nice to drive

Following this lunatic all the way for more than 20 minutes, He Qing was finally put down in a deserted place beside the third ring road.

On the side of the road in the early morning, there is no taxi, let alone Didi, who would like to come.

Congratulations are really out of the question, call Fengtang, and the voice is miserable: "Brother, come and pick me up."

In the end, after more than 40 minutes, He Qing was staggered by the night wind, and his mobile phone was almost out of battery. Only then did he look at the Range Rover in Lanzhou parked on the side of the road from a distance, with the emergency lights on. Fa Xiao got out of the car, ran over with a down jacket, wrapped it around He Qing's body, and got into the car to protect her.

He Qing spent a long time thinking about it in the back seat, but he didn't think about how to explain the situation to them. After all, he was also caught off guard.

When getting out of the car, the one surnamed Shan said very seriously: "Young Master He, when you and Ying Yujiang break up, give me a chance?"

He Qing rolled her eyes, almost punched her fist, and replied viciously: "Not that day."

The Land Rover Range Rover in Lanzhou was only five or sixty meters away, and He Qing received a text message from an unfamiliar number, just a few words: If you and Mr. Feng family lead Lan Shao into a corner, remember to tell me.

"Hold!"

He Qing couldn't help cursing, and quickly turned around through the rear windshield to see where the car surnamed Shan was parked nearby. Sure enough, he really saw the car he just got off at the gate on the opposite road.

Immediately afterwards, another message came: Of course, Young Master Lan is definitely not as good as you.

Don't you just want to have sex, and you speak so affectionately and grandly, who are you pretending to show?

How dare you fuck Lan Zhou's idea!

Feng Tang on the front co-pilot was still a little worried and kept turning his head to ask him what's the matter, He Qing was almost pissed off, the tip of his nose was blocked by the smell of alcohol and tobacco on the two of them, and he felt dizzy from the wind Suddenly, he bit his lip and kept silent, hummed and chirped a few words, and just passed it off.

He no longer wanted to say that the guy who drove an Aston Martin was a gentleman and had good taste, and that the guy with the last name was a fucking bastard.

In the next few days, He Qing was still entangled in the affairs of the group, and finally had a rest. He was directly arranged by an invitation letter thrown by his father, and went to the North American Auto Show by plane. City Detroit.

It was another five days after I came back. I was entertained by the agent there and had to eat several meals a day. I had to get a massage before staying in a hotel at night, but the red light district that the car friends took to was not so pleasant.

Congratulations is now facing those European and American girls with big breasts and peach buttocks. She doesn't call at all, and even her mind is full of the scenes of sleeping with girls before. Although they are all imagined, it is still the same It's stuck in my heart and I can't swallow it.

To put it bluntly, it's like eating jealousy and looking for trouble. This kind of weird emotion made He Qing have no time to deal with those enthusiastic foreign riders.

How can anyone even eat the jealousy of their bedmates from ancient times?

But I like him so much, it's normal to be jealous...

Occasionally, a few male car friends saw that he was not interested, so they became a little cautious, pulled He Qing and asked him if he wanted to change, before finishing a few words, they started to move, and put their hands on He Qing's waist Rubbing lightly on his stomach, a smell of men's perfume hit his face, making him choked.

He Qing just frowned, bent his elbows to push him away a little distance, and said politely, he has a boyfriend.

The other party all stared wide-eyed in amazement, and then clapped their hands and cheered, asking who was the god, or praised that person for being so lucky.

He Qing shook her head, blinked her eyes, the little mole under the corner of her tail was shining brightly, and she didn't say who it was.

When returning from Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport, He Qing got off the flight transferred from Beijing and landed in Shuangliu at three or four o'clock in the morning. Unsurprisingly, he saw a familiar figure at the arrival exit of T2 of Shuangliu Airport.

But this time it was Ying Yuchen, the little bastard who came here, with his hands in his pockets, a dark blue cotton jacket with orange and yellow stripes on it, a pair of spirulina sneakers on his feet, and his dark brown hair was messy, but because he didn't cover it Rest on the forehead, refreshed, looking very youthful.

It's nice to be young, every time He Qing looks at Ying Yuchen, he thinks of how he was in high school and happy in life.

He was still dragging a suitcase of luggage in his hands, and his face was a bit haggard. He didn't dare to say that he was dragged to play in the red light district. over luggage.

Ying Xiaoer looked his sister-in-law up and down, with a slightly worried expression on her face, and couldn't help but say, "Oh, you came out after wearing a pedal board? Didn't you sleep well on the plane?"

He Qing was still wearing the slippers she brought out from the hotel. She stepped on the soft ones and was much more comfortable than wearing leather shoes. She stared and replied, "What's wrong with the slippers? I feel comfortable! But can I sleep well here? I turned around a few times , the time difference can't be reversed..."

Ying Xiaoer ran a few steps like a dog, holding a bag of He Qing's luggage in his hand. He was already quite tall, but he still couldn't change his eyes like a little white rabbit, but his words were sloppy. He said: "Enough for the game, right? I have to go to school tomorrow, and I'll still go to school because of you..."

Glancing back, He Qing squeezed Ying Xiaoer's nape with her bare hands, and said, "None of my business, are you forcing your brother to accompany you on your birthday today? Come pick me up by the way, sir Credit is up!"

Ying Xiaoer, who was exposed, laughed "Hey", and ran a few steps after He Qing, and said in a loud voice, "I'm nineteen today, and tomorrow I'm going to take my third exam and get my driver's license!"

Yep, Ying and Jiang are going to spend money to buy a car for his younger brother.

He Qing had to eat a little when he saw jealousy, and he felt really uncomfortable if he didn't eat it. He rolled his eyes and scolded: "Ying Yuchen, how many times have you been fucked up...you haven't passed the exam yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ying Xiaoer dragging his suitcase and rushing away, surpassing He Qing, and turning his head back, "It's still two times away!"

The person who was provoked was stunned for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face. These two brothers are both generous masters, but why are there so many differences in personality and appearance?

As soon as I got out of the terminal, I saw Ying and Jiang's Maybach S parked on the side of the road with the emergency lights on. Ying and Jiang took off the seat belt and got out of the car, took the suitcase from Ying Xiao's second-hand bag and put it in the trunk. After finishing it, he got into the car with a cold face, watched He Qing sit on the co-pilot, leaned over, and fastened the seat belt for him.

Before He Qing could speak, Ying Yujiang reached out and hooked his neck, and pressed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Then Ying and Jiang sat up straight, stretched out their hands to press the gear, stepped on the accelerator firmly, locked the doors around them, and slowly drove into the airport expressway.

Ying Xiaoer was sitting on the back seat, really nervous, his palms were sweaty, after all he hadn't gotten used to the scene where his brother and He Qing were kissing, he was afraid that there would be firewood, Xiaobie was better than a newlywed, he couldn't control it, Leaving him alone in the car turned on like an LED marquee.

But fortunately, his brother is still relatively able to hold on.

After returning to Wangjiang Mingmen at night, Ying Xiaoer quickly ran into his room and fell asleep. After half an hour, he still couldn't help but ran to the door of his brother's room and stood there listening to him.

Once that kind of adolescent curiosity came up, I couldn't restrain it no matter what, so I just listened to it, but I didn't hear any strange movements. Ying Xiaoer even wondered if his brother was dying...

He had only stood there for a few minutes, only to hear his brother growl in a low voice: "Yi Yuchen!"

I'm sorry, this time Ying Xiaoer was scared to death. He quickly ran back to the room and pretended to be dead. Wearing a white bath towel, she looked like she had just taken a shower, and the stubble was still dripping.

At this time, Ying Xiaoer's upper body was full of drama, half of his head poked out from under the quilt, and he said in a daze as if dying: "What are you doing, brother..."

Ying Yujiang squinted his eyes to see his cowardly behavior, he couldn't get angry, and felt that his younger brother was funny, and said, "You are very capable, and you can listen to the wall?"

After a pause, he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob: "Come on, I have to go to the third exam early tomorrow morning, so go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, he turned off the light in his younger brother's room, turned around and closed the door. The room was suddenly dark. After Xiao Er called out, after washing up in the private bathroom in the room, he shrank back from the bed and sulked. After being angry for a while, I fell asleep in a daze...

The third-year high school student woke up early in the morning, and couldn't hold back his curiosity when he woke up. Ying Xiaoer didn't wear any slippers, so he tiptoed to the door of his brother's room, and put his ear against the crack of the door. After the low panting sound could not be heard, there was the muffled sound of a heavy object falling on the carpet, which made Ying Xiaoer's heart skip a beat.

Then He Qing scolded in a hoarse voice: "Yingyu will get you out of here!"

After a few seconds, it was still He Qing's voice: "Don't you think it hurts? Ass, ass! Are you staring at me? Still staring at me? Well, you are awesome, don't move, go, lie flat..."

Ying Xiaoer almost exclaimed, eavesdropping with wide-eyed eyes, her heart skipped a beat, but she loves his brother so much.

He really has thousands of calculations, one hundred thousand did not expect...

His mighty elder brother, who was actually the one below, was treated so fiercely.

Suddenly, the feeling of mortal enmity with He Qing reappeared spontaneously, Ying Xiaoer secretly clenched his fists in his heart, and decided to have a good talk with his brother when his brother sent him to the examination room today this problem.

But he was a little worried, could his brother get up to see him off?

So, feeling uneasy, Ying Xiaoer held a bowl of porridge at the dining table and watched his brother and He Qing leave the room one after the other. Qing was also wrapped in a beige sports coat, with a pair of cotton slippers on her feet, stepped on the threshold, and whistled: "Hurry up and eat, I will send you there after eating."

Drinking half of the porridge in one go, turning grief and anger into strength, Ying Xiaoer said slowly, "It's enough for my brother to give me..."

In the end, the Maserati president was parked sideways at the gate of the Longgang driving test site. After stopping for a few minutes, the car drove away again, leaving Ying Xiaoer standing there alone, shivering, it was so fucking cold .

Forget it, let's talk about the exam first.

……

After the incident with Shan's card, He Qing made a special trip to the Nigro Hotel, took the wind hall, and sat for two or three afternoons, but didn't see anything about Shan Jiang. The acquaintance of his father.

He especially wanted to call out the hotel surveillance and ask someone to delete it, but this is tantamount to scaring the snake. If trouble is caused, he will be sent to the army again, but he completely forgot that he followed the general and the general out of the hotel that afternoon. After the elevator, was there any intimate behavior in the corridor? At that moment, the rationality in my mind was softened into a paste.

Ying Xiao passed Subject [-] of Subject [-] and took Subject [-] in the afternoon, and got his motor vehicle driver's license at five or six in the afternoon. As soon as He Qing went to find Ying Yujiang in the evening, he saw the child hanging on his brother's neck Nao, said that he wanted to go to the Jingang Circuit.

He Qing looked at Ying Xiaoer, and the latter looked back as if not to be outdone, walked around his brother's garage, but couldn't find a suitable car.

Seeing Ying and Jiang's reluctance, he was afraid that he would be eager to give his brother the whole armored vehicle, so he would not be afraid of being hit on the track.

He Qing walked over with her hands in her pockets, bumped into Ying Xiaoer, and said with a smile, "Do you really want to go to Jingang tonight?"

"Yeah, I haven't been there for a long time..."

After finishing this sentence, Ying Xiaoer remembered the last time he had a fight with He Qing in Jingang, so he quickly stopped talking, and resentfully said, "Think I didn't say anything."

He Qing didn't say a word, took out her mobile phone and called Jingang, saying that the venue was reserved tonight, and it was like ninety o'clock in the evening, with five or six people and three cars.

After the phone call, He Qing took the Lamborghini Centenario key from his pocket and handed it to Ying Xiaoer, saying, "You drive this one, I'll drive the P1, and I'll call you someone who is at the same level as you, and I'll go for a spin with you at night." son?"

When night fell, three supercars gathered on the Jingang Circuit. Lan Zhou, who was said by He Qing to be as skilled as Ying Xiaoer, a novice, also drove his Porsche 911, and Feng Tang, the co-pilot, With the car window down, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he kept waving his hands, and Lan Zhou was terrified, fearing that this idiot would burn his soft top.

Lanzhou drives an off-road vehicle every day, looking at He Qing's supercar, I feel itchy in my heart, but the driving skills are not satisfactory, there is really no need to spoil the baby, so I brought a white car with a red soft-top Porsche 911 to drive for fun, in Jingang I have also been running for several days. I have been racing for a long time, and I have practiced hand grinding. People in the rivers and lakes call it the "Little Red Riding Hood of the Golden Port".

Compare this car with the congratulatory Centenario that Ying Xiaoer drove today. The latter is silver-gray with a golden skirt. It is a wolf with a big tail.

After this battle, Ying and Jiang sat on the congratulatory McLaren P1 and ran with Lanzhou and Ying Xiaoer all the way. It was a scene of chasing the wind, the momentum was huge, the sound of the engine could be heard in the sky, and the battle was very fierce. .

Fortunately, Lanzhou was afraid that Ying Xiaoer, a novice, would drive too fast, and the speed was too high, which only made the child overly addicted to the handle.

In the end, Lanzhou drifted the car to a distance of [-] meters in front of the Centenario driven by Ying Xiaoer. The track was brightly lit, and the spotlights staggered, making the three cars shine in the dark night, like the front of a car race. Like the top three, they all stopped on the track.

Ying and Jiang leaned on their seats, lit a cigarette, and felt a little dazed for a while.

Just like when we first met.

Back home at night, He Qing was leaning on the bedside table, with a soft pillow under her buttocks, she was too nervous to run with Ying Xiaoer in Jingang today, she kept pinching the steering wheel, her mouth was red, and it still hurt a little.

A row of large characters flashed on the screen of his mobile phone, and it was an electronic invitation letter. He was watching the Hong Kong station of this year's FEFE new season, that is, this year's FIA Electric Formula, at the Hong Kong Central Waterfront Circuit.

He Qing thought for a while, looked at the invitation list and the organizer, and saw Pan Gu's name, so she excitedly sent a WeChat message to Ying Yujiang.

Bu Jiabei: Go to Hong Kong together at the end of the month?

Pangu Famous Car Hall: ?

Bu Jiabei: FEFE new season Hong Kong station, I see you are on the invitation list

Pangu Famous Car Museum: I don't know about it.

He Qing flipped through the list again, staring fixedly at the handover party in Chengdu, her heart skipped a beat.

He hesitated, pushed open the door of the room, and gently knocked on his father's study.

① Stepping on the board: slippers.

② Bureau: righteousness.

③ Boil the eagle: In Beijing dialect, it is called staying up late.

④Examination explosion: If you fail the subject test more than five times, you have to take the test again from the first subject.

⑤ Not stingy: Don't be afraid of anyone, don't care about anything, do whatever you like.