nice to drive

That night, although Ying Xiaoer pedaled the shared bicycle until his crotch was blown, but unfortunately he couldn't drive faster than his brother's Mercedes-Benz G.

In the morning, he told his brother that he was taking tutoring at school, and told his brother not to pick him up. He would go to live with a classmate around 11:30. As for why he went to live with a classmate, Ying Xiaoer said, because he had to memorize chemical formulas before going to bed. Only then can I fall asleep.

"Brother, can you recite it? You can't! I want to recite the mandarin duck style of singing and singing together!"

Ying and Jiang were packing up the listing documents without even raising their eyelids: "Get out."?

Ying Xiaoer believed that as long as he was fast enough and there was a traffic jam on the second ring road, his brother would not be able to catch up with him.

So when he was about to turn the next intersection and arrive at the school gate, he saw that his brother's car was indeed blocked on that Wenweng Road. As the coolest car in the audience, it was very eye-catching.

Ying Yujiang rolled down the car window, looked at his younger brother riding a shared bicycle with a cold face, and passed by the car with a grunt, glaring at him while still moving his feet.

Staring and staring, Ying Yuchen began to pretend to be wronged, and his mouth shrunk: "Brother..."

The guy in the car turned his head, his eyes were fixed on the dashboard, and he didn't even look at him: "Get in the car."

You should and will start to wonder what went wrong with your education.

Ying Xiaoer didn't go to school the next day, not because of his brother, but because of his own request. He called the school directly to ask for leave, and then took away his mobile phone, computer, tablet, PSP, and wireless router. , spread out on the table in the living room.

When Ying Yujiang came down the stairs, he saw Ying Xiaoer standing in front of the table, clasped his fists in his hands, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry for being with you today."

Then he looked back and saw his brother with his upper body naked, with a towel on his shoulder blades, leaning on the railing to stare at him, and shouted, "Brother! I'm going to study hard today, don't you get so angry?"

Ying Yujiang wiped the water drops off his face with a towel as he went downstairs, and said with a sneer, "You hacked He Qing's car, doesn't that count?"

Ying Xiaoer's eyes turned red, and after thinking about it, she argued again: "This was an accident, not intentional, so should it be counted here?"

Ying Yu waved the towel on his buttocks: "Get in."

"Yaoshou, you should abuse the child!"

So Ying Xiaoer sticks out his tongue, despondently, far away from his electronic equipment brothers, holding a set of three-five-one stationery boxes, and goes into his room and starts to study hard.

Sighing in my heart, it is really difficult for my brother to live a stable life.

However, Ying and Jiang wished that Ying Xiaoer could sleep in the bedroom all day, which would be better than being bored studying all day.

After checking all the documents, Ying and Jiang calculated the money in the account, settled the bills, took out the phone, found He Qing's WeChat, and sent a message.

Pangu Famous Car Museum: Hello, congratulations.I am Ying Yuchen's older brother.Last night, Ying and Chen scratched a McLaren P1 at Jiuyan Bridge, it should be your car.Please take a picture of the accident and give me an account, and I will transfer the repair money.There is labor.

Over there, He Qingzheng was bored to death at home, and saw the screen of the phone flicker, and when he opened it, it was a long message from Ying Yujiang.

Eyelids twitched, and He Qing thought about it, the maintenance fee is only a few million, and there is no need to be so serious about a little flaw.

He still wants to pay and owe him such a favor.

No Jiabei: No bank daily limit

Pangu Famous Car Museum: How much is the maintenance fee?

No plus: 1000000000000000000

Seeing that Ying Yujiang entered the words and then deleted them, and continued to type after deleting them, He Qing hugged the phone and laughed so hard that a small fang on the right side popped out.

As a result, He Qing hadn't had enough sleep in his afternoon nap, so he heard a call from someone in the group saying that the Pangu Famous Car Shop sent a car over, and it was for Young Master He by name.

He Qing was so sleepy that she woke up with fright, she didn't expect Ying Yujiang to make such a move.

He sat up suddenly, held his breath, and carefully asked with his mobile phone, "What kind of car is it?"

The moment the words came out of his mouth, he seemed to be able to hear his own deafening heartbeat in this huge room and on the huge bed.

Hearing Shao He's posture, the operator over there also cautiously and mysteriously said, "George Button."

My grass, my grass, He Qing's poor language ability was brought into full play again at this time.

So He Qing pretended to be calm and said: "Wait a moment."

Then he turned off the phone, pulled the pillow and hugged it in his arms, ravaged him happily, and knelt on the bed imitating how Lanzhou and the others looked like during the World Cup. Excited, he shouted in a low voice: "Let us congratulate the Chinese team!"

Then, He Qing calmed down, rubbed her messy hair, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone again: "Okay, I see, come to the company right away."

With a cold face, he heard a timid "hmm" from the operator over there, and then there was a burst of noise, like a circle of girls eavesdropping: "He Shao is coming in the afternoon!" "I want to go back and change clothes." ……"etc.

He Qing was speechless, hung up the phone directly, and cursed inwardly, how did this respondent know that I like his broken tank?

I didn't say it or mention it. Could it be that he saw the blindfold on the day he was hit?

It shouldn't be... He Qing touched her chin for a long time and was about to get the prosthesis out, but she still couldn't come up with an answer, her heart was itching.

Lan Zhou hadn't seen He Qing for a year or two before, and seeing him growing taller, his jaw line getting more refined, and his face getting smaller and smaller, he had doubts: "Qing'er, you, don't be angry... have you had plastic surgery? ah?"

He Qing hit him on the head with a chestnut, and touched his chin: "Come on, come on, come and try, can I cook you a dumpling?"

Returning to the car with thoughts, He Qing rolled around on the bed, relying on the size of the bed, came all over again, but still couldn't figure it out, couldn't help but took out her phone.

Bu Jiabei: Mr. Ying, how do you know that I like George Patton?

After waiting for a while, the other side replied slowly, and He Qing was so angry that he vomited blood.

Pangu Famous Car Hall: Secret.

With Bi Nima's size, her thoughts were seen through for no reason like this, she simply didn't feel safe at all.

He Qing frowned, and sent that knife-stained emoji, and Ying Yujiang sent back a kitchen knife-stained emoji.

Looking down at the phone, He Qing was about to vomit blood again, why is this person so naive, and still smaller than himself?

So He Qing followed her temperament and made a show, and directly sent it with a red lips kissing expression.

There was no reply to the message for a full minute, but He Qing was a little timid. She pressed and held the screen with her finger and was about to withdraw, but suddenly a voice came back.

This was the first voice message they sent when the two of them communicated on WeChat, and it was after they sent a kissing emoji.

He Qing didn't even dare to order it.

On that day, He Qing grabbed the quilt and covered her head, lying on the bed, opened the large curtain with fringe and fringe, and quietly revealed a pair of peach blossom eyes, then quietly clicked on the voice, and raised the phone to her ear.

The eyes reflect the winter rain in Chengdu outside the window.

He heard Ying and General's deep and magnetic voice, familiar but slightly soft tone, whispered: "Because last year, I saw you tweeted about a George Patton."

On that day, Ying Yujiang's voice poured into He Qing's throat like strong wine, making his eyes watery, his head dizzy, and his chest and abdomen exploded into bright fireworks.

"You speak hard enough,"

Ying and Jiang continued to speak, lowering the volume: "Say it, it's very beautiful."

That afternoon, the operator of Jiabei Group answered Young Master He's call again, and he seemed a little flattered, because usually Young Master He would not make this front desk call.

He Qing's clear voice came from the phone: "Is Pangu still there?"

The operator nodded: "It's still there!"

He Qing asked again: "Is their boss here? It's just a very tall one, 1.9 meters by visual inspection..."

She looked around and squinted at the Pangulai employees: "No way, these guys are not tall..."

He Qing said "hmm" and said, "That's fine, I won't be here in the afternoon. After the formalities are completed, you can ask someone to drive the car to my house. Hang up."

Sitting up from the bed, He Qing felt that he was in a good mood today. He even made a profit of 200 million by cutting a car. Isn't it worth it?

But, it seems that his more joy now... comes from the fact that George Patton is Ying Yujiang's car, and Ying Yujiang said that to him.

How could he say that to himself?

Thinking about it, He Qing blushed, and, just now, she even made an appointment with Ying and Future to accompany her on a test drive.

After Ying Yujiang said that, He Qing responded with a voice: "At seven o'clock, I will send you the address of my community. Let me try it. If something goes wrong with me, you can't afford it."

After about ten minutes, Ying Yujiang came back with a message, a simple "OK."

Another half an hour later, He Qing got up to look for clothes to wear, rummaged through the cloakroom, and finally found a coat she was satisfied with and put it on, and picked out a pair of black Martin boots flirtatiously.

Pulling open the mirror to take a look, you can see the slender legs, the looming waist under the short sweater, and the clean shirt with the collar turned out. He Qing scratched his head and posed in the mirror again, very satisfied.

He lamented this figure and appearance again, and shouted in his heart: Young Master He!male model!International male model!

In the next second, He Qing was hiding in the closet, using his mobile phone to browse Moments. After all, he was still vaguely deciding whether to send him a message or not.

Swipe out a small video that should be sent to this old man.

It seems that it was taken in front of the French windows of the living room at home. In the video, there is a drizzle of rain, and water droplets slide down from the glass window in strings, converging into streams, like mountain streams.

The text is accompanied by: It is raining in Chengdu.

When we met, it was at the entrance of He Qingjia Community. The community of single-family villas generally has relatively few people. If they are not residents, if the security guards do not let them through, they will have to get out of the car and walk for a long time to find them.

On the other hand, Young Master He felt awkward and didn't want Ying Yujiang to know which building his house was, so he also walked out step by step, leisurely, Ying Yujiang pressed the wiper on the car and waited for almost 10 minutes.

The George Patton car was parked at the intersection where the community turned left, and He Qing was holding an umbrella, stepping on the puddles with every step, splashing rain on his boots, and smiling as he saw it.

When he finished stepping on the puddle under his feet, he raised his eyes and saw the headlights of the George Patton lighted up, and the sound of starting roared like a beast roaring in a rainy night.

He Qing thought, what the fuck, I met love around the corner.