When the two of them went to get their luggage together, Leng Ran still looked at him and chuckled from time to time.
Mo Fei's ears turned red, "I'm helping you, can you not make fun of me?"
"Sorry, I really didn't mean it." Leng Ran said, and laughed uncontrollably, "Actually, it's nothing, it's not like you haven't worn a kilt."
The kilt is a traditional British dress and is worn on many major festivals.
According to tradition, you cannot wear underwear when wearing a kilt. Mo Fei, who holds the title of Duke, naturally wears it.
"That's different." Mo Fei took Leng Ran's luggage from the luggage belt, "I'm not wearing a kilt now!"
Smiling coldly, she stretched out her palm and held his shoulder, "So...are you shy, little Mo Fei?!"
Mo Fei shrugged and said, "Please, I have worn a Scottish skirt!"
"But..." Leng Ran stretched out her fingers and touched his face, "You're blushing!"
Her fingers were a little cold, and they passed over his slightly hot face, causing static electricity to flash across his face.
Leng Ran curled his fingers slightly, but Mo Fei's heart palpitated.
"Xiao Xiao, don't make trouble!" Mo Fei pulled her palm from her face, "Let's go change clothes."
"There's nothing to be shy about!" Leng Ran chuckled, "When we were young, we even took a bath together!"
"Why don't I remember?" Mo Fei raised his eyebrows.
"Of course you don't remember. At that time, you were still a baby and so was I. It was your mother who said that."
Leng Ran said, stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of his suitcase.
The two of them walked outside the restroom together, and then walked into the men's and women's restrooms respectively.
He found his own underwear and a spare sanitary napkin and put them on. He looked at the underwear in his hand coldly. Instead of throwing it away, he carefully folded it and put it in a bag and put it in his suitcase.
When she walked out of the bathroom, he was already waiting for her outside the door. When he saw her coming out, he immediately took her suitcase over.
"Let's go, the person to pick us up is already here."
When the two of them walked out of the exit, a man who looked like a butler and two bodyguards came over to meet them. After saluting Mo Fei, he took their luggage and loaded it into the car, and then let them sit down in the car.
"Mr. Little Duke, the hotel has been booked." The butler sat in the passenger seat and turned to say.
"Very good." Mo Fei nodded, "Send us there."
The Paris International Circuit is between Paris and Lyon. The car drove all the way out of the airport and took the two to the hotel where the team was located.
They already knew the news of Leng Ran's arrival. When the two of them walked into the hotel, there were already team members coming to greet them.
"Miss, when are you going to start training?"
"tomorrow."
Leng Ran hadn't spoken yet, but he had already rushed to speak.
The staff didn't know Mo Fei and looked at Leng Ran with some confusion, "Are you sure...tomorrow?"
The official competition will be in six days, time is tight, and Leng Ran's personality has always been very hardworking.
"I……"
"Tomorrow!" Mo Fei raised his hand to support Leng Ran's arm, "You must have a good rest tonight so that you have the energy to start training tomorrow."
"Okay." Leng Ran shrugged, "Tomorrow."
The staff member nodded, "I'll take you to your room first and then make arrangements."
Several people walked into the elevator together, Leng Ran crossed his arms and frowned.
The pain in her lower abdomen is becoming more and more obvious. It is obviously a sign of dysmenorrhea. She has not had dysmenorrhea for a long time. This time... what is going on?!
