nice to drive

On the way back to the Jingang Circuit, whenever there was a gap in the wind hall, he would stare at He Qing, making He Qing a little nervous.

Why is this person acting like Ying Yujiang today? If he can't drive well, why keep looking at him?

Damn, there are so many people on the Jingang Circuit today, they were directly taken away by Fengtang in full view of the public, and the cars were still parked there, fortunately someone was entrusted to guard them.

He Qing was impatient, and put his hand back: "Drive your car!"

Fengtang's steering wheel was good, and he threw a plate from the main road into the small street, his teeth itching with hatred: "Damn you, do you have any conscience, you are so anxious to death..."

He Qing sneered: "Who said it at the beginning, Qing'er, do you want to bend over? Now, what's the matter with me? What's wrong with you?"

"How can it be the same?"

Turning his face to look at He Qing, Feng Tang's head was pushed forward, and He Qing reprimanded in a low voice: "Look at the road!"

Then he took out the cigarette and held it between his fingertips, imitating how he would respond, without lighting it up, his voice was a bit lonely: "Why are you in a hurry? Am I just playing..."

Fengtang accelerated and failed to catch the yellow light, so he stepped on the brakes and waited for the green one, then put his foot in the neutral gear, turned his upper body sideways and said to He Qing: "Come on, He Xiaochunqing, don't you and I still understand? Playing? Are you that kind of person, you can really play, why did you go so early?"

As if being stepped on a sore foot, the relationship history is basically blank and he can't be blamed for being too high-sighted. It can only be said that he hasn't entered the depths of his heart before. Who should he turn to for this account?

He Qing's complexion sank: "I'm only 20 years old!"

Waiting for the green light to get irritated, Fengtang snorted coldly: "Also, unless the surname is Ying until the straight man has cancer... Qing'er, you fucking look in the mirror yourself, you use the usual teasing tricks Come out, which man would look down on you?"

The more He Qing listened to these words, the more strange he became. What is flirtatiousness in normal times? He would occasionally make a fool of himself, and he was very obedient.

Besides, he faced the generals, he was like a piece of wood, he fixed it with nails, he didn't stand or sit, and his eyes would bubble up. Recently, he felt nervous in the same car.

Still teasing?If you really want to flirt, can you still be like this?

Forget it, I don't know where my self-confidence comes from.

But after hearing Fengtang's words, He Qing regained some vitality, and tentatively asked: "Really?"

Fengtang stared at his deer-like wet phoenix eyes, the tear mole at the bottom of his eye made him look very pitiful now, the corners of his lips curled up a little arrogantly, and he still had a domineering air. Just looking at it makes people want to dampen his vigor and make him cry.

Congratulations, congratulations, a few words of praise for you, is this still exciting?

Fengtang said angrily: "Didn't you say you were playing? Why are you so excited?"

She curled her lips and stopped talking, He Qing felt that she had been put in a different position, and she was too lazy to continue talking with him. She put her fingers on the car window and pressed the button, and the button was pressed, loosened and pressed again, and the buzzing sounded non-stop.

Fearing that he would still be angry, Fengtang turned his head to look at a big hot pot restaurant outside the car window, and said, "Qing'er, Xiaolongkan'er is newly opened here, next time..."

Unexpectedly, He Qing also took a look at him, and immediately said: "I will run with you when I return to Jingang, and I will withdraw after running."

Hearing what he said, Fengtang was upset: "Today I won the race, so it's time for a celebration banquet tonight!"

"Qing fart," He Qing said, thinking of some impolite people in the car circle and getting annoyed: "Ever underperformed?"

Recently, a lot of dubious people have come to the Jingang Circuit. If you don’t run around well, you know that the equipment is better than the configuration every day. Adding a rear wing should let everyone in the circle know. Refueling is still frequent, wishing that their own car will change color every day of the week.

Then in the city, when I was speeding and ran a red light, I was issued a ticket, and I paid someone to replace me, and I went around saying that I was not ashamed, but rather honored.

That day, a grandson ran into He Qing's gay purple Audi R8 at the door. The chassis of He Qing's car was low, and with the fender down, only half of his face could be seen clearly, and he whistled at his car.

Facing this group of new riders, He Qing became irritable at that time, who the hell are you?Can the whistle blow nonsense?

Later, Lanzhou recorded the license plate numbers of those people. Although the law governs the society, they will never even think about entering Jingang in the future.

They even asked someone to intercede, Lanzhou said yes, you send a representative to come to Jingang to compete with me, outrun me, and Jingang will ask you to enter in the future.

Then today is the day of the competition, Lanzhou has something to do temporarily, damn it, He Qing went up to it very excitedly, and walked that idiot for a long time.

Even if his driving skills were not as good as others, the performance of the professional McLaren sports car, whether it was cornering or starting, was far behind that amateur car.

After winning the game, I was in a good mood, so I was dragged by Fengtang to Poly, and asked why the 4S shop sent photos of Ying and Jiang.

After He Qing returned to Golden Port, he brought his McLaren and drove around the city for more than 20 kilometers, and stepped on the brakes at the gate of Pangu.

The car hadn't stopped yet, the security guard at the door stared straight, took out his mobile phone and shouted in the WeChat group: "Young Master He is here! Oh my god, Young Master He is driving a P1 today!"

When Ying Yujiang packed up and came out, he saw the butterfly wing door of the McLaren P1 wide open. He Qing frowned and smiled very obediently in the car.

Congratulations: "You won the game, I invite you to eat Xiaolong Kaner."

Ying and Jiang: "I can't eat too spicy."

He Qing's face collapsed: "I won the game."

Should and general: "Mandarin duck."

OK, deal.

A few days ago, the policy of banning honking in Chengdu just came down, and there was traffic jam again during the rush hour.

Not being able to press the horn is simply a kind of frustration for the driver.But should and will be by nature, be patient, it doesn't matter, just think it's okay.

Congratulations are different.

There is a car next to him that seems to be life-threatening, and he keeps leaving his car, and it is in front of the side. If He Qing gets angry, he will be fully responsible. This baby P1 has just repainted, and he will reapply the congratulations Estimated to be distressed to death.

Being stuck at the entrance of the tunnel, He Qing was about to suffer from road rage. He turned his face to see that Ying and Jiang didn't care at all, calmly, and didn't look at the distance between that stupid car and He Qing's body.

He Qing was staring at Ying Yujiang's rearview mirror with a gloomy face, and was about to walk a little further to the left, and silently recited the oath he made when he took the fourth test, saying that I should set an example by obeying traffic laws and consciously maintaining traffic order ... Park vehicles in an orderly manner and queue up in order to pass.

Congratulations continued to whisper quietly: "Be a civilized person, walk a civilized road, drive a civilized car..."

Then I got stuck, and heard a whisper in my ear: "Fulfill my promise with practical actions."

Ying and Jiang frowned while talking, not knowing where they were looking.

I have a good memory, huh?He Qing was about to praise him a few words.

But Ying Yujiang suddenly stretched out his long arms, and his big hands came over like iron tongs and directly grabbed He Qing's steering wheel, slammed to the left and quickly returned to the right.

"Hold!"

He Qing yelled unconsciously, looked around, and saw a "boom" from behind, the car was not pushed up, and the siren was not pulled, he just felt that the big swivel just now made his head a little bit Dizzy, and heard Ying Yujiang say: "Pour some back, give some oil, let's go."

He didn't even think about it now, and turned to look in the rearview mirror, only to see that two cars next to him had collided.

But it's not serious. A car that swooped down from the bridge dented the side of the Wuling van that was parted with them just now. People get down.

Although it is said that the driver is very taboo to have the steering wheel moved by others, but if Ying Yu hadn't thrown the plate just now, it is estimated that the car hit the van, and the van hit his own McLaren P1...

My God, this series of collisions, and the congratulatory P1, will be on the news soon.

Ying Yujiang saw that his movements were a little slow, and guessed that the kid was losing his mind again, and suddenly said something in Sichuan dialect: "It's good to drive."

Congratulations listened to this sentence, but fortunately, his reversing skills are still good, and the lateral acceleration of the McLaren P1 can reach 2G, so he directly bangs on the accelerator and makes a sound, and then rushes to the auxiliary road.

Its muscular multi-curved taillights use full LEDs, and the high-position exhaust pipes are particularly eye-catching, attracting a lot of attention on the road.

It has been two years since He Qing officially drove on the road. He obeys the rules and has never had any serious car accidents.

For a while, his mind was a little confused, and he was not a person who could easily concentrate. When he drove to the traffic light intersection, he forgot that the car he was driving today did not have a gear lever, and reached out to touch the central control on his side.

This touch didn't matter, a warm hand just covered Ying Yujiang's big hand holding the cigarette case.

My grass?

He Qing seemed to be scalded in an instant, and quickly withdrew her hand, her face very calm.

The two of them were in such a small space, and Ying and Jiang looked at his face slightly, only to see that He Qing's ears were extremely red, his eyelashes were flickering, and he was still breathing a little.

It should be seen that the ears are also a little hot.

He took a deep breath, seeing that He Qing was still dumbfounded, he raised his arm to press the neutral button.

He Qing released the brake instantly, the car body trembled slightly, and stopped at the front of the traffic flow.

He and the general just faced the passing pedestrians in this way, looked at the bright lights of the cars, and looked at the road ahead.

He Qing just wants to have a good hot pot, it's nothing.

The first serious physical contact was actually in this way.

In this way, I wrapped the back of his hand with my palm.

After a false alarm car accident.

The two were silent for a long time, and then drove forward for a while. Ying and Jiang had now thoroughly discovered the problem of He Qing's driving, and they were driving on the highway city as a track. The tail swings so much that the car shakes when the brakes are applied.

The sports car starts fast, and the fuel is pumped fiercely. The power comes back up as soon as He Qing steps down. It is not at the same speed as the cars on the road. To put it bluntly, it is a sudden surprise when driving. How to drive this car, it looks expensive, so I have to give him three points.

Ying Yujiang thought for a while, then asked him, "How did you drive this car out today?"

He Qing didn't take it seriously, pretended to be very relaxed, and hummed: "Isn't it forbidden to sing in Chengdu? I don't drive a sports car, so there's no such sound. Those cars, people, how do you know my car is coming?"

Compared to those who tied screaming chickens in the car, those who shouted "excuse me" with a small microphone, and those who played "Let me go" on a loudspeaker...

That's good for him, turn up the sound wave a bit, make it buzzing, are you afraid that people won't pay attention to him?

Upon hearing this, Ying and Jiang said with a sneer, "I think you don't flirt all day long, and you're not strong enough."

Congratulations made an "ah", did she make it so obvious?

Hmph, I'm afraid you won't dare to look at me directly when I get really flirty.

……

As soon as he entered the hot pot restaurant, He Qing had reserved a private room before, Ying and General reported their phone number and surname, and led He Qing and the waiter upstairs.

He Qing followed behind, looking at those people who lined up for an hour or two, and then looking at Ying and Jiang who led the way, she couldn't help thinking: Didn't I bring him to eat?How do you make it look like I was brought here?

Feeling guilty for a while, He Qing decided not to let Ying Yujiang take the initiative at the dinner table.

When ordering, He Qing did ask for a mandarin duck pot and asked the waiter to place the order first, take over the menu, and order a mess of meat.

Ying and Jiang didn't sit opposite him, they sat next to He Qing naturally, the two were side by side, Ying and Jiang raised his eyes, and saw that He Qing's phone page was still on Baidu.

Ying and Jiang squinted their eyes: Why do you eat hot pot in the north?

Sensing his gaze, He Qing blushed a little with embarrassment: "What are you looking at?"

Feeling hot, Ying and Jiang said: "Just order it casually."

He Qing felt that he was too close, the man's brows were tough, and the oppressive feeling brought by his expressionless expression was too strong, which made him uncomfortable, so he stepped back a little, and said, "It's a bit hot."

Fuck, what are you doing so close, is there still a safe and polite distance between people?

Then, under the eyes of Ying and Jiang, He Qing seemed to be running away, and sat down on the opposite side.

He took a look at the menu, checked the dishes that He Qing wanted to eat, crossed off what he wanted to eat, saw the wine again, raised his eyes and asked He Qing: "What would you like to drink?"

He Qing hummed: "Luzhou Laojiao."

Ying Yu paused for a moment, as if remembering something, took a sip from his teacup, and stared at him very seriously: "What are you drinking?"

Now I can't pretend to be congratulatory anymore, I raised my eyebrows, the end of my eyes became more upturned, the eyes were full of water, and in the noisy environment of the hot pot restaurant, the voice was a little bit reluctant: "Soymilk."

Fuck me, Ying and Jiang are laughing farts, we in the south drink soy milk when we eat hot pot and soup pot!