nice to drive

Chengdu, Muma Mountain Blue Cartier.

He Qing swears that this Mercedes-Benz reception can be ranked among the top five most luxurious receptions in his memory.

Not to mention how expensive this place is, just the celebrities invited are all big names, and there are several celebrities. Although He Qing doesn't care much about entertainment and gossip, her figure and temperament can be seen at a glance from the crowd .

Of course, Ying Yujiang is the most handsome.

Considering that not every company brings drivers, the reception also specially arranges surrogate drivers for the guests, and they are all guarding at the door. Unlike Didi, they are all professional drivers who serve the reception.

It was useless for He Qing to refuse the toast to the guests on the grounds that the driver had a glass of wine and his relatives would cry. He could only sip the wine in his glass under Ying Yu's stern eyes.

When he met the first one he really couldn't hide from, Young Master He only had a lot of pride and did more than half of it in one bite.

When they met the second one, Ying Yujiang came over, standing next to He Qing like a bodyguard, the facial paralysis could not be cured, as soon as he raised his arm, a quarter of the Hennessy in the cup entered throat.

Ying Yujiang poured a large bottle of foreign wine into his cup with lowered eyes, stood in front of He Qing, looked up at the strange middle-aged man in front of him, and said indifferently: "Brother Yang, Young Master He was just discharged from the hospital a while ago. I will skip this glass of wine for He."

The man who was called out was taken aback for a moment, showing great face, and then followed suit, smiling: "Ying is always very loyal."

Ying and Jiang swallowed the liquid in their throats, with an unchanging composure on their faces: "It's a matter of duty."

Just four simple words, at the banquet in this atmosphere, the man didn't seem to want to delve into the meaning of it, nodded to Ying and General He Qing, and said goodbye temporarily.

He Qing watched the man go away, her eyes were still floating as she kept shuttling among the guests, she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling curtain, shook the liquid in her hand, and asked, "Do you know him?"

"know."

Ying Yujiang replied, looked down a little to see He Qing's exposed half of the back of his fair neck, and stretched out his hand to straighten his collar.

Fewer people were looking for congratulations and drinks, but more ladies came. Several young ladies who were familiar with him came to him with snacks, and there were even mature middle-aged women with graceful appearance, who came to hand over their business cards. Ask him about his life without saying a few words.

At first, he was fluent, but when he asked in-depth questions, he was not particularly good at lying, so he stuttered when asked...

Dare to come here to observe the future son-in-law.

After they all rested and turned around a few more times, they stopped following He Qing's Ying and Jiang, stretched out their arms to wrap He Qing towards him, and put all their strength on his back to block him from moving forward.

It was like trying to drive a duck to the shelves, pushing He Qing staggered, she turned her head and stared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Take a walk."

He Qing turned her head while walking, looking at Ying Yujiang's expression, she pursed her lips tightly, still with the same paralyzed expression.

Let you be jealous too!

He Qing's back was half pushed and half pressed, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ying Yu led her to the cigar room outside the banquet hall, and then went outside to the back door of the banquet hall, entering the bathroom.

The two of them haven't had a habit of flirting in the bathroom yet, they just stood at the corner outside the banquet hall, chatting casually.

Facing the night view of the entire Muma Mountain, behind it is the bustling singing and dancing under the crystal chandelier.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around and there were fewer guests coming to the bathroom, He Qing squinted her eyes, relaxed a little, reached out to pat Ying Yujiang's shoulder, as if plastering, and said with a smile: "My off-road car, especially Have a good time?"

Ying Yujiang also smiled, and seeing He Qing's crescent eyes, the previous discomfort faded away, and he replied honestly: "It's okay."

"Don't worry, brother George won't fall out of favor... I plan to drive that 812 to Fengtang. I saw something happened to the Mustang a few days ago, so don't worry about him driving his little broken car."

Ying Yujiang kneaded his paws on his shoulders for a while, but there was no reaction when he stood there, and he replied flatly, "Yes."

Why did this person talk less?

Back and forth, wasn't he the one who flung the car keys at him in the banquet hall and turned off the electric discharge just now?

He Qing raised her foot, kicked the general with her shiny leather toe, and groaned, "What's wrong? Are you so jealous? Why are you so..."

"Seeing you talking, I just want to kiss you."

Ying Yujiang suddenly leaned over, his voice hoarse, his eyes very serious.

This sentence made He Qing feel like he was choking on his throat, his cheeks were flushed, he coughed several times, and pretended to be angry: "You are the one who talks the most f*cking words!"

Ying and Jiang raised eyebrows: "Still talking?"

He Qing was teased for a while, pain and happiness, the pain is pain because there are so many people at the moment, such a large piece of meat in front of him can't eat his mouth, his heart is itchy, he took a step forward, and looked around cautiously Look, after confirming that there is no one outside the banquet hall, go to hold up the hand that Ying and Jiang are hanging down.

He lowered his head and kissed the back of Ying and Jiang's hands lightly.

Ying and Jiang were stunned for a few seconds, the hand was stuck in front of him.

The person in front of him raised his head slightly, his eyes and eyebrows flying.

Ying Yujiang turned his hand slightly, with the palm facing upwards. From his perspective, it seemed to be supporting He Qing's face.

It's like holding a galaxy in your hands.

……

At the end of January, Ying Xiaoer was on vacation, and packed up all her things for a while. Before it was time for school, she rushed downstairs to the dormitory with her bags and suitcases in her arms.

He stood at the door of the dormitory, still holding the phone in his hand, and complained in a low voice: "Brother, where are you?"

Sitting in the co-driver over there, He Qing helped Ying Yujiang answer the phone. Although he and Ying Xiaoer turned their fights into friends, enemies into friends, and victims into uncles, they still couldn't help but want to take advantage of Ying Xiaoer .

So He Qing also said in a very sad tone: "Brother, we have arrived at the third ring road."

This yell made Ying Xiaoer almost drop his cell phone, and he still couldn't get rid of the psychological shadow of He Qing, so he calmed down his emotions and replied: "Sister-in-law, hello, please let my brother answer the phone."

What sister-in-law...

He Qing's head is getting bigger. Although he is quite satisfied with this title, he still wants Ying Xiaoer to call himself "brother-in-law", so he simply continues to put on a show: "Brother, please call me brother-in-law."

Ying Xiaoer is also a hard-boned person, his neck is blown to the point of being an Ice Prince.

He thought that he was the most handsome ice sculpture that was blown to death by the cold wind, so he let out a sigh of relief and still stood tall: "Sister-in-law, please let my brother answer the phone."

He Qing's phone didn't connect to Ying and Jiang's car's bluetooth, and only they could hear their conversation. Ying and Jiang, who were concentrating on driving, were completely ignorant, and could only roughly guess two live treasures from He Qing's words. Saying something again, he smiled helplessly.

Jian Ying and the general remained silent, He Qing was overdressed, he was lying on the co-pilot and changed 1 postures, and he was still twisting and turning, no matter how he sat, he was not as comfortable as before, and he was bored sitting in the car, so he decided to Continue to fight with Ying Xiaoer.

He Qing cleared her throat, and hummed, "Haven't you ever heard of the alarm bell ringing at all times, not relaxing at all times, holding the steering wheel, and tightening the safety strings?"

On the other end of the phone, Ying Xiaoer was stupefied by the safety slogans from He Qing, and she responded without any pressure: "Strictness is love, looseness is harm, if there is an accident, it will harm the descendants. My descendants have not had any accidents yet. Almost freezing to death!"

He Qing was so angry that she rolled her eyes, she couldn't imagine meeting Ying Xiaoer in the future, she might have to drink a few more liters of water.

He sat up straight, and suddenly felt that the car was not moving much. He raised his eyes to look outside the front windshield. He just got off the West Third Ring Road, and all the vehicles coming and going gathered at this intersection, completely jammed into a pot of porridge. They all honked their horns indiscriminately, completely forgetting that Chengdu has banned it.

This fucking is all RMB, brothers.

Seeing the traffic jam, He Qing said to the other end of the phone: "Ying Yuchen, don't you see that you have a sharp mouth?"

He was still a little worried that Ying Yuchen's little bastard was really freezing, and he was impatient, after all, they were indeed late for almost an afternoon because of their respective work matters, and it was estimated that the children's school was almost empty.

He Qing muted the call, then turned to ask Ying and Jiang, "How long will it take to get stuck?"

Ying Yujiang also knew what he was worried about, looked at the road conditions with a frown, and comforted him: "It's estimated to be an hour."

Ying Xiaoer couldn't hear what the two of them were talking about, so she stood in the wind with her mobile phone in her hand and sneezed.

It's so cold.

He Qing turned off the mute again, a little impatient, and asked Ying Xiaoer: "Hello? Where are you right now, little friend?"

Ying Xiaoer rubbed his nose, he was really dumbfounded, he didn't care about being called a kid by someone who was only two years older, and he spoke in a low voice: "Downstairs in the dormitory, if you don't come here, the door will be closed. The car can't even get in, and I have to carry the luggage to the school gate one by one later..."

He Qing took off the seat belt three times, five times and two times, and with the phone in his ear, he said, "Wait, right away."

Ying and Jiang watched him go to unfasten his seat belt, reached out to hold He Qing down, frowned and said, "Where are you going?"

Turning her head to look at the "fire tricycles" coming and going outside the window, that is, tricycles, He Qing stared and made sure that there were no bicycles and battery cars passing by before opening the door.

He turned back to Ying and the general and said, "I'll take a three-wheel ride first and help him carry his things to the school gate, come slowly!"

With a heartbeat, Ying Yujiang stretched out his hand to pull him back, and touched his brow lightly with his lips.

"be careful."

So He Qing jumped out of the car and almost sprained her foot. The chassis of this car is too damn high. Fortunately, she has long legs, but she still has to pay attention every time she gets off the car.

It took him a long time to get to the door of the dormitory, and his hair was fucking messed up.

From afar, He Qing saw Ying Xiaoer standing alone under the tree, like a young sapling whose leaves had been pulled out, with a lot of luggage beside him, his eyes lit up: "Here!"

He Qing picked up a bundle and carried it on her back, dragging the suitcase in front of her, and muttered, "You have a lot of things... how can a boy have so many things!"

Ying Xiaoer retorted: "This is only half of my country! Last year, my brother and I went back to Beijing to pick up our luggage. Oh, 90.00% of it is mine..."

"Your brother has so little stuff?"

"My brother has nothing. He, from Beijing, is alone, alone, walking alone..."

"..."

He Qingsheng was afraid that he would abuse words again, and the next sentence would be something like "unaccompanied", so he hurriedly said: "Stop, stop!"

Ying Xiaoer blinked, then suddenly remembered his dear brother, and asked, "By the way, where is my brother?"

He Qing gave him a white look: "Your brother is still on the way, I'll take three rounds first, I'm afraid you will freeze to death, and your brother is afraid that the entire West Third Ring Road will be demolished."

Ying Xiaoer was so moved that she was on the verge of tears, and she didn't know whether she was moved by the first half of the sentence or the second half of the sentence. Seeing that He Qing was struggling to mention it, she went to take the bag from He Qing's hand regardless of whether she still had a big bag or a small bag. Carried in a bag.

He Qing looked back at him: "I can move."

Forget it, later, if his brother sees Young Master He carrying so many things and is made like a donkey by him, he will give himself a lesson before he can go home and close the door.

After the three of them met, they went to the Red Sorghum Seafood Restaurant to have a meal together. It was almost a small year ahead of schedule, and they ordered a bunch of seafood. smile.

Ying and Jiang kept silent, peeled a lot of crab meat, and put them in the congratulatory bowl.

Ying Xiaoer, who was gnawing hard on the side, saw this scene as soon as he looked up, and looked at his brother in shock...

These meats used to be mine! ! !

……

The arrangements for the Spring Festival are almost out, and Ying and Jiang will try their best to arrange Pangu's affairs well before the Chinese New Year, and go to various sales outlets every day to hand over work one by one.

He still has to take his younger brother back to Beijing for the New Year, and it is estimated that he will be separated from He Qing for about half a month.

However, he was driving around for meetings and doing errands in the past few days, and found some things that he hadn't noticed much.

For example, the sales rights of Jaguar I-PACE mass-produced version this year, and the exclusive maintenance agency rights of Lamborghini's new Urus in Chengdu, as well as some small and large projects, were successively selected by Pangu.

Ying Xiaoer was still playing computer games when his brother came home. He was wearing earphones, his legs were crossed, and he was curled up on a soft chair. He was connected to the microphone with his teammates while operating.

His ears were sharp, and he heard the familiar sound of the engine downstairs, which was not loud but not weak, and the sense of hearing he had practiced for several years immediately took effect.

Ying Xiaoer said into the microphone: "Damn, buddy, I'll go first!"

He unplugged the microphone and earphones, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them under the bed, pressed the switch of the main unit, quickly lifted the covers, took out the electric hot water bottle that had been charging on one side, stuffed them into the bed, and messed up his forehead. With a hair, he also drilled in.

When Ying Yujiang pushed the door and came in, his face was livid, but this emotion had nothing to do with Ying Xiaoer, he glanced coldly at his brother's room, seeing that the little kid was still awake at three o'clock in the morning, his headache was even worse .

He walked to the computer desk and reached out to touch the host.

Ying Xiaoer squinted his eyes on the bed, thinking that he just got up and hadn't been playing for a long time, so he shouldn't be hot yet, right?

Then his elder brother strode to the bedside again, stretched out his hand to brush the messy hair on his younger brother's forehead, and sighed softly.

Ying Xiaoer thought that there shouldn't be a big problem, so he held his breath, his eyelids didn't dare to tremble, and he pretended to be sleepy and turned his face, humming in his nasal cavity: "Mmm..."

The next second, Ying Yu sat down on the bed, then stood up, lifted the place where he was sitting just now, and said coldly: "Ying Yuchen, what time is it?"

Ying Xiaoer suddenly sat up, staring, not daring not to answer: "It's three o'clock, brother."

Ying Yujiang was about to teach him a lesson with a cold face, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that there was nothing to say.

I am really in a bad mood today, and I have no intention of educating my younger brother at all.

Ying Yu waved his hand, stretched out his hand to take back the corner of the quilt, and rubbed his little brother's furry head: "Forget it, go to sleep, stop playing."

He closed the door when he went out, leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

After finishing his work the next day, he sent He Qing a WeChat message.

Pangu Famous Car Museum: Are you free tomorrow night?

No Jiabei: yes yes yes

Seeing that Ying and Jiang didn't reply, He Qing took the mobile phone and replied: The schedule is very expensive, and it takes an hour to make a phone call

Pangu Famous Car Hall: Buyout.

No Gabe: deal [heart/]

It was still a bit cold before winter, the cold air was tinged with dampness, and the clothes inside seemed to be stuck to the body, making it very uncomfortable.

The two of them just came out wearing a heater, and they didn't feel much at first.

This is the downstairs of the single office building of the Jiabei Group. He Qing is really busy, so he can only go downstairs when he has time to meet with Ying and the general.

Ying Yujiang stood under the moonlight, his tall figure cast a silhouette, his resolute face was covered with a layer of haze, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't say a word.

He just stared at He Qing, the gloomy eyes in his eyes, he didn't realize it, and stood aside for a while, blocking He Qing from the wind.

Ying Yujiang just lit a cigarette, and then thought that He Qing can't smoke, and it's better not to smoke second-hand smoke all the time, so he pinched the cigarette butt with his fingers.

Alarm bells were ringing in He Qing's heart, and she felt a little faint.

something?I haven't made any mistakes recently, and I haven't done anything bad. Why are you so serious?

There must be a reason for that...

Ying and Jiang sighed and said seriously: "Don't pave the way for me."

"Business is business, and feelings are feelings. Let's look at it separately. Don't help me too much."

Now He Qing understands what's going on. Although he knows that he has such a temperament, he still feels a little uncomfortable. Ying and Jiang's company is a company, and his own company is also a company. Why can't they help?

As soon as He Qing gritted his teeth, his temper came up, and the tails of his eyes followed Feitiao: "That's my project, yes, but don't you plan to build a Jaguar shop next to Pangu next year?"

Ying Yujiang couldn't see him so seriously, he just felt uncomfortable in his heart, and said coldly: "Congratulations, that's my business next year."

As soon as this address and words came out, He Qing's eyes almost turned red, and when he heard it, it was not the case.

"What does that matter? It's just a few projects. Pangu has the ability to do it, why can't I do it for you? I do too much sales, and Gabe doesn't lack these two..."

The young master born with congratulations was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was always served on his back wherever he went, and he never had much scruples about speaking in front of Ying and Jiang.

As soon as he said this, he felt that this project was a charity, but Ying and Jiang didn't care about this, and he was not that sensitive.

"Really, no need."

After finishing speaking, seeing that He Qing was shivering from the cold, Ying Yujiang lowered his eyes, took off his coat and put it on for him, his actions and words were completely different channels: "You mind your own business."

Chengdu is too big, and there are too many unknowns. He wants to keep walking with He Qing.

He has imagined many, many things. The first requirement is that he must earn enough money by himself, and he must be able to stabilize his footing. With Gabe Group.

It is so scary in the business field. Once a project is sold out, or two companies have cooperated, they will be infinitely hooked up and noticed.

The real big boss behind Jiabei Group is He Qing's father.

No matter how powerful He Qing is, no matter how ruthless his wrist is, he is only a 20-year-old youth, and he cannot overcome many things.

Ying and Jiang are different, they have been around for seven years longer than him, and they have a long way to go, so they have seen too much.

He Qing didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, returned the clothes to him, and said in a daze, "How long is your flight?"

Although he knew that he was changing the subject, Ying Yujiang panicked, but he still answered seriously: "Three days later."

"Okay, let's not talk about the project. If you help me, I will help you... I will take you and Ying Yuchen to the airport. It is inconvenient for you to drive at the airport."

Ying and Jiang said flatly: "I don't want these items."

Hearing that he still meant the same thing, He Qing's already irritable temper was completely ignited, his eyes were red, and his voice still seemed to be grinded out of his throat.

"I fought so hard to give it to you, but you fucking turned around and told me to pay it back to Gabe. You gave up so much for me, and it's so difficult to accept a little of my love!"

Ying Yujiang tried to calm his emotions, and his tone slowed down a bit: "What you fought so hard for is Gabe's."

"Don't worry about me anymore."