nice to drive

Chengdu night rain.

It has been two days since the accident last time at the Jingang Circuit. He Qing was sitting sideways on the Land Rover Range Rover in Lanzhou, biting the root in her mouth, and the corner of the black and white cigarette case in her hand was pinched up. .

At night, there are no traffic on the Second Ring Elevated Highway, and the road is smooth.

Lan Zhou had just driven the car into the second ring road, and the speed limit was 75 yards. He just stepped on the accelerator and the speed was [-] yards, when He Qing called from the back seat: "Can you drive slowly?"

Lanzhou was busy looking at the BRT that had just been repaired nearby, and Lanzhou had no time to pay attention to him.

The warning sound of not wearing a seat belt in the car kept beeping, and the warning light kept flashing. He heard He Qing bluff again: "Can you fucking put your seat belt on!"

Lan Zhou was amused, seeing how he looked like a defeated rooster, he still didn't forget to flash a light in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help laughing: "What, Qing'er? Don't you care about your life?"

He Qing snorted coldly, half of his face was hidden under the bright yellow light of the elevated street lights on the second ring road, showing a blurred color, and his curly and long eyelashes fanned like butterfly wings, casting a shadow under his eyes. Light shadow.

Lanzhou put his wrist on the steering wheel, stepped on it lightly, and teased him: "If you want to save your life, don't go racing. I think next time if you don't hit that disc and just hit it, you won't have a chance to go racing."

"upstart."

He Qing gave him a white look, and sneered: "I'm afraid that your skills will make me dare not sit in the co-pilot."

Ever since Lan Zhou mentioned this Range Rover last year, He Qing has always used these three words to provoke him, despising his lack of taste, at least in his eyes, those who drive Range Rover are nouveau riche.

Like this kind of heavy off-road, he still likes Mercedes-Benz G500, George Button, Land Cruiser, Lexus 570 and so on.

Thinking about it, He Qing took a sharp puff of the cigarette between her fingertips. She was brows and eyes frowned with joy, but when she thought of the George Button that she met at the Jingang Circuit a few days ago, her expression immediately changed.

Lanzhou was in the driver's seat to listen to the congratulations and hurt his nouveau riche. In fact, he really likes this car. It is domineering and top-notch.

Like He Qing, Lanzhou loves cars as much as he loves, and he can't bear anyone to say that his car is not good. Once his temper came up, he stepped on more than 70 yards with his foot.

At this time, on the ordinary lane next to the fast lane, came a "giant tank" that was so familiar to He Qing's soul.

The huge black body has a compact visual effect, and the roof fog lights are arranged in a row. The whole is arrogant and overwhelming. Compared with other cars on the road, the other cars are like small shrimps.

Driving under the heavy rain in Chengdu, this George Patton car is like a dragon under the sea, and the whistling wind in the dark night is caused by it.

He Qing became energetic in an instant, stood up straight, and knelt on the back seat to watch.

He frowned, pointed at George Patton, who was ahead of them, and shouted at Lanzhou, "Hurry up!"

"Follow him!"

Lanzhou complained endlessly, and was about to go too fast: "What are you chasing!"

"Follow him!"

Lan Zhou rolled his eyes: "Your Lamborghini can't hurt him much if it smashes its butt. If you let me hit it with a small Land Rover, it will knock my head off..."

Seeing the car running farther and farther, He Qing was so anxious that she wanted to strangle Lan Zhou to death.

At the Yongfeng Road Exit of the Second Ring Elevated Road, the George Patton car went out along the auxiliary road. Lanzhou turned the steering wheel and headed for Kehua North Road.

He groaned, feeling pain in his ears, and when he looked in the rearview mirror, it was He Qing who was pinching him.

Lanzhou knew that He Qing was not angry, but if he really caught up with the tail today, he had seen that person before, and he and He Qing would take a few more punches, and he would be fully responsible for the rear-end chase. .

Seeing that he had a gloomy face and stopped jumping, and lit another cigarette in the back seat with his arms folded, Lanzhou comforted him: "Qing'er, why are you following him, didn't you find him?"

He Qing grabbed a handful of hair and said disdainfully, "It feels different when I grab it by myself and find out."

Lanzhou laughed, feeling that the kid was competing with him for losing so badly that day, and said, "Then when we are free some other day, let's call someone to trouble him?"

Unexpectedly, He Qing's expression collapsed again, her brows furrowed tightly, and she opened her mouth to mutter: "There's no need for that..."

Lan Zhou was dumbfounded, what does this mean?

In fact, on the night when He Qing was beaten, he asked people to find out Ying and Jiang's background.

Male, twenty-seven, from Beijing, worked hard in the capital a few years ago, and opened a car dealership in Pangu Seven Stars to do modification and trading business.

The land is very expensive, and it is not a fuel-efficient lamp to be able to set up such a big stall selling cars there.

Ying Yujiang has been wandering around the capital for ten years, and has several luxury cars under his name, all of which are rare, and they are always in the limelight. Before that, he even repaired the Cavalier XV that He Qing wanted most.

What's more, his family's modification technology is really awesome, he is almost a god-level figure worshiped by their circle in the southwest area.

Ying Yujiang is cold-tempered, his heart is like an iron wall, everything can't be shaken by thunder, and he handles things swiftly and resolutely. He usually looks like the king of Hades in this world, and no one can get close to him.

But his weakness is his silly younger brother, Ying Yuchen.

This kid is different from his brother, he doesn't know how to drive, but he likes to study.She usually looks obedient and obedient, but she is the only one who causes trouble at a critical moment.

Last year, I had dinner with my new friends at the source of Shichahai, and I just heard someone at the dinner table say that a certain person hit someone because the brakes were repaired there.

The other party didn't expect that he was Ying Yujiang's younger brother, and the tablecloth was lifted after he spoke a sentence and a half.

Ying and Chen were also dragged off their chairs, and the two began to wrestle with each other.

He didn't expect that person to be messed with, Ying and Chen didn't wake up the next morning, they were dragged to Terminal 2 of Capital Airport by his brother's foot of the accelerator, and they swiped their boarding passes and pushed them into the gate.

Staring at a pair of round eyes, Ying and Chen were still asleep, probably guessing what was going on in their minds, and lowered their heads not daring to speak.

On that day, his elder brother Ying and Jiang were separated by a security check with him. He was wrapped in a black windbreaker tightly, and the corners of his face were carved into the bone. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to Chengdu first, there will be someone to pick you up there." you."

Ying Yuchen looked at his brother on tiptoe, ran to one gap after another, looked at him through the glass panel, and knocked his hands loudly: "Brother, I was wrong..."

His brother smiled back and said, "I'll come later."

After saying this, his brother took a wave of warm air from the airport, left him a handsome back, and disappeared in the pass outside the pass.

Later, Ying Yujiang spent so much effort to suppress this matter, not to mention how many crimes he paid for it, but finally saved part of his property, gave Ying Yuchen a suspension from school, and retired to the southwest to be with his younger brother.

This incident has also spread to the Chengdu car circle, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. Although most people know that the tiger will fall into the sky, they are still curious about this person who was able to get into the top car circle in the capital before. , who is it.

He Qing had heard about him a long time ago, but she hadn't paid much attention to it, after all, this was her territory.

That night he went back to Lanzhou's house, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and took off his clothes slowly and carefully, fearing that he would get a wound.

He had the hem of his clothes dangling from his mouth, and the hot water in the bathtub made his eyes foggy.

Holding her hips, He Qing stared at the half-length mirror with LED lights in the bathroom for a while, and was about to take off her trousers when she caught a glimpse of a business card pinned to her trouser waist.

Picking up the round-edged business card made of thin iron sheets between his fingertips, He Qing saw the three names that shocked him.

Should and will.

Further down, Chengdu Pangu Famous Car Museum.

He quickly recalled some news about Ying Yujiang. A few days ago, it was indeed rumored that his car dealership in Pangu Seven Stars in Beijing had closed down. Now he came to Chengdu to sell cars?

Fuck him, dare to come to Chengdu to compete with me for business.

The hem of the clothes hanging on his mouth fell off and caught his lower abdomen.

He Qing remembered the scene of Ying Yu pressing a 1.9-meter man straight onto the hood tonight, and couldn't help but feel his ears burn.

His face was flushed, and there was shame behind his ears that couldn't be concealed.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his brows and eyes were fogged by water vapor, the tails of his eyes were red, and his fair complexion added an indescribable luster.

A car friend from the Northeast said that Chengdu, the land of abundance, is very good at raising people. Here and even in Chongqing, all the boys are handsome and have shiny white skin.

A friend joked, saying that Chengdu is all over the place, so why not wait for your northern men to save it?

He Qing is a real straight man, at least he thinks so.

After getting off the dinner table, he sullenly asked Feng Tang what he meant by wandering all over the place, and Feng Tang said it meant that there were so many people.

When He Qing nodded in a half-baffled manner, Lan Zhou also drank too much wine and yelled from the sidelines, but he suffered a lot!Tangtang, don't be afraid to mislead him, he is so innocent...

Fengtang is purely gay in their Iron Triangle, but he is a thin, tall and vigorous young man, especially popular in the Chengdu circle.

He Qing Ting Fengtang lied to himself, stuck his neck, and was also drunk, and said angrily: "I have seen countless people..."

Hearing this, Lanzhou and Fengtang rolled their eyes to the top of their heads, and said in unison: "Fart!"

He Qing thinks of these, and thinks of the pressure on her body tonight, thinks of the George Patton, thinks of the golden butt of her precious bull, the blush on her face disappears in smoke.

Curse secretly in the mirror, fuck!

George Patton couldn't hit him, so he could change to another car. He didn't believe that it was impossible for such a big man to have only one car.

A few days later, He Qing went back to her garage and picked out an unremarkable Audi r8, ready to drive it to a meeting.

But when he lifted the cloth, he was almost blinded by the electric purple.

It's still gay purple, I rely on it.

He Qing looked at this color and felt worried, why was she so coquettish back then?

The head of this car is the only one from Audi, and the sound can resound through the whole street when it is driven. He has also modified the tires, replaced the center logo with a gold-plated "H" with his initials, and installed a rear wing on the rear.

The license plate is still Chuan A000R8, which is very cool.

He Qing scolded herself secretly, and then covered the honesty with a car cloth.

In the end, he walked around a few times, but couldn't find a low-key car, so he took out his mobile phone and called Fengtang.

"Tangtang, drive me a low-key car."

Fengtang was having a good time there, He Qing secretly scolded the prodigal why he didn't give herself a holiday in broad daylight.

"Low-key... Qinger, have you changed your sex?"

He Qing gritted her teeth: "Stop talking nonsense! Is there any!"

Feng Tang heard that he was a little angry, and replied seriously: "Sports car or SUV?"

He Qing thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Run, let's run a sports car..."

Fengtang Yile: "You fucking will never change!"

Then, half an hour later, He Qing, the young master of the He family, No. 1 in the Chengdu car circle, drove a Ford Mustang, and appeared on the third ring road of the south gate.

He Qing hung her beautiful phoenix eyes, inspected the layout of the car, and cursed secretly, this damn...forget it.

Keep a low profile.

He rolled the windows up and covered them tightly, and drew the curtains, if there were any.

Following the navigation, he managed to find the Pangu Famous Car Shop next to Airport Road, sighing inwardly that the facade is quite big.

It is less than one kilometer away from the famous car street of Tajiabei Group. There are all kinds of cars in it, but most of them are second-hand cars.

He Qing looked down on him, but he was also surprised that all the show cars parked at the door had been modified to high-quality goods. This rear wing was something he had never seen before, that chassis was modified to look good, and that front lip was so fucking trendy.

A Mercedes-Benz G was parked at the door. It was matte black, square and square, and the outer circle of the tail lights was changed to blood red. It should look like a hell messenger when it is on at night.

He Qing tilted her head and thought of the Forgive Green big G in his garage, and immediately felt disgusted.

The aesthetics of people comparing people is really infuriating.

He saw that Ying Yujiang got off the driver's seat, and then his younger brother Ying Yuchen was next from the co-pilot.

That gentle look was completely different from the look that beat him that day.

Dead brother accuses!

He Qing scolded angrily.

Maybe the wild horse really couldn't catch Ying Yujiang's eyes, Ying Yujiang glanced at him and didn't respond, probably because of the sunlight reflection, he couldn't see He Qing's face clearly.

He Qing was almost terrified by Ying Yu's gaze, shifted into reverse gear, and slipped away.