nice to drive

As soon as these words came out, Ying and Jiang quietly watched the change in He Qing's face, and his heart beat violently.

He Qing had always been stern-tongued, but her edges and corners were smoothed in front of people close to her, her eyes were a little red, she stood there blankly, her brows were almost tangled up.

He suddenly felt that his lips were a little chapped, he stuck out his tongue and licked it around, and then started to be dazed again.

He Qing almost fucking hated Ying Yu's mouth.

At critical moments, there is nothing wrong with talking too little, and there is nothing wrong with the tone of voice, but every time he speaks, he can block people to death. He is the type who cherishes words like gold, and his words are like gold.

The cold wind in Chengdu at night can easily make his face hurt. This season, the center of the city is a little warmer, and the chill penetrates into He Qing's body, making him shiver all over.

On the other hand, Ying and Jiang are like mountains, standing still, as still as still water.

Like throwing such a stone down, it can't make any waves.

He Qing suddenly remembered the rumors that had been heard in the car circle, saying that Ying Yujiang was a cold-faced Yan Luo, what kind of relationship did he have with him?What are you talking about?

He only knows that he is following his interests, and nothing can be seen. Those little lovers in Beijing are colorful men and women. Once they get the money, they don't talk about feelings.

I got all the money, what kind of relationship do I want?

He couldn't think about anything else at the moment, He Qing was already irritable, and she was used to rushing, but now she was even more passionate when Ying Yu choked her with a word in her throat.

He raised his arms, his eyes were staring, his eyes were full of disbelief, his index finger was cold from the cold, it felt as if it was going to break off, he pointed at Ying Yujiang's chest, and tapped hard twice.

He Qing said angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Hearing this, Ying Yu's eyes darkened, and seeing He Qing's stiff neck, his heart softened, and he grabbed He Qing's hand and touched his face: "I'm talking about business."

"Don't play hooligans with me, speak clearly!"

After groaning these words, He Qing was completely impatient, and suddenly broke free from the restraints, throwing her hands away.

"Do you not want to owe me, are you afraid that I think you are with me just for the convenience of business? I have made it clear to you today, you are not that kind of person with me! I just want to make me feel good s things……"

A string of words rushed back and forth like a cannonball and drilled into his ears. The horizontal and vertical strokes of each word seemed to have a tail hook, and the pain was as painful as piercing the eardrum, so that even the apex of his heart twitched.

I want to explain, but I can't explain it, and I don't know where to start.

Ying Yujiang lowered his eyes to look at him, put his hands down, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said calmly: "Did I tell you, don't speculate on my thoughts."

When He Qing heard this, he was even more panicked. Between him and Ying and Jiang, he was basically the one who talked too much, from the beginning.

Now the disagreement in business suddenly sublimated into a relationship between two people, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

He knew that Should and Will is indeed a man whose actions speak louder than words.

But sometimes there are too many problems if there is less communication, and it is impossible to figure out why.

The two of them had never had a serious relationship, and they felt shy when they held hands for a while. Now that they have reached the break-in period, it seems that they are really uncomfortable without arguing a few words.

He Qing didn't swallow it all at once, and the surrounding winter environment became weaker, and the focus was all on the man in front of him.

He felt that Ying Yujiang's eyes were scratching and scratching at him like a cat's paw, causing him to glare and say: "You are wrong, you don't really like talking to me about your affairs, your business affairs , things in life..."

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, as if he was stepping on his tail, and said, "I know about Audi. You helped me so much around the Bentley reception. Now what's the matter? It's not right at all. Favor!"

This is a fucking affair at all. Now that the matter has come to an end, I want to report it, so what's the point of refusing?

What's more, when he did this, he didn't expect Ying and Will to know that such lucrative projects could come from his congratulatory handwriting.

Jian Ying and Jiang were still silent, his face was outlined by the lights in the corridor, his brows and eyes still looked cool, he was silent, those two thin lips could not be pried apart even with a lever .

Seeing this, He Qing couldn't take it anymore, reached out to find something within reach, grabbed a mobile phone and wanted to smash it on the ground, thought for a while, there were still many photos in it, gritted his teeth, took a step back, anxious and anxious Furious, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he frowned when he saw it.

How did he tell He Qing?

Is it because I have too much self-esteem, I don't want to accept this kind of project that comes to my door for nothing, I don't want to sacrifice the big self to fulfill the small self, and I don't want to have too many interests between Pangu and Gabe?

How should he tell He Qing, be on guard, there are too many people, including Gabe's people, such as He Qing's father.

These all regard him as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh, and none of his competitors is a fuel-efficient lamp. If he catches the slightest handle on Congratulations in the future, it will be the result of being overthrown by everyone, and even being dismissed by his father.

He Qing is at the age of arrogance at the moment, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and has developed a vigor and edge, and really doesn't know how to hide.

Such a person attracts too much jealousy.

For a person like He Qing who is straight-minded and doesn't change his mind, it can only be translated into four words, "I don't want to owe you anything."

He Qing stared at him for less than two or three seconds, her heart choked, and she swung her arm violently, pulling the zipper of the stand-collar padded jacket to the highest point. The chin was fleshy, and then he looked at He Qing helplessly, with the same proud look, shaking the car keys, and left without turning his head.

Leaving an unrestrained and unrestrained back, hanging out and sticking a person there for half an hour, there were circles of fallen leaves under his feet, his shoulders were wet, and he walked back slowly with a smell of wind and frost. , to find the car.

Let's go home first, and let's talk about the questions later.

……

Here, He Qing smashed the car keys when he got home.

Throwing it directly on the ground made a "bang" sound on the wooden floor, and the sound was crisp, as if it wanted to smash the balsam dal out.

He suddenly thought of the carpet that Ying Yujiang laid out for him in Wangjiang Famous Gate, it was soft and warm, and he knew the first-class material and design without looking at it.

He Qing felt uncomfortable all at once.

Father He was reading the newspaper downstairs, and when his son threw it like this, there was a loud bang on his head, which made him run upstairs to knock on the door, and asked coldly, "He Qing, why are you crazy!"

At this moment, He Qing lay on the bed with her butt pouted, reflecting on her mistakes, and said in a muffled voice to her father, "Dad, I was wrong."

For a business matter, if he cares about it like this, isn't he crazy to congratulate him?

Seeing that his son was seldom resigned, Father He felt less suspicious, knocked on the door, and warned: "Don't throw things around, I can hear you very clearly downstairs."

He Qing nodded and continued to answer: "Got it..."

As soon as these words came out, the ridicule in my heart was about to spread to my limbs.

What I know, I obviously don't know anything.

He lay on the bed and moaned, the tip of his nose was filled with the clean soapy smell of the sheets and bedding, it must have been changed by his aunt, and he slowly remembered the previous nights.

That night, he ran to the Ying family to sleep, and got into the bed of the young master of the Ying family, and was afraid that the young master of the Ying family would listen to some trouble, so the two of them endured unbearably, staring blankly in the bed, and in the end it was Congratulations Covering the quilt and covering his mouth, he suppressed all his voice.

I'm sorry.

That night didn't make it to the end, He Qing still felt like her whole body was falling apart, she got up in the middle of the night and was blown by the wind, she was cold, and she kept sneezing.

Ying Yujiang woke up when he sneezed for the first time, got up and went to the cupboard to get a winter quilt to cover him, coaxed He Qing to sleep for a while, and then fell asleep beside him.

Who would have thought that He Qing would sneak up again that night, it was too cold, so she went to hug the quilt.

He Qing felt that he was twenty, and in a few years' time he would be on his way to the third year. In addition, when he was a teenager, he was a bit disorganized when he danced and danced.

He slept that night, feeling cold, so he took a few extra beds to cover him up. As a result, he was covered with too many quilts, and he was almost crushed to death when he turned over.

He Qing stretched out her feet that couldn't be covered no matter how hot she was covered, and went to Bing Ying Yu Jiang's thighs. The ice was so cold that Ying Yu Jiang's eyelids trembled, and she stretched out her hand to grab He Qing's ankles. I picked it up and put on some less heavy quilts again.

At that time, Ying Yujiang still scolded him with a cold face: "Build the fifth floor to sleep, you are really not afraid of suffocation."

Can you not be afraid, it is too cold...

Should and will be like a stove, if you don't hug, you don't hug.

He Qing hugged him like an octopus, and hugged Ying Yujiang from behind. Ying Yujiang almost fell asleep with his eyes closed, reached out to hold He Qing's hand, and squeezed the palm of his hand.

Then hold it.

The memories stopped, and now He Qing was wrapped in cotton wool pajamas, huddled up in the bed, kicked the blanket over and over with her toes, and fell heavily on herself.

This velvet blanket is a special-grade velvet blanket that the family brought from Xinjiang. Rounding it up, it is the velvet blanket from the north.

He Qing was thinking logically and chaotically, thinking that he felt a little hot all over his body, so he stretched out one foot from the bed and swayed it on the edge of the bed.

The candle-shadow wall lamp in the room made the scene extremely ambiguous, and the dim light was like a movie, playing the film into pieces, all of which were memories of the man in my mind.

Some are crazy in bed, some are doing sit-ups and kissing while exercising...

He still remembers the touch of the kiss.

He Qing was pressed down on his calves by Ying and Jiang, with his hands resting on the back of his head, his upper body was naked, his eyes turned brightly, hooking Ying and Jiang's gaze like hooks, and when the prey was almost attracted, he went back to his own way Pretend to train up.

Every time he completes a sit-up, he just sits in a sitting position, and Ying and Jiang, who are pressing his calf, move their face forward and reward him with a kiss.

With her legs being crushed like this, He Qing insisted on making thirty or forty kisses in one breath, until her mouth was almost numb, and then she stopped, and was kissed by Ying Yujiang with her arms around her waist.

I haven't seen you for two days, do you think so?

Honestly, think.

……

My heart was cold, my relationship was cold, and the weather was even colder for two days, so I just passed by like this.

Ying and Jiang knew that they were wronged by this matter, but they couldn't say anything about their suffering, and they didn't like the cold war, and they couldn't bear to neglect He Qing even for a minute.

He sent messages to He Qing on time at every hour every day, and his enthusiasm was probably more accurate than that of the bell tower telling the time on the hour. He sent a message "Missing you" at one o'clock, forcing He Qing to not hold back after counting to twelve o'clock. Stay, come back, me too.

It’s the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, and Chengdu is about to become an empty city. People from various cities have rushed home from the provincial capital, with large and small bags, and the highway out of the city is congested all day long. The entrance is a red sea, and the tail lights can shoot people’s eyes Get red.

The ID card in Ying Yujiang's hand was checked several times by himself, and he thought that he had to take a night flight tonight and take Ying Yuchen back to Beijing.

At this time, most people were rushing to leave Beijing, and they themselves became wanderers in a foreign land.

Cars have sold a lot in recent days, and as the Chinese New Year is approaching, more people are willing to spend money, especially compact mid-priced models, which sell very well.

The car hall was so busy that he often forgot to eat, and only remembered to send a message to He Qing every hour.

I'm too busy with work, and I don't have time to go to his house, so if I make trouble with him through the screen on my mobile phone, he will always answer.

Ying and Jiang met He Qing and replied to the message, so they found a cloth to wipe off the water on their hands, threw the pliers aside, and went to get the phone to reply the message.

He didn't dare to mention to He Qing that he was going back to Beijing to celebrate the new year. After all, his father was still there and asked him if he could go home earlier. It is too late to say that it is too late to arrive at the Capital Airport at eleven o'clock.

I didn’t go home last year when the accident was still in the limelight, but this year I finally settled down in other places, so I have to go home and have a look.

Renmin South Road, the main road in Chengdu, during the twelfth lunar month, as people continued to go to the city, the road became empty.

Occasionally there are a few vehicles passing by, the trees on both sides of the wide road are covered with red, and a row of lanterns is hung high.

Seeing this scene when Ying Yujiang was driving by, he couldn't help but think of Beijing.

And when I was in Beijing for the Chinese New Year the year before last, when I went to the streets, the feeling of emptiness and loneliness suddenly swelled to the extreme in people's hearts.

When crossing the Second Ring Elevated Road, the four huge fonts of Wangjiang Famous Gate were white and golden, standing on the roof, extremely high, especially dazzling in the dark night, standing out from the crowd.

Looking at the entire South Second Ring Elevated Road, all eyes are attracted by these four words.

Ying and Jiang didn't look at it any more, they turned their faces away, half of their faces were illuminated brightly by the very bright real estate nameplates and the streetlights on the elevated second ring road.

After the New Year's Eve, when I come back after the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I will be able to hold the house.