nice to drive

On the next road, He Qing's mind was muddled, with a blushing face, it was easy to lose concentration when driving, let alone this time, all her thoughts were thrown on a certain navigator next to the co-pilot body.

So exciting.

What is this, promised him?

In addition to thinking about how to confirm the relationship when he goes back, he is still struggling with what to do if he is caught by this camera. Although he really wants to go to Tianfu Square to shout his voice now, but he is only participating in the competition, and he will come out when he debuts ah?

It doesn't matter, if you risk your life, are you still afraid of such a disturbance?

Ying Yujiang, who was sitting next to him and reading the road book, felt that the road ahead was not a big problem, so he turned to look at He Qing, who had slack eyes.

He stretched out his hand to pinch He Qing's face, and when He Qing made an "ah", he was satisfied, and then said, "What are you thinking about?"

His face was itchy from being pinched, his feet were loosened, He Qing slowed down a bit, and his eyebrows were beaming: "I'm thinking about what pose to pose for the awards!"

Thinking of the congratulations when he fought side by side with that blue and white LaFerrari on the western track, Ying and General breathed a little tight, nodded, and said, "Tighten your trouser waist."

He Qing heard him suddenly say this, and turned his pretty face around again: "Huh?"

Really can't stand him not paying attention to the road while driving, Ying Yujiang put on a cold face, stretched out his hand and twisted it back for him: "It's nothing."

When He Qing happily drove the car back to the race track, it was about the same time as the estimated time, which happened to be three o'clock in the afternoon. The 48 hours of high-intensity driving made both of them tired.

Before he even got out of the car, the guarding reporters gathered around him, holding up long guns and short cannons to take pictures, until He Qing's face turned green. The collision on the SSS highway, coupled with being held down by General Ying After a wolf kiss, he is still dizzy now!

As soon as he got out of the car, he was pushed and staggered by a reporter. He Qing almost couldn't stand still. Ying Yu, who got off the car early, grabbed his arm and blocked the reporter like a wall.

Then, Ying and Jiang answered the reporters' questions, but He Qing didn't listen carefully, thinking that it would be fine to go back and watch the interviews and news, with drooping eyes, no matter how dirty the car was, he went away in a daze.

When the organizer's organizing committee and the referee team came, He Qing was replaying the shadow of the general on the tent the night before, and with a smile on his face, he heard a call from the organizer, shouting: "Young Master He! It’s amazing, I won a silver medal at such a young age..."

There was a "click" in He Qing's heart, and her expression changed instantly: "Silver medal?"

The guy who handed him the contract in the office before poked his head out, and said with a smile, "That's right, you and Mr. Ying ranked second in this rally!"

I'm going to lose my life, so I won No.2, and what kind of award is there?

He Qingsie came from it, couldn't listen to anything, pushed aside the crowd, turned to look for Ying Yujiang.

The latter pulled his wrist, found a place where he could put his feet down, and asked the doctor on shift to come over and treat the wound on his arm briefly, and went to the trunk to put the changed clothes and the various items given by the organizer before. The box was moved down, handed over to the person who came to pick up the things, and then led the congratulations to the awarding place.

Two people, one in front and one behind, became another beautiful landscape on the field.

Ying Yujiang looked at He Qing's baffled expression, thought it was funny, stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe, and said with a deep smile: "Are you angry?"

"Not angry..."

He Qing sighed, felt itchy in her ears, scratched her ears, and looked worried like something: "Who is so awesome, we both ran like this, we should be slower!"

Hearing that he was really struggling with this matter, Ying Yujiang recalled the experience of the past two days, and felt that the congratulations were exhausting, and tried to comfort him: "It's already great."

Hearing this, He Qing was happy or not, she rolled her eyes, and put on an angry face: "Praise people, you will only praise what is great, what else can you say?"

After hearing this, Ying and Jiang laughed lowly, and replied, "Say you look good."

This sentence was like quenching the fire in He Qing's ears. There are too many people who have praised him for his good looks since he was a child, but none of them are as terrible as Ying Yujiang's speech. Every word seems to be teasing him , simply.

The cold wind blowing head-on could not dissipate the heat from He Qing's face.

When the two went to present the awards together, He Qing pulled Ying and General to stand on the No.2 stage, bent down together, and accepted the silver medals presented to them by the organizer.

When He Qing took the medal, she thanked her softly, and turned her face to look at Ying and Jiang.

Ying Yujiang hung the silver medal that they fought together around his neck, and the neckline of the unchanging pure black suit was stained with a little gray. The three-dimensional facial features made his side face look tougher. The stubble seems to be plated with gold.

Damn, this man, even the arc of his Adam's apple is so pretty.

When He Qing was in a daze, the man who was being stared at turned his head slightly, and waved the "Best Navigator" award he had just won in front of his eyes, wrapped his strong arms around He Qing's waist, and held him down. The corner of his clothes leaned against him.

Ying and the general said, congratulations, happy cooperation.

After hearing this sentence, He Qing raised her chin and frowned, "Happy cooperation!"

At that moment, it seemed that the suffering of these two days had become extremely worthwhile, and it had also become a precious memory between the two of them that no one else would disturb.

The whole Longquan Mountain reverberated with the sound of high-spirited music, the red silk was waving, the colorful flags were fluttering, and the car enthusiasts cheered. Alfa Romeo sold several more cars, and the media cameras came to shoot a lot of news report materials. The first Western Rally has come to a successful conclusion.

When he went to the garage to move the car, He Qing hadn't recovered from his strength, and felt a little regretful that the game ended like this. He declined the organizer's proposal to send himself to Huaxi to take a picture, and decided to drive with General Ying. back to town.

But they both drove up and had to go their separate ways.

The parking lot of the Western Rally is very large. The two of them withdrew early, and there were no people there when they came. Occasionally, there would be race riders in twos and threes. They might have lost so badly that they didn't even want to go to the celebration banquet.

Congratulations don't move the car, and the generals don't move either.

When the sound of the vehicle starting up in my ear was gone, and everyone had finished walking, He Qing stepped on the gas pedal, parked the car next to Ying Yujiang's Mercedes-Benz G, shifted the gear to the parking gear, opened the door and got out of the car, walked over, and lay down. Next to the windows that should and will be.

He Qing asked, "Where's your silver medal?"

Ying Yujiang took the silver medal out of the armrest box of the car and shook it: "Here."

He Qing was about to make a mistake, his face was a little unnatural, the tips of his ears turned red without knowing it, and he just lay on his stomach and talked to the general.

"Did you look at those two No.1s, and still bit the gold medal... Hey, have you bitten?"

Ying Yujiang just ignited the car, and the roar in the car was still a little harsh. After listening to what He Qing said, he twitched his lips, shook his head, and said, "No."

Guessing such a stupid thing, Ying and Jiang have never done it before, so He Qing is satisfied.

He secretly scolded that the chassis of this car was too high, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand to grab Ying Yujiang's neck, closed his eyes and leaned over, and lightly bit Ying Yujiang's lips.

He Qing's eyes were bright, and her white fangs hadn't retracted yet, she said with a smile, "I'm biting."

On the way back, I guess it was because the municipal government was going to repair some projects here. After throwing it away, I had to chase slowly behind.

He Qing naturally didn't want to leave him behind, and her speed gradually slowed down.

At the traffic light, He Qing parked next to him, put down the window of the co-pilot, looked at Ying and Jiang in the car next to him from the right, and wanted to tease him a few words.

Seeing him like that, he knew that he was thinking carefully again, Ying Yujiang teased him, and slowly rolled up the car window, He Qing stared angrily.

Depend on!Still not looking at me?

So He Qing also tossed and put up the co-pilot's window.

Maybe it was a little distracted, the green light was on, He Qing stepped on the accelerator and forgot to change to the forward gear, the car body jerked violently.

Shrugging in response, he slowly lowered the car window, and said lightly, "Shift gear."

The next second, He Qing's face flushed, and his McLaren P1 rushed out, and he recited it a hundred times silently, neither angry nor angry.

After the two drove through Longquanyi Avenue in tandem and entered the Ring Expressway, they drove carefully until they reached the edge of the South Gate Third Ring Flyover. The two of them were about to go their separate ways. Emergency lights and right turn signal, pull over and stop.

Ying and Jiang's cars also came up and parked side by side next to He Qing.

He Qing turned her face and waved her hand, very chic: "Goodbye, it's time to part ways."

Ying Yujiang put his elbows on the car window and turned to look at him: "I will pick you up tomorrow morning and go to Huaxi to take a picture."

He Qing asked: "Are you registered?"

Huaxi's number is hard to find, and there is a long line of ticket dealers at the gate of the courtyard.

Ying and Jiang said "hmm", and He Qing asked again: "When did you hang up?"

He heard Ying Yujiang's hoarse and sexy voice, saying, "On the way."

My heart skipped a beat, what the hell, driving so hard on the road and rushing to register, do you want to die?

He Qing remembered that a few hours ago, he and this person walked through the gate of hell. After thinking for a while, he replied, "No, there is a family doctor."

"Want to rest tomorrow?"

"I mean,"

He Qing coughed. Suddenly, in such a formal situation, he still didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He summoned up his courage and said, "Shall I make an appointment tomorrow?"

The man next to him didn't say a word. He was a little nervous and didn't dare to turn his head. His eyes were fixed on the third ring road, which was coming and going.

Ying and Jiang nodded and said, "Okay."

After finishing this sentence, he added another sentence: "But, let's go to the photo first."

With an "Oh yeah" in He Qing's heart, she happily agreed, and shouted: "Brother is waiting for you!"

Then, he blew a kiss to Ying and General, which made the northern man's eyelids twitch. When he recovered, the congratulatory McLaren P1 only had its butt left.

On the way home, it was almost six or seven o'clock, and it was in the evening rush hour. He entered the third ring road with a plate. Although there was a traffic jam all the way, he was happy with his congratulations. Taking advantage of the loopholes, he followed in line in a respectful manner, and the phone rang several times before answering it.

Over there, Fengtang shouted at the top of his voice: "Awesome, Qinger! No.2, why is No.2, is it a drag on you..."

In He Qing's heart, he just wanted to beat Fengtang to death with his fist. If it wasn't for Ying Yujiang, he might not even get twenty.

He connected the phone to Bluetooth and said, "Mistake, if he turns it on, maybe we are all No. 1."

Fengtang's voice reverberated in his precious car, shaking He Qing so much that he wanted to hang up the phone: "So powerful? Is rally fun..."

Before the sentence was finished, He Qing heard Lan Zhou yelling at the top of his voice: "Qing'er, don't fuck me next time, I'll be your navigator!"

He Qing grinned happily, damn it, if you come to be the navigator, I will die...

"Football, Ren Qing'er is now a rally driver..."

Fengtang chased Lan Zhou aside cursingly, and then asked with his mobile phone, "Share your experience?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, He Qing felt like panting, listening to the voice over there, Feng Tang should have turned off the speakerphone, so he blushed and said: "Seeing Ying Yu will take off his clothes."

There was a roar from the wind hall, and He Qing quickly turned off the Bluetooth sound in the car, what the hell is this?

Lan Zhou seemed to be unable to persuade him, the noise made He Qing a headache: "What's the matter? Calm down, friend..."

Fengtang roared: "I'm a motherfucker! Beast! Field battle? The car shook?"

Hearing this, He Qing thought of being kissed in the car, and couldn't help feeling ashamed, but after thinking about it, she didn't do anything, why did she say that?

He Qing licked her lips, and said, "Get out, we are in love with the hawthorn tree, you know nothing."

Fengtang quickly asked: "Have you held hands yet?"

After thinking about it, He Qing replied: "No."

Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he didn't hold his little hand, the congratulations would not be so easy to be seduced, so while broadcasting the broadcast to Lanzhou, he said: "That's okay..."

He Qing paused for a moment, her peach blossom eyes were bent like crescent moons, and her voice was hooked: "But we kissed."

In the next second, He Qing hurriedly turned down the Bluetooth volume in the car to the minimum, fearing that the eardrums would be shattered, but he still heard Lanzhou Hefengtang yelling loudly: "I'm so stupid! What about the love of the hawthorn tree?" ?”

"Fuck! Lan Lan, fuck him to death!"

"Damn it! Damn it, Qing'er, did you get kissed by force?"

Seeing the movement of the vehicle in front, He Qing shifted the forward gear and followed behind inch by inch, with a smile on his face, listening to the heart-piercing howl of the two little ones, unable to beat himself, he felt happy Extremely.

Strong kiss?

How can it be, the first time is still superficial...

The love of the hawthorn tree is so fucking pure.