nice to drive

Just standing in the corridor, staring at Ying Yujiang's eyebrows, He Qing was completely stunned.

This fucking!

Although Chengdu is a city that you don't want to leave once you come, he really has to think narcissistically whether this factor of not wanting to leave has his own half.

But Ying and Jiang, indeed, lost a lot of benefits and most of the opportunities for the tiger to return to the forest for their own sake.

He Qing was in turmoil in his heart. He himself was inexperienced, so he wasn't sure what to think of him. He had already hinted at it, and the other party just accepted it and guarded it.

He really wanted to stand in Tianfu Square and use a loudspeaker to tell everyone how good the person he liked was to him, but he also wanted to hide all these feelings and have fun secretly by himself.

At this time, I was especially like the little squirrel hiding a pine cone in "Ice Age".

Compared with Ying Yujiang's expression, He Qing suddenly felt that his liking was superficial and childish.

However, he just couldn't help it.

Leaving aside how strange and precious those primal impulses arise in response to the future, how can he not chase after someone he likes?

He Qing opened her mouth to say something, but found that a voice recorder had already squeezed in through the crack of the door, and the number of people whispering at the door increased instead of decreasing.

He Qing suddenly thought of something, hooked the corners of his lips, kicked a cigarette butt thrown by someone at his feet with the toe of his shiny leather shoes, and said, "Oh, by the way, there is a rally around Chengdu this weekend, you..."

Ying and Jiang said indifferently: "I'm free."

He Qing blushed and looked up at him, "Fuck me, I didn't finish my sentence, and I didn't ask you if you want to go, so I agreed so easily?

He coughed and said loudly: "You said it yourself, don't accuse me, so many reporters outside are all witnesses..."

Ying and Jiang didn't pause for a moment: "Go with you."

He Qing: "..."

Did it go so smoothly!

After the Bentley wine fight ended smoothly, that night, He Qing called back the partner of this year's Western Rally, and drove his McLaren P1 to the organizer's company to pick up the paper contract. Holding the insurance policy again, he pressed the ink pad with his fingers, and a red seal was stamped on his name.

Party A is the organizer of this year's Western Rally.

Party B is congratulatory and should be with the general.

He Qing looked at these two lines with delight.

At this time, the female secretary of the sponsoring company was carrying a few bags of drinks to the meeting room, making a phone call while walking: "How many shops are open, how many shops are open, I waited for half an hour for the one downstairs... I bought it, grandma." Two cups of green milk and three cups of black tea!"

When the female secretary was speaking, she glanced into the meeting room. She didn't think her voice was too loud, and she might not have seen He Qing. They were sitting on the sofa here, so frightened that they almost didn't hold their mobile phones, and greeted blankly: "Li , Mr. Li...I...what's the situation?"

Mr. Li of the sponsoring company rubbed his brows, scolded angrily, "Young Master He from Jiabei signed the rally contract, didn't you see such a big man sitting here! Hurry back to your job!"

Damn, I don't know how much wages will be deducted...

The female secretary was depressed, saying "sorry Mr. He" and "sorry Mr. Li", pushing the door open with the big bag of drinks and preparing to go out.

"Wait a minute,"

He Qing stopped her and kept staring at the bag of drinks in her hand: "Is it delicious?"

The female secretary was stunned and nodded. She didn't expect that Young Master He meant something by asking this question, but she was still quick to respond, "It's delicious. There are several restaurants in Chengdu, and the business is very good..."

Touching her nose with her fingertips, He Qing coughed, took out two hundred bills from her bag and handed them over: "All right, please buy me two cups."

The female secretary was very excited as if she had been pardoned, and she stuffed one back: "One is enough... By the way, what do you want to drink, Young Master He?"

This time it was He Qing's turn to be confused. Usually, apart from dairy products, there is tea, and some mineral water to drink. Where has he drank too many other kinds of drinks, and said: "It's just that milk... grandma..."

"Milk green! His milk green is delicious!"

He Qing was taken aback, just give me milk, what is green?Without asking too much, he waved his hand: "All right, all right, let's go."

The female secretary thought for a while, and guessed that He Qing hadn't had much experience with these street drinks, and asked again: "Young Master He, how do you want the sugar content? It's very sweet, not sweet, just ordinary sweet, you can have it!"

He Qing didn't even raise her eyes, and fumbled for the fine print paper in her hand with her fingertips: "One cup is not sweet, don't put sugar in it...the other cup is for dessert."

After a pause, He Qing added: "Very sweet, very sweet."

As for milk, it is enough to drink pure milk. He himself likes to drink pure milk, and he doesn't like to drink so sweet, and he will panic if he drinks too much.

As for the other cup, kill him!

After signing her own contract, He Qing smiled like crescent moons, put the contract insurance and the two cups of novel milk greens on the car, drove past Renmin South Road, and ran towards Airport Road, looking for Should go with will sign.

When the congratulations came, he stopped the McLaren P1 coquettishly again. The comfort and steering made him want to sell the Centenario.

He entered the hall and surrounded Pangu's sales manager. He couldn't keep up with He Qing's footsteps while trotting with the information in his arms, so he simply spread out the page to show He Qing, and asked, "Young Master He, Young Master He, what are you doing?" What are we going to see today? This is the new batch of McLarens..."

He Qing didn't listen to her footsteps, she turned her face to the side and grinned, laughing so much that she was fascinated by all sentient beings: "Look at you, Mr. Ying."

When he left behind the stunned sales manager, he walked around the exhibition stand, holding a stack of contracts in his left hand and a bag of drinks in his right hand, and walked upstairs familiarly, knocking on the door of Ying Yujiang's office.

"Contract, sign it."

After He Qing explained his intentions, he put the contract on the table, and in the next second, Ying and Jiang didn't even look at it, took it over, flipped it roughly, picked up the pen, and signed his name on it.

On the surface, he didn't care, but He Qing's heart was already blown into fireworks.

Damn, He Qing, you are so awesome, people don't even look at it, the trust between you two is already so high?

The brush strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the characters that should be written are also rare and beautiful, flamboyant and flamboyant, really Nima's calligraphy is like a person.

He Qing thought about her elementary school student's handwriting, but fortunately, the word "He Qing" was also very beautifully written.He thought about how difficult it was every time he wrote, and sighed, it's time to find a chance to enroll in a class to practice calligraphy.

"Cough, yes, this one."

After He Qing put away the contract in satisfaction, she picked up the two cups from the low tea table behind her. After reading for a long time, she couldn't tell which cup was which, and she didn't pay attention to the labels on the cups. After watching carefully, he handed over one of the cups.

Ying Yu lit a cluster of small sparks in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

He Qing found that the two cups of tenacious green milk were still hot after half an hour... As for the taste, damn it, I just let it go.

With a guilty conscience, He Qing bowed her head and took a sip of her own cup first.

Fuck me!It was Lao Tzu who was beaten to death!

This master probably added all the sugar in the whole facade.

He coughed for a while, his lungs were about to be coughed out, his face was a little wet, he still stared at his peach blossom eyes, and swallowed the mouthful of milk green abruptly.

After the discomfort in his mouth was over, He Qingwang and Jiang Ying were drinking with sullen heads, and added: "Go to the rally...the company in the rally signed the contract. I heard that it is very popular, and the employees bought too much... "

Seeing him inserting a straw and taking a sip, He Qing asked tentatively, "How is it?"

Ying and Jiang nodded: "Sweet."

What?This cup is also sweet?That little girl bought the wrong one?

He heard Ying and Jiang ask: "Have a taste?"

He Qing blinked, and didn't think too much in this relatively dazed situation. She reached out to take the cup of green milk that Ying Yujiang held, opened her mouth to hold the straw, and took a sip.

Damn, it's tasteless, pure milk and pure matcha, even a little bit bitter, absolutely no sugar at all.

He looked at Ying and Jiang suspiciously: "How sweet is this?"

Ying Yujiang curled his lips into a smile, his tough handsome face looked extraordinarily gentle today.

"sweet."

He Qing stood up with a "huh", no longer leaning on the back of the chair, and the tips of his ears started to burn like crazy again, he didn't need to look in the mirror to know what kind of ghost he was now.

Didn't hear Ying Yujiang speak, He Qing didn't look at him sideways, and shouted: "You, don't bother to sign, fingerprints, have you pressed your fingerprints?"

Ying and the general said: "Press it, it's very red."

Although he didn't understand what the phrase "very red" meant, He Qing only felt that the temperature on his face was getting hotter and hotter, and it was burning like a ball of flames.

Isn't it just an indirect kiss, what about you?

From the perspective of Ying and Jiang sitting on the office chair, you can see a twist in the back of He Qing's head, not too wide shoulders, a straight back, a pair of long legs with attractive proportions, and pure black Martin boots With tightly wrapped calves, they stomped on the wooden floor.

He Qing took out a pack of cigarettes, glanced at the ashtray on the desk, and asked him, "Can I smoke?"

Ying and Jiang gave a "hmm", reached out and passed the ashtray, and went to get the contract to get their fingerprints.

Pushing open the window a little, He Qing was shivered by the cold wind, put his fingers together and picked up one, touched another, and sent an invitation to Ying and General: "Have one?"

Ying and Jiang stood up, walked to the window, and stretched out their hands to push the window tighter.

Just such a series of actions made He Qing feel oppressed.

But he's obsessed, responding to the intimidation, security, and occasional flashes of tenderness that will come with it.

Ying Yujiang took the cigarette between his fingers, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, pressed it down, and the flames burst into flames. Lao Gao couldn't see his expression clearly, his palm was protecting the fire, and he leaned over to light a cigarette for He Qing.

He Qing froze for a moment.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he leaned closer until the flame ignited the tobacco.

He Qing took a deep breath, watched the sparks spread like fire, and could hear the sound of tobacco puffing in his ears.

He turned his face to glance at Ying and Jiang.

Ying Yujiang was about to light his filter, but He Qing pinched the filter with his fingertips.

Congratulations on opening her lips, biting off the popping bead next to the filter of Ying Yujiang's cigarette, sandwiching the cigarette between her fingers again, and handing it to Ying Yujiang's mouth.

With dark eyes, he smiled lightly and said, "This pack of cigarettes has popping beads."

Ying Yu darkened his eyes, opened his mouth, and took the cigarette from He Qing's hand again.

A strawberry flavor.

In the past, Ying and Jiang were in Beijing, including the Chinese Nanjing Dachongjiu they smoked now. They were all one by one. Others gave him a confession. Where did they smoke foreign popping cigarettes? Take a bite of the filter tip and bite the popping beads so that the fruity flavor will come out.

He saw He Qing smoke into his mouth one by one, half opened his mouth, milky white gas overflowed from between his red lips and teeth, and turned into mist.

Weekend rally, two days with this guy.

He remembered the experience of running an international rally in Beijing a few years ago, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Really looking forward to it.

① Water: Not keeping promises.