nice to drive

After realizing that she has already corresponded and will have a good impression, He Qing's three views are overturned.

He began to pay close attention to all kinds of men on the street, and everyone looked gay.

When you see a muscular man, you think it is 1, and when you see a slightly more delicate one, you think it is 0. When you meet someone who is more manly in appearance and likes to refer to orchids, the congratulations will be confused.

What a science.

But he wouldn't ask Fengtang even if he died, because when he was in high school, he was annoyed to death by those gay friends of Fengtang, and he uttered nonsense: "If I love a guy, it must be a girl." male!"

Fengtang scolded him, you hypocrite, get out of here, don't come here to tarnish this circle.

But the one he's looking at right now, he's a very masculine and pure man when viewed horizontally or vertically.

This is not lifting a stone to hit the foot, it is simply a jack.

After expressing and implying for the one hundred and first time that he was a straight man, He Qing gave up.

Forget it, isn't it just to fall in love with someone, and it doesn't have to be together, right?

Besides, He Qing always felt that Ying and Jiang didn't seem to treat him that way... like they treat him like a little brother.

I only care about whether he has eaten, whether he is dressed warmly, where he wants to go today, whether he should drive two cars, the sun is quite bright today, he is a textbook straight man.

He Qing typed a few words: Do you want to ask something else?

Ying and Jiang thought about it for a long time, and replied: Is your car good?

He Qing gritted her teeth: It's so good that I'll be able to call me daddy in a few more months

Should and will laugh.

Seeing that there was no topic to talk about again, He Qing took the initiative to mention the matter of George Button's license plate, and Ying and Jiang said that they were not in a hurry to return it.

Ying Yujiang suddenly remembered the license plate of He Qing's peacock blue Ferrari, that Sichuan AHQ20O, and asked what it meant.

Holding the phone, He Qing blushed.

That license plate was changed when he was flirting before, which means "He Qing loves you", and every time he was mentioned, he would make the people around him boo.

How young is it? Now I feel extremely ashamed when I look at it again, and I can't even say it to Ying and Jiang.

He Qing calmed down and typed: Shake it

After thinking about it, I thought it was too fake, so I deleted it and entered another sentence: I will tell you later

After he got the feeling, he didn't even dare to say a word, which made He Qing feel very bad today. When he was in a bad mood, he wanted to wash the car.

He took the water hose and rinsed it for a while, as if he was washing himself away some unclean dirt.

He had just rolled up his sleeves and plugged in the hose to wash his first love, the little Maserati. He Qing was going to drive this car around the city in the afternoon, when he found a piece of the red liver-colored paint on the rear of the car had been rubbed off. He frowned and looked at the exposed piece. The dark blue wall powder on the scar, and look at the hidden blue wall in his garage.

He Qing: "..."

Guess he rubbed his ass in his garage again when he parked the car to go home.

He Qing felt sorry for his little Martha, so he drove the car to Poly's 4S shop for repairs in the afternoon. He has signed up for this year's super SVIP insurance, and the insurance company will pay for any damage to the car.

When the manager saw that He Qing was coming, he frowned at first, and when He Qing walked in, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said "Ouch", and pushed the stool over for him to sit on.

"Young Master He! Oh, why are you here again!"

Hearing this, He Qing knew that there was something in it, and felt that every time he came to compensate him, it was a loss-making business, so he became unhappy in an instant, and asked with staring eyes: "What do you mean?"

The manager was biting his tongue: "We are destined, I was the one who received you when you came last month, and I only met once last month..."

That's right, I rubbed the ear of the car in the garage last month, and the insurance company lost thousands of dollars.

He Qing was also quite embarrassed, and his heart was full of joy. The manager probably didn't want to see him again in the future.

The man clapped his hands and asked quite seriously: "Young Master He, is it a matter of spreading children this time?"

He Qingchunliang smiled: "The garage, my butt is broken."

It was obvious that his face turned pale, and he might be cursing in his heart: "Oh! I'm afraid Mr. He was joking, why is the garage always..."

"There is something wrong with your reversing system."

He Qing stood up, patted his pants, "Fix it."

After the formalities were completed and the compensation amount was settled, He Qing sat down for a while and called the company to ask them to drive his Ferrari 812 Superfast to Poly.

Suddenly he really wanted to take the subway, but it was a bit lonely by himself.

He Qing took out her phone, swiped the screen, flipped through the address book, and tried her best not to look at the small cluster of fire on the top.

But those small flames were reflected in He Qing's eyes, as if they had ignited a prairie fire.

He Qing was taken aback, feeling a little lonely, thinking that she should block her way back.

The Chengdu subway has been in operation for so long, and there is a special line to Shuangliu Airport, and I have never taken the subway.

He remembered that he had seen a Chengdu subway card in the center console of Ying Yujiang's Mercedes-Benz big G where the water was released. The pattern was a panda eating bamboo.

The moment he recalled these details, He Qing was a little depressed, feeling that Ying Yujiang seemed to be a different person from the same world as him.

His cars are all sports cars, and they are all colorful, shiny and brilliant.

Last year, the Jiabei Group held a demonstration event. Young Master He's luxury cars were parked in the courtyard, and they looked like the seven fairies descending from the sun in the sun.

On the other hand, Ying and Jiang are equally expensive, but he only has a George Patton and a Mercedes-Benz G, both of which are matte black.

It was rumored that Pangu's Ying always had a million-dollar Maybach S-class, which was probably bought for business and to pick up customers.

Low-key, luxurious, and tasteful are Ying Zong's favorites.

That day, he and Ying and Jiang ate mutton soup in silence in the office, only to realize that Ying and Jiang usually eat staff meals with their employees.

What about congratulations?

In addition to eating at home, when it comes to eating, there are revolving restaurants, five-star buffets, Ludao International at noon, and Yanlord Land in the evening.

One year, while eating at the revolving restaurant on the 339 TV tower, He Qing drank some red wine and put her head up. Staring at the beautiful night view of Chengdu outside the window, her head was a little dizzy. She called the waiter and asked, can you turn slowly?

Damn it, Fengtang and Lanzhou laughed at him for two years.

Ying and Jiang value love and righteousness, they have a precious younger brother, he can only congratulate him when he is young, and the three of them spend their days drinking and drinking, they are heartless.

The difference, He Qing felt that when he was in front of Ying and Jiang, he looked like an ultimate nouveau riche with nowhere to hide.

When he was in distress, the people from the Maserati 4S store came over with a tray to bring him snacks and drinks, and put a Maserati magazine on the table by the way.

The congratulations were boring, so I casually flipped through the inside page to take a look, oh fuck, isn't this Pangu's advertisement?

The board is clean, it is the name of Pangu Famous Motorcycle Museum and the main business it is good at. Below is the refined picture of the entrance of the garage. A row of elite employees stand with their hands behind their backs, and Ying and Jiang stand in the middle.

He Qing's eyes lit up, she grabbed the phone and clicked on Ying and Jiang, only him was framed in the camera grid.

The manager at the side saw him, and his eyes lit up. Guessing that Mr. Ying might be Young Master He's friend, he couldn't help but said, "Young Master He, the magazine can be taken away..."

He Qing's face was stern, and she snorted: "No need."

However, after more than ten minutes, when He Qing's subordinates drove the peacock blue Ferrari to the door of the 4S store, the manager folded the receipts, bills, and insurance contracts together and handed them to He Qing.

He Qing's subordinates took it over and thanked him, and when he turned around and opened the car door for He Qing, a piece of paper flew out from the stack of printing paper, dangling in the air, and fell to the ground.

He Qing turned her head and took a closer look. It was the figure of Ying and Jiang who had been cut out. The manager cut out the pattern on the ad just now along the outline.

Fuck, it's not easy for these people to sell a car.

But this kind of thing...it feels like a pervert when cut out.

The younger brother who was going to open the door for He Qing was stunned, and his heart started to stir. Damn, isn't this the one who beat Young Master He?

What are you doing, provoking their boss!

He Qing raised her eyes, as if she had discovered some secret, a little embarrassed, seeing that the manager was still looking at her eagerly.

Fortunately, he is a middle-aged man, so his thinking should be relatively simple.

He Qing coughed, her eyes hooked, and she said sinisterly, "Thank you so much."

The fleeting time is unfavorable, even repairing a car can be blocked.

He took out a red note from his wallet and gave it to the younger brother, saying, "I still have something to do, you can take a taxi back to the company."

Then, watching the little brother leave, He Qing slowly took out the little piece of paper that should be given to the general, folded it, and stuffed it into the storage bag on the car.

When he is a car god, put him in the car to keep safe, let's work together.

Well, that's all, five times silently.

His cool prancing horse, the shift paddles are adjusted like blades, connected to the nerve endings of his fingers, the driving feeling is perfect, and it is easy to arouse the restless factor in the man's blood.

He Qing drove it, and drove back to the airport road full of joy, and took a detour by the Pangu gate, intentionally making the sound so loud.

Right now, Ying and Jiang are personally inspecting the luxury cars on the booth, and at the same time watching the salesmen introduce new models to new customers. The booth is on the first floor, and the door is wide open facing the road. Naturally, they saw that familiar look. peacock blue.

He couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

Congratulations are far more interesting than he thought.

Ying Yujiang couldn't imagine how such a child who in his eyes was awkward, milky, surly, kind, and a bit coquettish, how he assisted the family business, acted decisively, and inherited a car business empire.

He felt that there were probably many unfamiliar elements in He Qing that he hadn't discovered yet.

Ying Yujiang took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, saw the sales girl who had been fired before, and retweeted another Weibo about congratulations.

It was taken by Chengdu Luxury Car Street, mainly He Qing’s peacock blue 812. He Qing’s shadow can be vaguely seen beside it. It is slender and straight.

The accompanying text is: A chance encounter with Mr. He's car, a touch of exclusive peacock blue in winter.

Ying and Jiang kept this photo blankly.

Leave it alone, take it out and look through it when you don't see him.

It's just that he and He Qing didn't know that, in fact, both of them were carefully collecting things about each other.

In fact, he didn't want to give up at all.

……

"Qing'er, you."

Feng Tang pulled out a camping bench, put it next to He Qing's peacock blue Ferrari 812, took out his mobile phone, opened Weibo, and looked at him seriously.

He Qing had just finished running the track, and He Qing was sweating on his brow. Regardless of whether it was winter, he poured mineral water on his head, wiped his face with a towel, and said calmly, "Me."

Seeing his unhurried appearance, Fengtang felt a little anxious, clicked on Heqing's private account, and said seriously: "Look, look at what bloggers you follow, ah? What light blue, BULED, what comrade..."

The wind at the Jingang Circuit seems to be a bit strong today.

He Qing touched his ears, as if his face was covered with ice: "None of your business."

It's also better than those GV resources you get yourself, and the comment link to start the car.

Fengtang said "Hey" and punched He Qing's knee: "What's the matter with you?"

He Qing refused to let go: "Curiosity."

Seeing his attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Fengtang rolled his eyes, remembering the last time he chased a high school student out with the congratulations he said at Jiuyanqiao Lanzhou, his eyes lit up: "Then the last time Jiuyanqiao that?"

As soon as He Qing heard that he mentioned Xiao Er, thinking of the McLaren who was still touching up the paint, he felt a heartache: "I am not a pedophile!"

What's more, the last time Shangshang was in Jingang, the one who beat up Ying Yuchen without heeding the call was the person brought by Fengtang, and he hasn't found a settlement yet.

Fengtang rubbed his hands: "Is it really not bent?"

He Qing didn't know whether she was blushing from a guilty conscience or because she was frozen: "Yu Zhi."

As soon as the words fell, a hehe came out of nowhere.

Fengtang took out something from his pocket and unfolded it, and said, "Come on, let's popularize science? Why is there a live-action [-]:[-] draping of President Ying Da on Mr. He's car..."

Yes, the super invincible straight man in the universe, congratulations are true.

"My grass..."

He Qing blushed, and stretched out her hand to grab it, and when she got anxious, the water droplets on her hair threw Feng Tang's face.

"Damn it! Congratulations! Are you shaking M? You're still alive after hitting you!"

"Dou Nima! Give it back to me!"

"Did you admit it? Huh?"

"Admit it! It's from a fucking 4S shop!"

Fengtang stopped his movements and narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

The 4S shop still sends photos of the crush?

He Qing swallowed her saliva, a little nervous and shivering from the cold: "Er Huo."

Fengtang believed that he was a ghost, and went to Poly's Maserati 4S shop with the congratulations that day. The manager was a little panicked when he saw that the congratulations came again.

After repeatedly confirming that the human-shaped piece of paper was cut by the manager for He Qing, Feng Tang praised such a humanized service with a smirk, and took He Qing back to the car all the way.

Fengtang knows He Qing too well, this person can't tell a lie.

But as a buddy, as a gay, he couldn't accept that the object of congratulations could be Ying and Jiang.

That man is so much older than his family, He Chunqing, with a cruel heart and a fierce face. He may have a criminal record, but his face is cold, and he is not a good bird at first glance.

This kind of man who looks at the abstinence, once opened, it's just... Fengtang can't imagine the appearance of He Qing and Ying and Jiang Niang Jiang.

The most important thing is that the love in his heart would rather be bent than bent, even if it is bent, it should be pure 1.

This figure, that appearance, handsome and energetic, if you get angry for a moment, anyone who has seen this expression before will probably lose half of their body.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Fengtang was bored for a while, and lit the Bentley Bentayga SUV, which he particularly disliked, and couldn't help asking: "Is Ying and Jiang interested in you?"

He Qing answered decisively now: "No."

There are too many uncertainties, and He Qing can't make a definite number for the general, so he can only reply like this.

It should be, no... right.

After all, I never take the initiative to ask myself out, I don’t come to the company to find myself, and I don’t like to take the initiative to send WeChat contacts. I would rather send a circle of friends if I don’t reply to his WeChat messages.

When He Qing was in a daze, the phone vibrated several times, and when he opened it, it was recommended by a contact made by Fengtang.

"These zeros are pretty good-looking, rich in experience, with a clean background, and won't bully you. If you're really curious, Qing'er, just..."

He Qing curiously clicked on the WeChat avatars of those people, all of them had shoulder-length hair, and they looked like girls at first glance.

"..."

He Qing turned her head to look at Fengtang, and the latter blinked at him very seriously.

Forget it, He Qing felt that she should fend for herself.

① Paper Feifei: pieces of paper.

②Er Huo: I lied to you to be your son.