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"Xiaozhou, you friend, are you okay?"

Taking off the stethoscope in his hand, Dr. Xie smiled kindly, stretched out his hand and patted the smiling congratulatory man sitting on the bench: "This young man is in very good health, young man, he is so energetic!"

He Qing's eyelids twitched, she nodded with a smile, the mole at the end of her eye trembled slightly, and said in a cute voice, "Thank you, doctor."

Then he stood up, took the ticket on the table, took the prescription slip, pulled Lan Zhou who was stunned by the side, pushed and dragged him out of the clinic, closed the door, and smiled: "Let's go first, thank you!"

After closing the door, He Qing immediately turned around and pinched Lanzhou's small face: "Are you fucking expecting me to get sick?"

Lan Zhou didn't dare to speak until he came out of the consulting room, and turned his head away to avoid him pinching him. He was unhappy when he heard He Qing's words: "What are you talking about?"

Feng's eyes widened, and He Qing stretched out her hand to pinch him again: "You called me early in the morning and asked me to come to Huaxi, I thought you were sick!"

Lanzhou's mouth was pinched, and he said sullenly: "I, Nima... I even made a fuss with a buddy in the early morning and asked him to find a relationship to hang up..."

He Qing is about to be laughed out of anger, what's the matter.

After he figured it out last night, he went home and fell into bed with a burst of excitement. He figured out why he was so interested in correspondence and generals in the first place, why he was reluctant to take revenge on him, and why he didn't dare to click on his Moments every day. Praise, why would you ask him to accompany me to do my favorite thing, parentheses, and drive as soon as I have nothing to do.

Even if that George Button was just an excuse, even if it wasn't the George Button he liked, it was Jordan Button, Jack Button, or Mike Button.

But it's just tempting... If you have a heart, think about it, it should be... forget it.

I don't know why such a complicated thing as feelings becomes more complicated in front of such a simple person as He Qing.

He felt that it was necessary to consult Fengtang, but he had no idea whether a playboy like Fengtang was sincere to anyone.

So after He Qing tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, hugging the pillow and ravaging her, she took out her phone and sent Lanzhou a WeChat message.

Bu Jiabei: Lan Lan, my heart beats so fast

Lan Zhou drank some wine that night, and his mind was a little not sober. He woke up at one or two o'clock. He turned on his phone and saw that it was a message from Congratulations. The first reaction in his mind was to find a doctor, while thinking about it Which friend around me can help make an appointment with Huaxi, and reply to the news with half-open eyelids.

Lanzhou:? ? ?

No Jiabei: thump thump thump thump thump thump thump bang bang

Lanzhou grabbed the phone and was taken aback for a moment, "Fuck, it's so serious!"

The mobile phone was tuned to the main page, he found a number and called it, and after a few beeps, the answer was answered in seconds, and the voice sounded like he was still having a good time in the bar.

There was a lot of voices over there, and Lan Zhou had to perk up his ears to hear clearly what the other side was saying.

"Damn, you kid still want to call me?"

Lanzhou squinted his eyes, and after explaining with all his strength that he wanted to get an early-morning account of Cardiology and Lung Science, he hung up the phone in a daze.

So early in the morning, He Qing was pushed into the cardiopulmonary clinic with a confused face, and then came out with a smile on her face.

Two days later, when Fengtang heard about this, he was in the office of Jiabei Group and almost spit out a sip of tea.

He Qing looked at him coldly and laughed wildly after hammering the table.

After laughing, Fengtang trembled, as if thinking of something, he moved closer to congratulate him, and whispered: "Heartbeat?"

It sounded like it was licking his ear.

He Qing is a thin-skinned person who blushes easily, raised her hand and pushed him with an elbow, snorting, "Remember to keep a distance from me now, I'm very sensitive right now."

This time, Changfengtang stared at He Qingyitong, stunned: "Qing'er, can the word sensitive be used indiscriminately? Are you crazy?"

He Qing was sad, and said sullenly: "The meat is too hard, I can't bite it."

"This is because your skills are not enough, look at me!"

After finishing this sentence, Fengtang grabbed He Qing's shoulder, trying to whisper in his ear, but He Qing hid with a look of disgust, and scolded him: "Bie Nima blows!"

Blowing in the ear is really enough, the surname Shan has used Fengtang, childish or not, is it so comfortable?

He Qing felt that following Fengtang and Lanzhou's talk about him and Ying and General didn't make any sense at all. After thinking about it for a while, he tried to change the subject, but Fengtang said for no reason: "I heard from the people at the North Gate that Shanjiang don't miss six Phaetons." , the answer and the general are blocked at the second ring?"

With a shudder in his heart, He Qing didn't raise his eyes when he heard this, and lowered his head to play with the tea bag: "Oh, he said it's blocked?"

Fengtang said: "It is said that there is a traffic jam, at least there are six cars..."

He Qing gritted her teeth: "Isn't it? They are lined up in three characters, just like a funeral."

Feng Tang laughed and said with a smile: "Your fucking mouth is the worst!"

After thinking for a long time, I still felt uncomfortable, He Qing said without thinking: "He didn't get blocked."

Fengtang was stunned, took another sip of tea, and swallowed it: "Fuck me? Didn't it get blocked?"

Not wanting to explain further, He Qing nodded, with a gloomy expression on her face, and sneered: "It's been so many years, and my ability hasn't improved much, but I'm good at bragging."

Not only did he not get blocked, but he was also thrown away very badly. The driver sent over was so stupid, he had no eyesight, and he knew how to chase blindly when he went on the rampage. It's a fucking luck that he didn't catch up with the tail, otherwise the congratulations would be sure To get off the car, wait for him to get off the car, it's not that simple.

There is a knife on the prefix of Ninja, and he can bear the congratulations in the mall, but no one in the Chengdu car circle will let him congratulate him three-pointed. If the surname Shan knocks him out of trouble that night, what kind of business will he do? ?

Besides, taking a step back, what is the Second Ring Road Elevated, the key municipal projects, the lifeblood of Chengdu's traffic, and the bus routes are all unique in the country.

At that time, no one can fucking escape.

Those who want to force foreign businessmen from Beijing to use this stupid method to make cars in Chengdu really can't afford to lose face.

He Qing took out a cigarette, remembered the company's ban on smoking, and put it back in his pocket resentfully: "Okay, I didn't go there much at the north gate, so keep an eye on it."

Feng Tang clenched his hands into fists, especially if he must win: "Cheng, if Ying Yujiang is dealt with, I will tell you as soon as possible!"

He Qing didn't react for a while, thinking that Fengtang had seen through her thoughts, raised her eyebrows and said, "Tell me why?"

Feng Tang said: "Celebrate, celebrate!"

Her throat choked, but He Qing didn't raise her breath.

In the past, Fengtang said that He Qing belonged to him, he didn't want to give one candy, and he was not interested in giving a few more.But if he roasted the big pile of sugar with a flame and let the high temperature melt it, he would keep it.If I don't feed one day, I promise to hug you and mess around with you.

He Qing is milky and stubborn, she has been intimidating since she was a child, she has no concept of feelings, and not everyone can flirt with her.

He Qing felt that this passage was very accurate and summed it up better than he thought, so he kept it in mind.

He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and changed the remarks of Ying and Jiang from the ruthless "Pangu famous car shop owner" to the flame icon on the emoji.

After He Qing became enlightened, all kinds of things in the past, what should be done and what should be done for him, and who would give him a car, all kinds of scenes flashed in his mind for a while, and his heart was as hot as a winter kang.

I heard that people in the north sleep on kangs... yes, Ying and Jiang are sleeping on his heart right now.

Damn, congratulations, you can't do that, can you?

He was so full of inner drama that he couldn't believe that he could say such nasty words, so he shook his head and wanted to get rid of this pretentiousness.

After Fengtang was chased away by herself, He Qing went to the cloakroom of the office, picked out a casual outfit and changed into it, and tried hard to accept the fact that she seemed to be bent, but it was a bit unacceptable.

He was originally a tangled personality. Apart from being bold and decisive in business, he rarely encountered such difficult situations, so he had to hypnotize himself repeatedly, maybe it was just a momentary impulse.

Yes, the impulse goose already.

Jiabei Group got off work early today, because the winter solstice is also considered a new year. According to the custom in the southern Sichuan area, they have to drink mutton soup.

The mutton soup every year, the aunt at home makes it very delicious. The soup is delicious and the meat is delicious. The dipping sauce is also minced millet and spicy.

This year, He Qing said hello in advance and asked Auntie to save a big bowl.

He Qing held the phone and a spoon to taste the salt, nodded with satisfaction and handed the spoon to the auntie, picked up the phone to send a WeChat message to Ying and Jiang.

No Gabe: Can you post a selfie?

He knew that his tone was very straight, but he just couldn't help wanting to save a photo of Ying Yujiang. He had almost scoured his circle of friends and couldn't find a real face.

Candid photos are too vulgar, I, Young Master He, are aboveboard, and I want it directly.

Pangu Famous Car Museum: I don’t have that habit.

After reading the news, He Qing was a little angry. Thinking about it, she was not obliged to show her face.

But He Qing was still angry, sulky, picked up the big bowl of mutton soup left over, thinking that he might as well drink it all by himself.

After a while, seeing that He Qing hadn't moved for a long time, Ying and the general over there knew that He Qing had committed a crime again without guessing.

He Qing's mobile phone flashed for a moment, and then swiped open the screen, and the boss on the WeChat chat interface took a selfie of Ying and Jiang.

It was taken with Apple's original front-facing camera, and the picture quality is not particularly clear. The man on the screen raised one eyebrow, with sharp edges, and the distance between the eyebrows is not wide. You can feel it on the screen.

He has a high bridge of nose, and the contour of the knife-sharpened jaw can be seen clearly even with his head raised slightly.

And, the slightly raised Adam's apple in the neck.

Damn... I took a selfie and looked like a dog, so fucking handsome.

Before, I only thought that I should look good, and I would be bad, but now I look more and more beautiful.

Surely I didn't press the original picture to send it.He Qing thought about it for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​looking for Zhang Yuantu again, and didn't want to show herself too much.

After getting the photos, I was satisfied, and after confirming that Ying and Jiang would be in Pangu, the congratulations were as if they had been spat out, and with a "ow", they went to the kitchen and brought out three thermos buckets, and quickly packed them up.

When he changed his shoes and went out, Father He and Mother He were still eating at the dining table. Before he had time to worry about what he was yelling in the kitchen, he saw him carrying three thermos buckets and sneaking out through the hallway. Mother He raised her eyebrows: "Son, where are you going?"

He Qing was about to sneak off and get caught, but she still answered seriously: "Send soup."

He's father has been focusing on eating and doesn't want to talk to him. When the congratulations came out, he kept acting coquettishly to grind He's mother's temper: "Mom, you don't know. I have a friend who lives alone in Chengdu. It's the New Year's Eve... No, for those who are young during Chinese New Year, they can’t even eat mutton soup, isn’t it too miserable?”

When Mother He heard this, her heart softened.

When his family was happy, with He Qing's description, He Qing's mother felt that He Qing's friend was the most miserable in the Guinness Book of World Records. Poor parents in the world, no one can bear the pain of their children leaving their hometowns. .

His father was lowering his head to pick up the rice, and said in a gloomy voice, "He Qing, I will give you a minute, don't even think about going out until you disappear."

Mother He looked at him in surprise: "My son didn't mess with you!"

Seeing that his parents were a little angry, He Qing tried to suppress his anger, knowing that his mother loved him all the time, and his father might be a little bit more, so he quickly persuaded: "Okay, I'll do it right away." , the speed of light disappears."

Today, on Tuesday, I picked out the cheaper Audi R8 to go out for the consecration, and the dazzling purple became a beautiful landscape on the traffic road. Many people looked sideways at him along the way, and they were a little embarrassed to see the congratulations. Once again, he scolded himself secretly for being so coquettish.

The three thermos buckets were placed on the co-pilot, and He Qing glanced at them while waiting for the red light.

It looks warm.

His house is very close to the airport road, and he arrived in a short time. When He Qing stopped at the entrance of the parking lot, he didn't know if it was because of nervousness or something. Today's technology is a bit weak, and he couldn't reach the machine for picking up the card even if he stretched his hand. I had no choice but to loosen my seat belt and open the door to get it.

Before he could stand up, the car shrugged suddenly, sending chills down his back.

Damn, what was I really doing today, I was so busy stepping on the brakes that I fucking forgot to put on the idle gear.

After He Qing changed gears, she got out again, and subconsciously looked around to see if there was anyone around. It's really embarrassing.

With a glance, he saw his new sweetheart, a few star-eyed little girls standing beside him, wearing a windbreaker and wearing a pair of suede motorcycle boots, standing at the gate of the garage staring at him .

Although those little girls were obviously flashing the stars at He Qing, but He Qing was still uncomfortable.

It is estimated that he parked the car and was not in gear just now and was seen. He Qing suddenly felt that he was clumsy in everything, and his temper was also on his head.

This kind of Audi is not uncommon in Chengdu, but the color of He Qing is particularly conspicuous, and the license plate is even more awesome, Sichuan A000R8, which is not easy to get. The sharp-eyed security at the door saw it, and there was a roar in the WeChat group ,friends!Young Master He is here!

Such a voice provoked several employees to come out to watch, and even Ying Yujiang followed.

He Qing got out of the car and locked the door, picked up the three thermos buckets and hesitated for a while, and even wanted to throw the matter away, but kept convincing herself that everyone is here, everyone is here.

Ying and Jiang glanced at him, and walked upstairs to the office with congratulations.

When he put the two barrels into Ying Yujiang's hands, his expression was not very good: "Then what, my family has cooked too much, you can take it."

Ying Yujiang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't ask him why he was angry. Seeing that he was lying when he sent it all the way, he almost wanted to reach out and rub He Qing's hairy head.

Ying Yujiang took it over, said "thank you" in a low voice, tried the weight, and it was quite heavy.

His eyes flicked between the two, and Ying and Jiang raised their eyebrows and said, "Three buckets?"

He Qing felt that he knew what he was asking, so he gouged out Ying Yujiang's eyes, and the tear mole on his face added an inexplicable taste, which was very attractive.

He Qing didn't answer, took a bucket, opened the lid, and a burst of fragrance wafted out. He felt better and asked, "Do you have chopsticks?"

Ying and Jiang took out a set of tableware that was as clean as new from the cabinet, and handed out the chopsticks to He Qing to fish for the mutton.

Ying Yujiang said: "I usually use it, and it is sterilized at high temperature every day, you..."

Fuck me, Ying and Jiang will still eat in the staff canteen, a good boss in the new era.

With a squint, He Qing's face was buried in the neckline of the turtleneck sweater, her face was flushed red by the heating, and she took the chopsticks over when she heard the words, and said with a frown, "Thank you, Mr. Ying."

The winter night was heavy, and the bitter cold wind on Airport Road that night seemed to be a little less than usual.

But the wind on Wenweng Road was very strong, even if it was big, it was extremely cold, colder than Ying Xiaoer's heart.

He watched his brother get off from a cool and flamboyant Audi R8, and the car was parked sideways at the gate of their school. It was too eye-catching for the self-study time next night, and a bunch of classmates gathered around to watch.

Ying Yuchen has been in contact with cars since he was a child, and he didn't have much experience. He only felt that the license plate number was awesome, and he didn't dare to ask his brother who drove the car.

He opened the thermos with joy, and the smile on his face instantly collapsed: "I, I thought it was dumplings!"

Ying Yujiang reached out and pinched the back of his neck, and said with a rare gentle smile: "Do as the Romans do, take it back to the dormitory and eat."

After Ying Yuchen complained about the difficulty of the homework, the large quantity, and the arduous task, the above behavior can actually be called selling miserably, he shook the thermos, satisfied with the amount of mutton inside, and suddenly remembered something , staring at his brother: "Brother, where are the chopsticks?"

Ying Yujiang's face was cold, remembering that he said that he didn't like meat, he used chopsticks to pick all the meat to He Qing before eating, and then he finished the soup in one gulp.

He said lightly: "Forgot."

Ying Yuchen gritted his teeth, usually when his brother would bring him something from time to time, everything would be well-prepared, how could he be sending soup this time without chopsticks?

Ying and Jiang saw that the expression on Ying Xiaoer's face changed, and he comforted him, "Grab it."

"..."

Sitting in the car, He Qing frowned, wanting to laugh out loud.

All the lights in this Audi have been turned off, only the dashboard is still a little light. The two brothers are standing far away, but they are both standing under the streetlight at the school gate. He can clearly see the expression on Ying Xiaoer's face Chu.

Ying Yuchen stared at his brother for a while, trying to find out the flaws, and then looked around at the thermos bucket in his hand. The workmanship of this bucket alone is very fine, and there are some landscapes, flowers and birds carved on the body of the bucket, which definitely does not look cheap. Brand goods.

And they didn't invite aunts in their family. It's so fragrant, it doesn't seem like his brother can make it, and his family eats dumplings during the winter solstice.

In this way, his brother must be in a bit of a situation.

Ying Xiaoer felt that he was so clever that he still wanted to hide it from him, so he raised his head and said, "Brother, who gave it to you?"

Ying Yu's eyelids twitched, and he didn't hide it: "Congratulations."

"..."

At this moment, Ying Xiaoer, apart from wanting to return the bucket of soup to his brother, also felt that it would be better not to ask if he had asked.