." Xu Xizhou shrugged, a trace of mockery crossed his face, "After all, no one who found me was willing to support me. , to exchange me with other children."

His tone pretended to be relaxed, but Zhuang Jingchun could clearly detect the low mood behind him. He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Xu Xizhou's head.

"Why, have pity on me?"

Xu Xizhou suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, there was no gloomy mood in his eyes, instead he was transparent and relieved.

"Actually, I should thank them for throwing me, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to grow up in Lujia, let alone get in touch with racing and become a professional racing driver."

As Xu Xizhou spoke, he strode out of the gallery and looked up at the blue sky above his head.

"I heard there's a Tudor castle nearby. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, but..." Zhuang Jingchun turned her head to look at the little electric donkey parked in the corner, her tone was unquestionable, "This time you take the back seat."

This guy really has a strange self-esteem.

Xu Xizhou secretly complained in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

He stretched out his long legs, and as soon as he got into the car, he naturally put his hand into Zhuang Jingchun's coat pocket, and rested his head on his shoulder.

Zhuang Jingchun was slightly taken aback.

There was a warm touch on the back, and the boy's breath brushed against his face, bringing an indescribable numbness and trembling.

Zhuang Jingchun's Adam's apple moved, he took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and started the car.

The stone road became more and more rugged. When passing a forest path, a gray squirrel suddenly jumped under the feet of the two of them, and Zhuang Jingchun hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

Xu Xizhou was looking at the scenery on the roadside, and because of inertia, the bridge of his nose slammed into his back.

"Hey...it hurts!"

Xu Xizhou rubbed the bridge of his sore nose with a very aggrieved expression.

Zhuang Jingchun stopped and turned to look at him helplessly.

"Who made you take off your helmet?"

"I thought you were very good at driving."

Xu Xizhou looked at him aggrievedly, probably really hurt, and a layer of shallow tears floated in his black eyes.

Zhuang Jingchun put the helmet on him, not daring to look at the eyes that made him feel confused, and pulled the mirror down hard.

"At least better than you."