Chapter 283： Poor and sour internet celebrity pretending to be a rich second generation 13┃ Charismatic Xi ​​Ming

The manager of the club just spoke to Xi Ming in a good voice: "Old Xi, can you give me some face? This is a relationship of the new boss, and I don't dare to offend him."

"Every time I come, I'm asked to accompany you, what do you think I am?" Xi Ming lay on the skateboard and checked the chassis of a racing car, only showing two long legs.

The manager squatted down and said patiently: "I think you are the car god. You are the pillar of MAX! It is said that those young people are all your fans. You can always meet fans, right? Take a walk with them. , sign your name, say a few words, show your face in front of the camera, and finally take a group photo, this task is completed. How about it, simple enough?"

"Simple ass! I'm not a cowherd who picks up guests!" Xi Ming's impatient voice came from the bottom of the car.

The manager wiped his face, full of frustration.

Well, this time I have to let the new boss down again. This kid Xi Ming is really a stone in the kennel, with a stinky and hard temper.

"Okay, forget it if you don't want to, I'll explain it to them." The manager patted the dust on his trouser legs and stood up helplessly.

Xi Ming slid out from the bottom of the car and walked towards the toolbox placed at the garage door. His body was covered in oil stains, and there were a few smudges on his face, but he did not damage his handsome and extraordinary appearance at all.

The sun was shining outside, and three young people were standing by the track not far away to watch the drivers train. The tall girl raised her hands and cheered from time to time, making some noise. The other two men stood around her, quietly. Looking at the arena, the back is very slender.

A group of cameramen and luminaries circled around them, filming their every move.

It seems that they are related households of the new boss.

Xi Ming frowned, feeling more and more irritable. MAX is a training place, not a circus.

The manager pointed to the group of people and said, "It's the three of them who want to see you. It is said that one of the men is Chang Fan's son. He is very interested in racing cars. He has participated in a few races with good results. You really don't want to go? "

"I don't want to--"

Xi Ming's tone was disgusting, his expression was disgusting, but he couldn't utter the last word no matter what.

Just because the young boy in the white shirt suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the garage. His long and narrow eyes were slightly squinted by the bright sunlight, and his brows were frowning, as if he was in a hurry. He searched his vision and caught Xi Ming's tall figure.

He was obviously stunned for a while, and then his slightly squinted fox eyes widened, and his red and thin lips were wide open, revealing a very happy smile.

He stood on tiptoe and waved, his curly hair fluttering, looking very happy.

Xi Ming: "I'd better go."

"Yes, I'm going to explain to these little ancestors, saying that you have an event to participate in, and you are in a hurry to leave—" The manager was stunned for a second, and then asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?"

"I said I'd go see them." Xi Ming hid in a corner that Little Curly couldn't see, and began to take off his dirty maintenance suit.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked worriedly.

"Here, here, here." The manager pointed to his forehead, cheeks and tip of nose.

Xi Ming's face darkened when he thought that his big face was stared straight at by the little curly hair.

"Fuck, it's too big!" He scolded lowly and said quickly: "I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes, you help me entertain me. I'll be back soon. Twenty minutes!"

He looked at his watch and changed his words: "No, ten minutes, I'll be here in ten minutes."

"Hey, okay, you can go." The manager's expression was fantastic.

The last time Chang Fan came, this kid seemed to meet people shirtless, right? What happened this time? Taking the wrong medicine?

Xi Ming ran from the back door of the garage. He was afraid that he would be seen by Curly when he walked through the front door. This dirty body is really not on the table.

"Xi Ming, Xi Ming?"

The manager was in a daze when a tentative shout suddenly came from outside the garage.

He went out to check the situation, but saw a young boy standing ten meters away looking over here, his face full of anticipation.

This garage is dedicated to the maintenance of F1 cars, and the F1 cars are all designed and built by the club itself, and every part is kept secret, so outsiders cannot step in and watch.

The boy knew this rule, so he stood there honestly, his fair face was reddened by the sun, and his long and narrow eyes shone brightly.

At this moment, the manager suddenly remembered a very suitable song "PrettyBoy". This is a veritable handsome boy! No wonder Xi Ming ran as if his **** was on fire, and even went to take a bath babblingly!

The manager seemed to understand something, so he warmly greeted him.

Chang Jinbo and Wan Anni also ran over and asked excitedly, "Where's Xi Ming? Can we meet him?"

"He'll be here in a while, I'll take you to the track first." The manager extended his hand to invite.

Chang Jinbo and Wan Anni screamed in surprise, while Zhuang Li quickly brushed the curly hair on his forehead.

"Is my hairstyle ok?" he asked inwardly.

Holding the villain book, 7480 took time to take a look and praised: "Very OK! You are the most beautiful boy in this gai!"

Zhuang Li was relieved, and only then did he keep up with the speed of a few people.

Chang Jinbo was a few steps behind, walking side by side with Zhuang Li, and said casually, "My dad was going to buy MAX, but he lost to MrZhuang."

Zhuang Li didn't respond, but Wan Anni shouted in surprise, "Your father is Chang Fan?"

It was also the first time that she heard Chang Jinbo talk about her family background. It can be seen from the sports car that this man drove, his family should be very rich, but he did not expect to be so rich!

"You are the second generation of the top rich!" Wan Anni gave a thumbs up.

Chang Jinbo frequently glanced at Zhuang Li, hoping that the other party would give some reaction. Doesn't this guy like money? Knowing that he is so rich, he should be more enthusiastic, right?

Thinking of the pictures of Zhuang Li fawning on, ingratiating himself, and entangled in himself, every cell in Chang Jinbo's body began to look forward to it.

Cameraman Xiao Liu: "..." This Hanhan is actually showing off his wealth in front of Mr. Zhuang, how embarrassing! No, I have to wear a mask so I can snicker without restraint!

Xiao Liu quickly took out the mask and put it on, and then his eyes narrowed.

Zhuang Li was still brushing his hair. Every time he passed a racing car, he would look at his face reflected in the window.

"Handsome, handsome, handsome." 7480 comforted while flipping through the book.

The two were not listening to Chang Jinbo at all.

Seeing that Zhuang Li was indifferent to his family background, Chang Jinbo pursed his lips in disappointment. At this moment, he felt very frustrated. He didn't know how to get this man's attention.

The manager pointed to several Mercedes-Benz cars on the track and gushed about it.

Chang Jinbo forced himself to listen carefully. Wan Annie was really interested in the brilliant record of these drivers, and asked questions while listening. Zhuang Li craned his neck to look left and right.

"Why did the gods go? Didn't he see you just now, why did he run away? Did he change his mind?" 7480 rubbed the eye drops on the ground.

"He went to take a shower." Zhuang Li chuckled, "This is the first time I met, how could he not be more cautious?"

7480's face was full of disgust: "If he washes again, he will be like a bear."

As soon as the words fell, Xi Ming strode over.

He was wearing a white knitted T-shirt on his upper body, and the thin fabric was close to the skin, outlining the beautiful and smooth muscle lines, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps, everywhere full of surging power. He was wearing a pair of silk cotton slacks on his lower body, his legs were so long against the sky, his crotch was slightly bulging, and he had a full sense of presence even in a dormant state.

This man is literally walking hormones!

Wan Anni's mouth couldn't close, her eyes looked up and down for a while, and then she stared at Xi Ming's crotch. She has seen too many supermodels, but none of them can compare to Xi Ming. His body is simply the work 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 grinned, and asked in his heart, "Who do you call a bear?"

7480 sucked on his chubby belly and said reluctantly, "I'm a bear."

Zhuang Li's smile grew brighter. When Xi Ming appeared, his eyes couldn't move.

Xiao Liu took a close-up of his extremely focused eyes.

Xi Ming's sharp eyes also locked the small curls firmly, and the corners of his mouth rose unknowingly. He strode over and took the initiative to reach out to the little curly hair, his voice hoarse: "I heard that you are my fans?"

Zhuang Li took his hand and scratched the back of his hand lightly with his fingertips, and there was a glint in his eyes.

Xi Ming: "..."

At this moment, Chang Jinbo and Wan Annie's excited confessions, the manager's introduction, and the roar of the racing car were all moving away from him. Only his rapid heartbeat and the small curly smile echoed in his ears.

The scratched place was slightly itchy and hot, as if a seed was sprouting.

This seed grows into a vine, and the two hands that are held together are firmly entangled.

Xi Ming couldn't let go.

"I'm a huge fan of yours, I like you very much." The little curly hair's magnetic voice drilled into his cochlea, making his heart beat faster and more chaotic.

"Thank you." He held the slender and soft hand tightly, and the tip of his ear flushed slightly.

The manager silently complained in his heart: It's been almost forty seconds, brother, restrain yourself, don't be too obvious!

Wan Anni was blind, grabbed Xi Ming's hand and shook it, expressing her admiration warmly. Chang Jinbo also gathered around to shake hands, then took out a notebook with a blushing face and asked Xi Ming to sign it.

Zhuang Li hid his hand behind him and shook it gently. Husband's hands are still so strong.

The manager glanced at Zhuang Li and said deliberately, "Xi Ming, why don't you show your fans some tricks?"

Xi Ming has been consecrated, and performing stunts is an act of surrendering his identity to him.

Chang Jinbo immediately waved his hand: "No, no, we are very satisfied."

Wan Anni also shook her head again and again: "We are here to pay homage to idols, not to trouble idols."

Xi Ming turned a deaf ear to the two people's deliberate infatuation, and looked at the little curly hair with sharp eyes for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to see it? You can come if you want to see me."

7480 murmured: "Hmph, you are the best at flattering, I would like to call you the king of flattery!"

Zhuang Li was almost amused, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his lips.

Although he really 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 placed beside the track with a hearty voice: "If you think it's exciting, just jump up and applaud me? I can hear it."

Zhuang Li smiled brightly and said, "Okay."

Perhaps because of his career, the husband in this life is very unrestrained and wild. But no matter what he is, Zhuang Li likes it.

Wan Anni secretly poked Zhuang Li's lower back, and whispered, "I think he likes you!" She spread her index and middle fingers, compared her own eyes, and said with certainty, "His eyes can only see you! You two have fun!"

Hearing this, Chang Jinbo's heart tightened for a moment for some reason.

For a few seconds, he was actually disgusted with his idol.