The president sent me food

Chapter 8

Xi Muchen stepped forward and stood side by side with him, his cold eyes sank slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Because of the helmet, Si Huang was not sure whether he was smiling or not.

But it's not hard to deny that the man's eyes had an indescribable charm just now, which made his heart beat faster for a while.

Si Huang wasn't quite sure whether it was the excitement brought to him by the game itself, or the excitement brought to him simply by Xi Muchen.

At that time, Si Huang was in a complicated mood and didn't seriously think about his own feelings. It wasn't until a long time later when he recalled that he vaguely felt that the temptation to Xi Muchen began at this time.

But that's all for later, let's talk about that time.

Xi Muchen gestured to Si Huang, and three seconds later, the two cars started off the track almost at the same time.

The address of Hengshan Club is not far from Panshan Road on the outskirts of the city.

It only takes about ten minutes to go from the trail.

Han Chuan drove a sports car and took the straight avenue to reach the top of the mountain first.

He got out of the car, sat in front of the car, looked at the winding track down the mountain, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Fuck, I remembered, isn't the Xi family a well-known big family in Beijing—Xi Group, is this man supposed to be?"

Han Chuan was very excited about his brain supplement, and excitedly circled around the trot.

"Racing cars, Xi's family haha... In this way, the club's sponsorship for the second half of the year can be considered settled."

Besides, Han Chuan was excited by his conjecture and wanted to call Si Huang to ask him to put some water, so as not to spoil the face of Mr. Xi, while he was worried that Si Huang, who rarely touches motorcycles, would not be able to grasp something. The whole person fidgeted back and forth in circles on the top of the mountain.

But on the track at this time, two motorcycles are passing the Panshan track one after another in no particular order. The hands can feel it.

Si Huang always felt that the operation of these two wheels was easier than that of the four wheels, but he didn't realize it until he actually rode it. , or the feeling of walking wrapped in the wind is the real excitement.

It seems that every cell in the body is alive, they are clamoring, excited, eager to speed up and speed up.

This is no longer the feeling of wanting to win or not, but the feeling of wanting to be completely free and fly, the feeling of breaking through all shackles without restraint, as if there is only oneself in the world, it is a kind of complete arrogance.

One word to describe it is: cool.

Two words to describe that is: enjoyable.

Si Huang's heart was beating violently, palpitations and ease... that kind of happiness that came from the bottom of his heart.

Seems more satisfying than when he was on the podium.

He didn't know how Xi Muchen felt, anyway, at the moment when he and the man's body crossed the finish line almost at the same time, he smiled, grinning, very presumptuous.

He stopped the car, jumped off, and rushed to Xi Muchen's car.

The man lowered his legs and took off his helmet.

A bead of sweat rolled down his tough face, he was very handsome, especially masculine.

Si Huang stared blankly.

Xi Muchen raised his chin, his eyes were cold and proud, "Have you enjoyed it?"

"Well, it's so cool."

"Well, come up." Xi Muchen said.

Si Huang was slightly taken aback, wondering if Xi Muchen meant what he understood, "Where are you going?"

He was frantic in his heart, and he was even more excited than before.

Xi Muchen said, "I'll take you for another run."

Si Huang was completely stunned, "But... can it be?"

Xi Muchen didn't talk much, and he didn't want to explain any more, but just glanced at him and motioned him to hurry up and stop the ink marks.

Si Huang ran back to his car to get the helmet, and sat on the back of Xi Muchen without saying a word.

Han Chuan was dumbfounded.

The two people who hadn't decided the winner made him not know what to say to start.

I plan to wait for these two to finish exchanging their thoughts on the game, and then he will speak when he comes over. It's not waiting for him to speak, so what are these two going to do?

"Hey...you...where are you going?"

"Go for a ride, you go back first." Si Huang's voice was undoubtedly excited.

Xi Muchen started the car, "Hold on tight."

Si Huang leaned forward and touched the man's back. After hesitating for a second, he wrapped his arms around the man's waist and hugged him tightly.

It's really not that he wants to take advantage of the other party. This motorcycle is designed like this, and he can't sit up straight and make a clear distinction between latitude and longitude.

Si Huang likes men, but no one knows except himself.

Xi Muchen's appearance and body are indeed the type he likes, he knew it from the first time they met.

Just to say tempting, there is always something missing.

Si Huang is not a person who will fall in love at first sight just because of his appearance, and of course he will not fall in love with Xi Muchen either.

The wind blows past my ears, and the feeling of someone standing in front of me is completely different from the feeling of facing the wind. Behind the wanton freedom, there seems to be more protection of warmth and peace of mind.

It will make an impulsive heart more and more have an experience called happiness.

Si Huang felt that it was a very miraculous thing to experience happiness behind Xi Muchen's back, and he couldn't help laughing because of the miraculousness.

After laughing, he leaned his head forward and stuck it to the man's back, "Where are you taking me?"

he shouted.

The sound of the wind and the hum of the car made him not sure if the man could hear him.

He didn't intend to ask him to answer, but it was just an excuse for him to take the opportunity to lean on the man, and he didn't plan to withdraw his head until he heard the answer.

Wrapping his hands tightly around the man's strong waist, closing his eyes, and feeling the extreme speed and the warmth from his back with his heart, Si Huang suddenly felt that he could be willful again.

The car stopped at the entrance of a bar, and the exaggerated graffiti made the place look surly and arrogant.

"Where is this place?" Si Huang took a look at the alley, making sure it wasn't a place he was usually familiar with.

"The place that sold you." Xi Muchen made a rare joke.

"Okay, I'm afraid I'll make you lose."

Si Huang also followed Xi Muchen's footsteps.

It was still early, and there were more people in the bar than Si Huang thought.

The soothing music, poetic decoration, and romantic lighting are not the bar that Si Huang imagined based on the graffiti outside.

The twisting waists on the dance floor and the silky eyebrows of boys and girls made Si Huang look sideways and slow down by two points.

His arm was pinched, but the man didn't turn his head, and his movements were not gentle enough to pull him forward.

Let go of him before the bar, "Have you ever been to a place like this?"

"No, but this is the first time I've seen this style." Si Huang answered truthfully.

In the early years, when the sons and brothers were busy eating, drinking, having fun and going to entertainment venues, he was still sweating profusely on the field and dedicating his youth for trophies. Forced to be the boss, always study MBA, read documents, read reports, and sign various contracts.

He also drinks and socializes, but refuses low-level social methods such as marriage, staying out at night and going to various clubs.

I get up earlier than chickens and go to bed later than dogs every day. If I have some free time, I would rather go to the track for two laps. How can I go to a bar, drink some wine, or find someone to flirt with?

"Try it, the signboard here." Xi Muchen grinned slightly, and handed over a glass of clear wine.

If he didn't say that Si Huang almost mistakenly thought it was a glass of plain water.

One sip is sweet, and another sip is a little sour.

Still wanting to take a sip, how did it become bitter?

"What is this? It smells so strange?" Si Huang raised his head to look at Xi Muchen in confusion.

"Is it good?" Xi Muchen asked without answering.

"Delicious."

A smile appeared on Xi Muchen's cold face, he turned his head and knocked on the bar counter, "Brother Yan, explain to this kid what this glass of wine is called?"

Meng Yan raised his head and glanced at Si Huang, "This is the tuner from our family, I really don't know if I ask."

After speaking, he shouted.

Lu Xiao came out from the back kitchen, "Brother Yan?"

"Don't be too busy, Lao Xi is here."

Following Meng Yan's words, Si Huang obviously noticed that the corners of Xi Muchen's mouth twitched slightly, and couldn't help covering his lips in joy.

Old Xi... Old Xi, his little brother is actually Old Xi in the eyes of others?

Haha... This is so funny, Lao Xi, can he call him that too.

"Yo, Brother Xi is here?" Lu Xiao jumped into the bar.

Turning around to see Si Huang, he was suddenly amused, "Hey, isn't this the kid from the Si family? How did you get to play with brother Xi?"

"Lu...Lu Xiao?" Si Huang didn't expect to meet Lu Xiao here.

That's right, the youngest of the Lu family does his job well and earns his living by opening bars. The angry old man wants to sever his father-son relationship with him.

But didn't you hear recently that he has returned home to take over the company?

Si Huang was full of doubts, looked at Meng Yan and Lu Xiao?

Xi Muchen and Meng Yan looked at each other subconsciously, and asked almost at the same time: "Do you know each other?"

But Meng Yan asked Lu Xiao, while Xi Muchen asked Si Huang.

Lu Xiao said: "The young master of the Si family, that kid who loves racing cars, I remember I told you that."

Meng Yan let out an oh, it seems that he knew.

Si Huang nodded and explained: "The eldest young master of the Lu family, we lived in the same courtyard when we were young."

Xi Muchen nodded slightly, with no surprise on his expressionless face: "It's easy to get to know each other, drink."

Si Huang, "Well, you invented Lu Xiao? It's delicious."

"Of course it's delicious, because it's called 'love'." Lu Xiao blinked at him.

"Love?" Si Huang savored the two words carefully, and glanced at Xi Muchen calmly.

Lu Xiao saw his reaction, and couldn't help winking at Meng Yan.

It almost made Meng Yan think that there was something wrong with his eyes.

Fortunately, Xi Muchen didn't see any abnormalities, and his attention was all on the wine.

Si Huang didn't know the purpose of Xi Muchen bringing him here, but after a few glasses of wine, he vaguely understood.

Xi Muchen was afraid that he felt that he was in a bad mood, so he brought him here to get drunk and relieve his worries.