nice to drive

After Ying and Jiang took the client to the Xipu Vehicle Management Office to complete the handover procedures and returned to the Pangu Vehicle Museum, it was already evening.

Chengdu has entered late autumn, and it has been the rainy season recently. The basin in the south is humid, and Chengdu, which is in the low-lying area in the center of the basin, is naturally unavoidable.

At this time, the sky was gloomy, and he had been stuck on the edge of the third ring road for almost 10 minutes. There was a long queue in front of him, surrounded by cars, and there was no movement at all.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little interesting.

When he was still in Beijing, he heard that people in Chengdu love to enjoy life and buy cars. The number of cars here ranks second in the country.

Of course, there are many people who buy luxury cars, and some of them can't afford to keep them, so the second-hand car market is particularly easy to do.

Moreover, Chengdu people are especially good at driving, and they are often crowded.

In addition, they usually have nothing to do except playing cards, drinking tea and watching the excitement. Wherever the excitement is, they usually join in. Usually, if there is a traffic accident or someone who touches porcelain, it will be surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

For example, now, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw behind him the Ford Mustang that appeared at the entrance of the garage in the afternoon.

Ying Yu stuck the car that He Qing had seen a long time ago from a long distance, and it was so hard that he got stuck in the back of his car, and He Qing stared at the dashboard again.

It was obviously because he was afraid of looking at his face.

With a blank expression on his face, Ying and Jiang opened the red circle of "Sharing Eye" on the taillight, and two dazzling red lights suddenly lit up.

He Qing, who was looking down at the fuel tank worryingly, was taken aback for a moment, and raised his eyes to find the light source, but was blinded by the red on Daben's buttocks in front of him.

He Qing was aggrieved and angry, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn..."

It was obviously his congratulations who were beaten!

It’s fine if this person doesn’t apologize, and it’s fine if he doesn’t get along in Chengdu, so he paid 100 million to his company. Does he know how expensive his big bull is?Thought this was over!

He was beaten to blood by a new man from out of town, and he slapped his ass and left after he finished.

Ying and General of the car in front stretched out their hands to adjust the rearview mirror, and could accurately see He Qing's expression on the car behind.

Seeing He Qing, he scolded him angrily, his eyelashes fluttered, his brows were furrowed, the corners of his lips couldn't help but drop, his eyes were glowing red from the car lights, and he looked like he had cried.

Ying Yujiang reached out and turned off the circle of red taillights.

The redness in He Qing's eyes also disappeared.

Ying and Jiang thought to themselves, yes, how could this person cry.

He pressed his lower lip tightly, and didn't look at the situation of the car ahead, his mind was completely out of the way.

After hesitating, he pressed down the circle of lights at the rear of the car again, and He Qing's face and eyes in the rearview mirror were flushed red again.

Should and will stare at the rearview mirror.

Behind him, Young Master He was originally driving a small sports car worth 40 to [-] yuan, and he was still handsome, but now he has been turned into an idiot.

Are you restless, do you want me to give you a bone!

He cursed in his heart, and he was beeping again. In the end, he couldn't bear it. He was trying to scold him with irritability.

The moment He Qing raised her eyes, she saw in the rearview mirror of the car in front that she could see the man's tough browbones like a knife and an axe.

The Ford Mustang is a sports car, and the Da Ben Da G is a heavy-duty off-road vehicle. The chassis is much higher than that of the Mustang. Looking at He Qing's position, he can only see the forehead of Ying and Jiang. But the relationship between height and height, he thinks this man has A sense of oppression.

Like looking down on myself, like that night.

When He Qing went to look at the rearview mirror again, his eyes met with Jiang's, and they collided fiercely.

Ying and Jiang raised their eyebrows, their eyes were deep and their meaning was unclear.

He had seen He Qing on Weibo a long time ago.

One year in the Western Rally, He Qing drove the LaFerrari provided by the manufacturer and won the championship in one fell swoop.

It was a blue and white Lafa, which was shipped from the island country, and specially made a special trip to accompany Young Master He.

All kinds of media and TV stations jumped up and clicked and shot randomly, and they were satisfied to take it back and send out the draft.

They always say that every time they report congratulations, it's like Entertainment Weekly.With Shao He's face, it's a pity that he only plays with cars. How about coming to Beijing and Shanghai to develop film and television?

Of course I won't do it, He Qing smiled, I will not leave Chengdu!

When He Qing went to receive the award, the petals from the celebration feast fell on her shoulders, the tails of her eyes were raised, she was holding a gold cup in her hand, and she was twirling the golden belt of a horse awarded by the manufacturer with her fingertips.

The horse gold belt embroidered with the Ferrari logo was not tied properly when the group photo was taken, and it was lazily slanted on the crotch. When bending over and bowing to thank, the back of the waist showed a white section.

Especially attractive.

At that time, a bunch of little girls on Weibo screamed and retweeted, accompanied by nympho drooling emojis, calling congratulations to husband, brother Qing, and baby, among them was a female employee in Ying and Jiang's car dealership.

During working hours, the female employee held her mobile phone under the counter, covered her face in shyness, and said coquettishly, "Why is Young Master He so handsome..."

Ying Yujiang stood behind her, his voice cold: "How handsome."

"The whole universe..."

The female employee was stunned for a moment, wanted to cover her mouth but screamed in fright, turned her head and said in a low voice: "Ying, Mr. Ying..."

Looking back, the general manager of the car dealership behind Ying Yujiang had a livid and serious face, staring at her viciously, opened his mouth, and his mouth seemed to say: Get out!

She shrank her neck, and tears were about to flow out of her eyes, so Ying Ying and Jiang said in a deep voice, "Show me your phone."

She just watched the boss take her phone, click on the picture just forwarded, slide her finger, zoom in, zoom in, zoom in fucking again.

Then he returned the phone to himself, turned around and left.

She knew she had done something wrong, so with a sad face, she pulled the sleeve of the general manager, sobbing and asked: "Manager, should I still go?"

The manager scolded angrily, you still dare to ask me?

When Ying Yujiang went home and waited for the traffic light, he took out his mobile phone and looked through Weibo for a long time but failed to find that Weibo. The next day, he went to inspect the car dealership twice in a row for the first time ever.

When they turned to the counter again, Ying and Jiang raised their eyes and asked, "Where was that little girl yesterday?"

The general manager gritted his teeth with a heartbroken face and said, "Look at your phone during working hours, turn it on!"

Ying Yujiang gave a faint "hmm" and said again: "Help me ask, what is her Weibo account?"

The general manager nodded: "Okay boss! No...boss, what are you talking about?"

From then on, Ying and Jiang's private Weibo account followed a girl for the first time.

He just wanted to take a few more glances at the congratulations, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Now that I came to Chengdu, the first time I saw the real thing, I started to beat it up. It was really not a good ending.

Thinking about what should be and what will be, is simply a headache.

The point is that taking the money to make up for it doesn't feel like it's much use. This brat is so angry that he follows me every day, and his appearance of wanting to fight and stage fright is also amused.

He Qing and him, what he can't tolerate the most is the fist that hit his younger brother Ying Yuchen.

He knew that the fist might not have been done by He Qing himself, but if he hit it, he hit it, and if he made a mistake, he had to admit it, so he was unambiguous in his strike.

Later, when he suppressed He Qing, seeing the shame and indignation of the people under him, he remembered that his younger brother was beaten up by screaming heartbreakingly, and Ying and Jiang wanted to eat He Qing to his stomach.

At this moment, He Qing and Ying and Jiang are exchanging fire in the air, their eyes contact with electricity, sparks are almost bursting out in the humid air.

The deterrent power in the man's eyes could be felt through two layers of windshield.

I'm stupid!What are you doing?

He Qing came back to her senses, leaned her back on the neck pillow on the soft chair, shrunk her neck, and turned her eyes wildly.

When Ying and Jiang saw him in front of him, they turned their faces away, and they also looked away.

At this time, the road gradually began to clear up. Without turning his head, Ying Yu kicked the accelerator and drove straight into the fast lane, throwing He Qing's little wild horse into the sky.

He Qing raised her head, shifted to the forward gear, stepped on the accelerator, took out her mobile phone and called Fengtang again.

He Qing said: "Give me the whole George Button."

Feng Tang over there had just finished drinking, and his words were not clear: "No, my son can't get it... just that one, or..."

"I'm uncomfortable."

Hearing He Qing's aggrieved tone, Fengtang suddenly became sober, grabbed the phone and asked, "Why do you want George Patton to come?"

The congratulatory feelings were completely lost by Ying Yujiang today. Hearing the tone of my buddy, there was a clue, so he cheered up and said, "I'm going to hit Ying Yujiang."

……

On the weekend, He Qing went to the company to make a call, and then drove the little mustang sent by Fengtang to Jiuyan Bridge.

The space is very crowded on weekend nights, the bar, most people just want it to be lively.

But Fengtang and the others like to choose a hotel on the section of Binjiang East Road next to Jiuyan Bridge, open a presidential suite, meet a group of people, drink and play billiards.

The five-star hotels over there are all open next to each other. Wanda Reign is just past Shangri-La, and the Ritz-Carlton is right next to the Funan River.

He Qing seldom participates in their games, he is not as playful as Fengtang, and usually puts all his attention on the car.

Although most of Fengtang's friends are gay, there are also some bisexuals who always bring some girls over.

Most of the girls in Chengdu talk charmingly, and they utter every word in a coquettish voice, especially when they see such a big fish as He Qing, they all wish to turn their voices into fishhooks, pointing at this fish. start.

There is a mature sister Yu who has been curled up, and the v-neck of the dress is almost open to the ditch.

She walked over in a few steps on high heels, put on He Qing's neck and leaned up: "Young Master He, don't you want to take a bite of the Amarone that my cousin brought back from Italy?"

He Qing bent her elbow and gently pushed her away: "No."

The woman chased after her as if unwilling to give up, her curly hair almost brushed He Qing's face, "Young Master He, you don't drink or play, aren't you boring?"

He Qing was upset when she heard this. She couldn't drink wine, but she couldn't take a stranger's turn.

Turning her head back, He Qing sneered, "Is this what you're worried about?"

Lan Zhou, who was pouring wine here, saw that He Qing was entangled by a woman again, reached out and took the woman over and hugged her in his arms, and said to her with a low smile: "Sister Wan, please do me a favor, our family love She is very innocent..."

The woman called Sister Wan smiled coquettishly, held up the glass and swirled it, and the wine-red liquid followed the wall of the glass to create a whirlpool.

He Qing glanced sideways at Lanzhou's other arm and was holding a fucking student girl, rolled her eyes helplessly, and cursed: "Sooner or later, I will play with you."

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