nice to drive

"Mr. Ying..."

Xiao Zeng, who stood by the side without recovering, looked at He Qing's back, and said awkwardly, "This... I look pretty good, right?"

With the utility knife in his hand, Ying and Jiang walked around the workshop with eyes full of peacock blue.

Ying and Jiang said in a deep voice, "It's not posted properly."

In the evening of that day, Xiao Zeng just watched her boss tear off the invisible car cover of the 812 Superfast and put it back on again.

The Jiuyan Bridge at night is full of feasting lights and colorful neon lights. There are many young people in the street who are drunk and support each other in twos and threes.

This is the gathering place of bars in Chengdu. There are many hot pot restaurants next to the bars. There are not a few young people who come here for after-dinner entertainment, and the parking spaces on the street are full.

Fengtang and their cars are different from those hundreds of thousands of trots, they usually park here and call the security guards to pull up the cordon to guard them, or drive farther away to park in a private garage.

But today they are mainly to accompany their congratulations. This person named him not to go to a place like Space or Lan Kwai Fong. When they met, they looked gloomy. thing.

He Qing tightly held the McLaren's ultra-light car keys in his pocket, and it would be terrible if this thing fell hard.

Today he only put on a hooded sweater, dark blue, with two straps around the neckline, he looks like a high school student.

But wearing so little, compared to Lanzhou's jacket and Fengtang's windbreaker, both of them feel cold for him.

He Qing turned his head to look at the crowds of people in the roadside bar, his perfect profile was vaguely outlined under the shadow of the street lamp, a little impatient: "Hey, hurry up."

Feng Tang was taking out a cigarette from the trunk, and handing it to Lan Zhou, still biting the filter: "Qinger, you are urging your life... the car is parked on the side of the road, I see who you can ask for compensation if it gets scratched."

"Smoking while driving, it won't burn you to death..." Lan Zhou slapped him on the back, and said cheerfully.

Looking coldly at the two of them going crazy, He Qing drooped her eyes: "I'm annoying."

"What's the matter, tell me, didn't you accompany VIVA to buy Martha today?"

Fengtang was unpacking the cigarette case on the side, and asked him.

He Qing said: "I've decided to retreat and practice next week."

Otherwise, the man I met everywhere I went, met in Jingang, bought a car with a woman, would it be annoying, annoying or not!

But if he doesn't move the car for a week, he will probably rust himself.

He Qing suddenly remembered something, stared and said: "My 812, why did you send it to Pangu for me?"

"It's a good post there...I..."

Looking at his eyes, Feng Tang felt a little embarrassed for no reason. Young Master He is usually flirtatious and out of shape, but when he is serious, he can still scare people: "I heard that it is well posted there."

"Forget it," He Qing sighed, "Don't send Pangu off next time."

This time, Changfengtang looked confused: "Didn't the surname Ying be stabbed by the surname Shan? Do you still hold grudges?"

Damn, luckily I didn't provoke He Qing.

From childhood to adulthood, he knows He Qing very well. This person can remember a little problem for several years. Although he is very kind-hearted, he will directly mess with you when he has a big problem.

Don't talk about congratulations on minor ailments, just hold back, hold back until the end of time, hold back until every time you see him, you will cowardly.

He Qing stared back: "You idiot, it was his brother who was stabbed!"

Feng Tang rubbed his chin: "That's revenge... If you still disagree with that surname, should I trip him up? Or let him close the garage?"

He Qing became worried, and said in a low voice: "What kind of door is closed..."

Seeing his appearance of answering irrelevant questions, Fengtang did not chase after him. The three of them really put the million-dollar sports car on the side of the road and got into a bar with special decoration on the side of the road.

This shop is newly opened, and the owner is from the car circle.

It adopts a modern and interesting style, and all the decorations look like pure art, the wine is all foreign, and there are all kinds of colors, which just suits He Qing's preferences.

The main color of the store's decoration is bright red and purple, and the lights shine down on the faces of people in the store, which is full of ambiguity, which is called colorful.

He Qing is nourished by this treasure of geomantic omen in Chengdu, she looks fair, with a natural handsome peach blossom face, attracting countless people, every time someone wants to strike up a conversation, Fengtang turns her body sideways and directly blocks her back.

At first Fengtang said: "Qing'er, if there is someone you like, just tell me, and I will let him go!"

The first time I was approached in a bar was in junior high school, three young children, plus a few classmates in the class at that time, it was strange to stumble into the bar.

He Qing has good eyes since he was a child, and he turned around curiously, and was frequently covered by Fengtang: "Don't fucking look at people in the bar."

It's true that I'm not in high spirits tonight, and He Qing keeps her head down.

His lips are naturally bright red, his jawline is exquisite and sexy, and he is turning the unlit big nine with his fingertips, and the tails of his eyes are more and more pointed from the angle of his downcast eyes.

He was simply in a bad mood and bored for no reason today, and asked his iron buddies to accompany him to have fun.

But he is also boring, what kind of fun can he have, he doesn't like to meet new friends if he doesn't have sex, except for the car, it's the company, most of the friends in the car circle will call He Shao He Shao when they meet each other, and say in a joking tone that he is sharp revealing.

And He Qing especially disliked the person who stuck to him.

Sometimes he even feels that apart from Lanzhou and Fengtang, no friends really like him.

Before the cigarette at the fingertips was turned enough, He Qing was stabilized by a strange man beside him, who insisted on lighting him a cigarette.

He Qing is still stupid, squinting a pair of hazy eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his movements are handsome, waiting for the fire to come.

Beside him, Fengtang was quick-eyed and quick-witted, he shook off the male publicist next to him, reached out his hand to block the man, turned sideways forcefully, grabbed someone's windproof lighter on the stage, and moved over to give some congratulations.

The man suddenly pushed Fengtang's hand away, clutching his own lighter, watched the fireworks rise high, put them in front of He Qing, and went to light He Qing's Da Chong Jiu.

Lan Zhou was closing his eyes and looking up, drinking a big cup in one go, seeing this scene, immediately realized what was going on, and shouted: "Don't move!"

This newly opened bar is not big, and the whole crowd around the counter stopped moving when they heard this movement.

Now even the disco dancers on the bar stopped dancing, the DJ stopped the music, and everyone stretched their necks to look at the table.

There were a few people who danced happily, and probably often hang out and play games. They recognized Fengtang at a glance, and they were bold enough to yell at the side: "Hey! Isn't that cousin's!"

Facing those who greeted, Feng Tang turned his head and stared at the man with a provocative tone: "Do you all know me?"

Stretching his hand over He Qing's shoulder, Lan Zhou quickly took off his coat and covered He Qing's face, glaring at the man who insisted on lighting He Qing's cigarette, and cursed: "Hurry up and get out!"

The man was taken aback, looking at this posture, he was a sensible person, and he knew what he had been doing for a long time, and even murmured a few words, "I'm so lucky", covered his face and went out to the back door of the bar.

Seeing that the man had left, Fengtang didn't care about it.

After all, this bar is also opened by a friend, he greeted the surroundings with a smile: "It's alright, alright, let's continue..."

There were also a few people who were scattered around the stage, discussing in low voices and glancing this way. Before the sky-high anger subsided, Lan Zhou shouted: "Don't look this way if you have nothing to do. !"

He Qing was covered by a jacket and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why couldn't she light a cigarette?

The air in the bar was already a little more stuffy than outside, but it was covered by clothes, and He Qing was about to suffocate, so he pulled his clothes and said, "Fuck, what the hell is going on..."

Fengtang took a sip of the wine, added a few ice cubes in it: "He Xiaochunqing, brother won't play with you next time."

With a cold snort, He Qing turned her eyes away from him, but still couldn't help but ask, "Why are you two so angry?"

"Do you know what it means to light a cigarette here?"

Glancing at him, Fengtang tapped the acrylic tabletop covered with gold powder with his fingers, "Are you stupid and waiting for someone to order?"

He Qing was dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

"He wants to be with you," Fengtang leaned closer to his ear, and blew, "Go to bed..."

Being molested by Fengtang, an unscrupulous person, he was so excited, a little embarrassed, and said with a handsome face, "I don't know him."

Feng Tang secretly sighed in his heart, blamed He Qing for being too outstanding, and also blamed himself and Lan Zhou for protecting He Qing so well in love and bed for so many years.

He picked up a piece of ice and added it to the wine, but couldn't pick up a piece after holding it for a long time. He was a little annoyed: "What's wrong with the stranger? Haven't you heard of dating?"

He Qing had a sting in her throat, she had heard of it, but never heard of it being so blunt and open to all eyes?

He Qing retorted: "But I'm a big man..."

After finally adding the ice, Feng Tang sipped the rim of the glass with a very serious expression.

"Let me tell you, Qing'er, it's only tall and handsome like you who are easy to attract men... I think that man is a bit of a bitch, I guess he is a 0... Hey, Qing'er, Did you check what it means?"

The blue veins on the forehead were about to pop out, He Qing only felt that his face turned white and red alternately: "Check it out."

Seeing that he was not disgusted, Fengtang continued to babble: "You don't know, there are a lot of 0's now, and I just like 1's like you, youthful, handsome and young."

He Qing took a choked breath, feeling inexplicably curious about the secrets in this area.

He turned back and forth in his mind, and couldn't help asking: "Then, that kind, the one that is especially manly, the one with all the tendons, and the one that is extremely fierce, what is it?"

"This kind, 1!"

Fengtang clapped his hands and laughed, thought for a while, and added: "Extremely fierce? He should be more imposing, right? This kind of man is invincible in the gay circle... and ah, not only 0, but even 1 can sleep .”

Congratulations has been confused: "Can 1 sleep with 1?"

Feng Tang touched the back of his head: "Why not, just be happy."

After saying this, he went to take a peek at He Qing's expression, seeing that his mouth was dry with embarrassment, he said cheerfully, "Qing'er, have you enlightened?"

Seeing Fengtang's brat looking like he was about to bend his congratulations, Lanzhou sighed in his heart, turned the dice in his hand round and round, and finally got the smallest number, couldn't help but said: " Stop it, tell him what the hell, he's a baby, he can't understand."

Fengtang was dissatisfied: "There will come a day, even if you are with a woman, you have to know some skills, don't you?"

Lanzhou scolded: "You are so fucking ambitious, and you still want to teach him skills!"

Fengtang shrank his neck and howled: "Teach me! I didn't say that..."

In the following time, the little Jiujiu in He Qing's heart was in a commotion, he couldn't listen to what Fengtang was muttering, "It's too troublesome to fall in love with a girl!" "Lanzhou, do you want to try it?" Yunyun.

Then Lanzhou shouted violently: "Get out!"

He Qing didn't even bother to raise her eyelids. Hearing that the DJ cut another song behind him, the disc player twisted his waist and shook his head. He Qing felt that a wave of evil fire was about to be released, and unconsciously twisted his hips.

He tilted his head back and poured a glass of GIMLET, and licked his lips. The wine was pungent and sour in his throat, and it rushed to the top of his head to bubble.

This Nima, what's the matter.Ever since he met Ying Yujiang, he felt that his life was becoming more and more exciting day by day, and he had to be curious about some people and things that usually would not attract his attention.

Just curious, probably.

Such as modification, such as those professional terms in the gay circle, such as man and man, such as Fengtang's love life.

Looking at Fengtang's virtue, he is used to it.He Qing herself doesn't have any relationship history, but Fengtang's love history is simply the love history of the Roman Empire.

Every time Fengtang mentions a man, He Qing would stop him and say, "It's worth it, don't mention the name, tell me it's the hero of the story."

Just looking around here, he suddenly noticed a group of young people.

It's a group of high school students, and their mother is wearing school uniforms, but the school uniforms are different, it is estimated that they are gathered from various schools.

In this group of children, the girls are all pure and innocent, some with bangs and ponytails, and the boys are still carrying Adidas Nike schoolbags, with a pair of AJs on their feet, no cigarettes on their mouths, just drinking one cup at a time Pour wine into your mouth.

Why does one person look so familiar... Damn, isn't this Ying Xiaoer?

He was too familiar with that milky face.

He Qing flipped through Ying and Jiang's circle of friends every day if he had nothing to do, and he could read it [-] times if he flipped left and right.

Besides, being beaten by Ying Yuchen was because Ying Yuchen pretended to be innocent, with a pure face, and looked too unworthy of a beating. So, can he not remember this face deeply?

He Qing stared at Ying Xiaoer's unrestrained expression of drinking foreign wine and white wine, and gritted his teeth: "Fuck...you're going to catch me, this kid."

Lanzhou watched He Qing staring over there, thought he was looking at some girl, remembered He Qing's first love, and stretched out his arms to embrace him: "Qing'er, remember the glorious past?"

"Recalling the past, the flames of war are raging... Quick, give me my phone!"

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Lanzhou naturally understood that He Qing was in a hurry, and while taking out He Qing's mobile phone, he said to him, "Damn it, you can't do it, can you, Qinger?"

He Qing turned on the camera, adjusted the focus to Ying Yuchen, looked at Lan Zhou who was in the way, and cursed: "Go away, don't block me from taking pictures."

Then with a click, I saved it and adjusted a filter to circle Ying Xiaoer's correct posture with a red line.

Open WeChat, find Ying and Jiang's numbers, and press send.

No gabbe: [image]

Bu Jiabei: Do you think it is your brother?

Congratulations was overwhelmed, and she sent a location by the way, her eyes overflowed with joy, which made Lanzhou surprised: "No, you still took a sneak shot? You are interested, I will help you get the number!"

He Qing stared at the screen, lit a cigarette, and smiled so happily that he couldn't hide it.

After a while, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and as if his wish had been fulfilled, He Qing swiped open to take a look.

Pangu Famous Car Hall: Thank you.

The next second, he looked up at the group of high school students, and saw Ying Xiaoshou frantically picking up the ringing phone, looking around in a panic.

He Qing suddenly pulled Lan Zhou to block him, he turned his head away, covered his mouth and suppressed a smile.

When he turned his head again, he saw Ying Xiaoer drank the remaining small cup of mixed wine on the table in one go, and made a toast one by one.

He Qingxin said, this brat has a good drinker and is quite sensible.

Then Ying Xiaoer let out a big breath, grabbed the schoolbag from the sofa, dropped half of it on his back, and rushed to the door of the bar while shouting "excuse me" as he brushed aside the crowd.

He Qing stood up suddenly and slapped Lan Zhou on the back of the head: "I'll go out for a while."

He pushed aside the crowd and shouted "Excuse me", and followed Ying Xiaoer out.

Lanzhou froze on the spot, with doubts in his heart, recalled the details just now, and scrutinized for a while, shouted: "Fuck!"

Yaoshou!He Xiaochunqing, could it be that he fell in love with that male high school student?

Lanzhou is in a mess here, and He Qing followed Ying Xiaoer all the way out of the bar, and saw Ying Xiaoer go to the bar entrance to lift a shared bicycle, unlock the phone with his phone, and lift his leg to step over. go up.

Seeing that Ying Xiaoer was in a daze and was riding wobbly, He Qing was still a little uneasy, so he quickened his pace and trotted another 30 meters with Ying Xiaoer.

Then, he saw Ying Xiaoer and rode to the side of the road where the three of them had just parked.

Probably, about, maybe because I just had a drink and my mind is not sober, the car body is a little crooked, one didn't pay attention, Ying Xiaoer didn't steer steadily, and even the person and the bicycle fell directly on the congratulatory McLaren p1.

He Qing: "I... grass..."

Ying Yuchen: "I'll fuck it..."

Ying Yuchen picked up the bicycle abruptly, sobered up instantly as if he was not drunk, stared at the McLaren P1, and then looked at the two sports cars parked beside him.

How the hell did I just snag this one, the most expensive one!

And it feels like there are not many cars like this in Chengdu, right?

Ying Yuchen let out an "oh", like a thunderbolt, and looked left and right with his Beijing accent: "My God! My God!"

Then he carefully walked around to the front of the car, and after seeing the striking McLaren logo on the hood, he looked up to the sky and screamed: "God will kill me..."

Then he scratched his ears, and was about to take out a pen and paper from his bag to leave his phone number, he looked up guiltily and looked around, and saw the congratulations.

This person is so good-looking...why does he look familiar?

It seems that he was beaten up by his brother in Jingang that day... Damn it!If it was him, would he still run away today!

Ying's brother's one-of-a-kind character is perfectly reflected at this moment. Ying Xiaoer stepped on his long legs and immediately stepped on the bicycle. He couldn't sit still, and he only carried half of his schoolbag.

Ying Yuchen stomped on the pedal and slipped away, not at all like a drunk person, leaving He Qing in a mess.

He Qing's face turned blue, she took out her mobile phone, and took another picture of Ying Yuchen's handsome deserter's back.

No Gabe: He ran towards Hejiang Pavilion

No Jiabei: [No. xx, Taiping South New Street, Jiuyan Bridge, Jinjiang District, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province]

Pangu Famous Car Museum: Thank you.

He was so angry that Lanzhou behind him, after accepting the setting that He Qinghui fell in love with male high school students, recited "It's okay" and "Sexual freedom" a hundred times, and stumbled after him.

Lan Zhou supported his shoulders to pant, and said, "What's the matter, did you scare him away?"

He Qing's face was colder than when he first came here, and the cold wind from the north made him shiver, and he said sinisterly: "Brother, pay back the debt."

Hearing this, Lan Zhou was puzzled.