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He Qing hadn't stepped into his father's study room yet, when he heard an angry roar from inside: "Did you knock on the door?"

He was guilty and frightened, and when he heard his father's strict tone, his steps slowed down a bit, and he replied resentfully: "Knock it, didn't you ignore me..."

After showing weakness, he suddenly remembered that he came to his father for Ying and Jiang's affairs.

Can this kind of thing wait?

The anti-bone that grew on the back of He Qing's neck, which had rarely occurred in the past 20 years, seemed to start to feel hot for no reason, stimulating the little flame in his heart to ignite again.

He picked up a small cup of Dahongpao that He Dingli put on the table, shook it in a pretentious manner, and said, "Dad, how much trouble can you have with Pangu, and you are still targeting people?"

I saw He Dingli shut down the computer with a "snap", and looked up at him, his brows almost knit together: "Oh, you have a good relationship with the eldest son of the Ying family?"

The relationship with the second son is also okay, He Qing complains.

"Isn't FEFE going to Hong Kong? I asked him to go with me..."

After finishing speaking, He Qing lowered her head and took a sip of the cold tea, which was so cold that her mouth was almost frozen. She coughed and continued to explain: "It's convenient to take a companion... Hey, Dad, this time the guest is from our group Who is in charge?"

He Dingli calmed down, took a sip of hot tea, and reached out to turn over the cigarette case on the table: "Pangu's qualifications are not enough, I've done it."

After probing for a long time, his father was not in a hurry, but He Qing couldn't figure out how much his father knew because of this look of not letting go. Thinking of the photo of Shan Jiang Bieliang's opening room, his heart was pounding, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he became anxious again. little bit.

"Not enough? It's not a new one. It's a chain from Beijing. Who doesn't know the qualifications..."

When He Dingli heard his son's questioning like a series of cannonballs, he said sternly: "Have you rented a house from him?"

This question made He Qing unable to react for a while, and stared at the boss: "Huh?"

Immediately afterwards, he heard his father bombard him: "I ran to Wangjiang Mingmen every day and bought a new car. Yingyu has parked that car in the Jiabei basement a few times. What do you want to do? You Can you play with others?"

He Qing was taken aback, looked at He Dingli's expression, and speculated a bit, thinking that it should be "playing", not the kind of "playing" she thought in her heart, it should be just "playing", not "playing" in that sense ...

Forget it, I got dizzy.

"When you are young, it doesn't matter who you should be and who you will be. If you ask around the forty-nine city, is that a good thing? Can you hang out together? You are young and loyal, and people help you because of what you owe His favor..."

And to sleep with your son.

He Qing slandered again, but of course, she didn't dare to say it.

He watched He Dingli flip the cups at his fingertips, wash the sea of ​​tea, and finally couldn't help asking, "Dad, what is Forty-Nine City?"

"Beijing!"

He Dingli was driven crazy by his son's ignorance, he took a sip of the tea in his cup, slammed it on the table, and said, "With your little experience, how do you deal with people..."

In his father's eyes, He Qing was once again in Chengdu's car circle, able to gather a group of friends with a wave of his hand, and the business was doing well. Most of the reasons were due to the good family background and the luxury cars in the garage.

If he has no family and assets, what can He Qing, a 20-year-old boy, do in society other than a good skin and tenacity?

When I met a ruthless character from other places, I eagerly moved forward, wanting to be friends with him and show loyalty...

childish.

He Qing pursed his lips, and just wanted to defend something, but suddenly felt very empty, he had no reason to refute He Dingli's words.

He is indeed a second-generation idiot rich man, besides being able to do some business, he has a bit of wrist.

If you want him to start from nothing, it's basically going out of business.

What did he use to mess with his dad.

He Qing was completely yelled at by his father. Hearing the wind rustling through the woods, he felt that the fallen leaves blown up by the cold wind outside the window were about to float into the house.

He hadn't had time to say anything more to give the general a chance to restore his image when he was smashed again by a pile of materials.

He looked up and saw his father with a serious face, pushing the frame with his fingers: "Maserati's SUV and coupe have been discontinued, and the sales volume is too low. This is a big opportunity for us to sell Porsche during this period. Gotta hold on to it."

He Qing was taken aback, and stared: "Stop production?"

When I heard that this month's sales volume had to take the Porsche out for a walk again, He Qing's head hurts. Recently, more and more upstarts bought this brand. The quality is absolutely outstanding.

It is comparable to the buddy who was in the news some time ago, who bought a Land Rover with cash in a woven bag.

When Fengtang heard the news, he had the same reaction, staring at his eyes, and almost bursting into tears as he hugged the president of the same model as He Qing: "My out-of-print baby..."

Lifting her leg and kicking him on the ass, He Qing took a sip of the pomegranate sparkling water in the cup, bit the straw and rolled her eyes at Fengtang: "It's not yours, don't think about it."

Fengtang "hehe" hid, wiped his buttocks and stood aside: "Fortunately, you didn't ask for the sales right of Chengdu Maserati back then? Otherwise, it would be a real loss. Apart from the good-looking logo and good sound, this brand is useless... "

He Qing smashed his mouth, didn't bother to refute, and only cared about the sweet taste in his mouth.

He thought that Ying and the future would pick him up later, and he would not be considered meeting until he kissed him.

Looking at He Qing's boyish face, which is always poetic, Feng Tang thought that the surname Ying was not there anyway, so he stretched out his hand to take the opportunity to pinch the man's face, and said amusedly, "What are you thinking, you are smiling so vulgarly!"

He Qing almost wanted to suck out the pomegranate particles from the bottom of the cup and bounce them on Fengtang's forehead, and said provocatively, "Have you ever been in love?"

"You were still reciting "Going to the West" when I was in love with a man."

Lan Zhou, who was playing a mobile game silently next to him, suddenly lied to his body: "It's hard, it's hard! It's too fucking hard... It's hard to go to the west..."

He Qing couldn't bear to look directly at their high school Chinese scores, and shouted in a low voice: "Then the fucking name is "The Road to Shu"!"

Ganqing only remembers the phrase “Go to the West Heaven”, right?

"Have you ever been to the Western Paradise? No, fuck, you have led me astray..."

This sentence almost bit her own tongue, He Qing cleared her throat, surrounded the two of them, and said in a low voice, "Hey, has the car been shaken?"

Moreover, it is the kind that can be found both inside and outside the car.

Of course, He Qing didn't dare to say the super outline content of this supplement. If Feng Tang knew that the Ferrari 812 that he had driven happily for more than half a month had Ying and Jiang shaking his figure, he would probably be able to do it. It smashed the front windshield.

Feng Tang was taken aback, the cigarette was still in his mouth, and his speech was a little vague: "The car shakes? Why don't you follow the example of those women on Weibo, and close the trunk without a word?"

When He Qing heard this, her face turned red again, she looked around uncomfortably, feeling the chill in her crotch, and said embarrassedly: "Aren't you afraid of making trouble... okay, don't say it, I'm shy. "

Lanzhou, who was playing games and eavesdropping, finally couldn't take it anymore, and at almost the same time as Fengtang, he picked up He Qing's back collar with one hand at the same time: "Shameless!"

What's the shame, He Qing is really relying on and relying on, can't you bear this?

The next morning when he came back from Detroit, he was almost tormented to death. To put it plainly, in dialect, it means "the sun is on fire". His legs were too weak, so it was better to change his posture...

God, that's shyness.

So Fengtang and Lanzhou, in the dim light in the bar, watched He Qing, the little dramatist whose face turned red and white, suddenly realized that they were being watched, and cast a vicious look over them.

In the next few days, He Qing completed the affairs of the Porsche 4S shop to perfection, and entrusted most of the other matters to Qin You and his capable officers, and seriously wanted to improve his own reputation with He Dingli. up.

He wanted to prove to his dad that those supercars were not bought for nothing, the money was not wasted, and drag racing was not boring, and he could learn a lot.

Meet a lot of new friends, understand customer needs, and understand different social experiences. In that extremely exciting environment, you will be more motivated, able to afford to bet on many things, and make quick decisions.

Although it sounds nonsense, it is really a summary of a lot of gains since He Qing's racing.

He also didn't dare to say such words when he met Ying Yujiang, he quietly kept them in his heart, and he digested them first.

After that day, he thought about it for a long time, and decided not to go to the hotel, not to go to the bathing center, and not to sing at KTV, lest his father always say that he was too lazy.

But He Dingli asked him to break off contact with Ying and Jiang, he couldn't do it.

Jiabei Group will win Infiniti's special agent this year, and also build a first-class car art museum in the country. Pangu will also repair Jaguar's 4S shop this year...

Everything is getting better and better, including the relationship.

As for Jaguar's agency rights, He Dingli insisted that Pangu was given by He Qing, but that day He Qing gave only the right to mass-produce and sell one I-PACE, not the agency rights of the entire brand.

It is obvious that the rest should be fought by himself.

For the next seven days a week, He Qing chose one night to run to the famous Wangjiang gate. Like a thief, he borrowed Lanzhou's Range Rover and drove there. He was so low-key that he almost didn't care about the company's doorman borrowing a Volkswagen Passat. .

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ying Yu standing shirtless in the living room, turning a bunch of car keys in his hands, staring at himself who was taking off his shoes when he entered the door.

He Qing's clear eyes were illuminated by the chandelier in the living room, and his complexion was ruddy. He rushed over to hug Ying Yujiang, who was half naked, and whispered, "Are you here to buy a Porsche?"

Hearing the words and smiling, Ying Yu stretched out his arms to pick up He Qing who was slowly sliding down, and gave him a brain crash: "This is the result of your brainwashing."

As soon as He Qing took the car keys, Ying Yujiang said, "I bought it for Xiao Er."

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is such a thing, Lan Zhou said that Ying Yuchen insisted on his Porsche 911, and that he wanted that one even if he didn't want a new one.

The world of children is really simple, if you can't escape, then buy it.

It's good to have an older brother pampering her.

I was a bit busy during this time, so He Qing was too busy to forget about this matter.

Seeing that Jin Ming retreated and remained silent, Ying Yujiang patted his buttocks, resting his chin on his neck and rubbing hard, breathing hotly: "Do you like Hummers?"

He Qing was so scorched by the scorching breath that half of her body became limp. She leaned on the sofa and lay up, and fanned the wind with the corner of her clothes. Little did she know that half of her belly was exposed. the length of the waist.

He wondered: "Is there any man who doesn't like Hummer... Why, buy it?"

Ying Yujiang rubbed his ears and said, "There are three cars in the shop, you can pick them out tomorrow."

Congratulations are speechless, is there such a business, give it away at any time, and it’s not like this when you’re in love, just give it a little gift, and give it a car, can you bear it?

He deliberately turned down his face, trying to bluff Ying Yujiang, who knew that he would pout unconsciously when he slapped his face in front of his boyfriend, and he looked like a wronged dog, looking pitiful and not cool cool.

With the same expression on his face, he said solemnly: "You won't be rewarded without merit, and you won't be favored without virtue...I..."

Before the word "I" was finished, the congratulations could not go on. The phrase "Heaven is jealous of a talent" was choked in his throat and before he could express it, Ying and Jiang raised their eyebrows, still looking so cool: "What about you?"

Ying Yujiang almost died of laughter in his heart, waiting to see how He Qing continues to edit.

I saw He Qing coughing, and said smoothly: "I, I waited for Chengdu to scratch my ears. A man's lack of talent is a virtue. He broke his body early, so he didn't practice his skills. You..."

It rhymes and catches the tongue.

Ying Yujiang's face was still cold: "What about me?"

He Qing looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, as if accepting her fate, she leaned forward and put her arms around his man's waist, and said in a low voice.

"You still spoil me."

As he spoke, he pulled out a napkin from the paper box, shook it, and explained: "I, the Han nationality, is a white flag."

Ying and Jiang are happy, He Qing's words really can't be lost anywhere, this Zhengbai flag is one of the top three banners of the Manchu Eight Banners before the root of the imperial city.

He took advantage of the opportunity to hug He Qing into his arms, but before he hugged him tightly, He Qing rolled over and pushed him onto the sofa.

Just about to pat his buttocks and spank him a few times, He Qing touched his forehead with a pair of cold hands and said, "Do you have a fucking fever?"

Ying Yujiang buried his face deeper into the pillow, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's a small matter."

He Qing frowned, pressed on Ying Yujiang and forgot all about it, and said, "What if the temperature reaches forty degrees?"

At three o'clock in the morning, not long after He Qing gave Ying and Jiang after taking the anti-fever medicine, he really had a fever of 41 degrees.

He held Ying and Jiang's face, and their foreheads touched together. It was the first time that Ying and Jiang felt that the congratulations were so cold, as if rubbing them was not enough, they hugged them again with their eyes half drooped, their whole bodies were hot like a stove.

He only had a pair of underpants left on his body, covered with a quilt, and the pillow was raised high, from this angle, it was clear that He Qing was lying on him in a daze.

This body, which used to bathe in cold water in the north without catching a cold, became ill this year.

When the thermometer showed 41, He Qing was so frightened that he thought the thermometer had exploded. He shook it a few times and tested it again. He went to the living room and got a fever-reducing sticker for Ying Yu to stick on his forehead, and brought a basin of water to wipe his body.

Ying Yujiang couldn't bear to part with the congratulations and was tired, so he sat up and washed his face several times, and wiped his arms symbolically, and fell asleep again after wiping.

When he woke up again, he saw that He Qing was holding a bottle of Luzhou Laojiao in his hand, and was about to unpack it and pour it into the basin.

Ying Yujiang lost all sleepiness in an instant, sat up and stopped him, said while putting on his clothes, "Okay, pack up and go to Huaxi."

Holding the bottle of wine, He Qing's eyes were red with anxiety: "I checked, physical cooling, it seems that it can be used as alcohol after diluting it..."

Ying Yujiang stretched out his hand to put the bottle of wine aside, traced the faint black circle around He Qing's eyes with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "You've been busy for the past few days, and you can't sleep well today because I'm sick. .I'm sick and you feel bad too. If you don't worry, we'll go to the hospital."

Hearing his comfort from the bottom of his heart, He Qing wanted to open the bottle of white wine and drink it. He put his arms around Ying Yujiang's head, and rubbed and rubbed: "Why are you so nice!"

Ying Yujiang put the key of his big G on the table into He Qing's pocket, and said seriously: "I should say this."

He felt so distressed when he saw He Qing hugging Baijiu.

For the first time, he felt that his body was not entirely his own, because there was another person who cared about him wholeheartedly.

There are two people who are sick and uncomfortable, and there are two people who are bleeding from a wound, and it is also two people who are in pain.

Ying Yujiang regretted that he stood shirtless by the window in Chengdu and drank the northwest wind, so he was really naive.

It was already 04:30 at night when I drove the car to Huaxi, and the emergency department hadn't received such an adult who burned in the middle of the night, so I walked to the emergency room, and the doctor on duty threw a thermometer directly: "Take it."

He Qing undid Ying and Jiang's zippers, put half of his jacket on his waist, and put the thermometer under his armpits.

The phone was out of battery, so He Qing insisted on counting 5 minutes one by one, and was afraid that Ying and Jiang would get a headache from hearing it, and the voice was as quiet as a mosquito, so she coaxed in her boyfriend's ear when the time came: "It's here. "

It should be like warming your heart and wanting to laugh, it's like coaxing a child.

The doctor looked at the temperature and prescribed medicine for Ying and Jiang to hang on for half a day to get the job done. At the same time, he praised Ying and Jiang for the method of cooling down by rubbing warm water on his body before congratulating him.

He Qing returned home at six or seven in the morning, accidentally fell asleep on the bed for more than an hour, woke up and packed up, it was almost ten o'clock, took a basin and towel and stuffed it in the car, it was a response to the past Wipe face and neck.

On the way, he answered a phone call, hung up without saying a word, and didn't ask much congratulations.

When they arrived at the place where Huaxi hung the water, He Qing brought over warm water. After washing the towel twice in the basin, he picked it up and wrung it dry. When it unfolded into a piece of cloth, the water still spilled on the ground.

Ying Yujiang stared at him without moving his eyes, thinking where did this young master do this kind of work, and when did he serve others.

I'm so fucking lucky.

When He Qing's hand took off his coat, the doctor from the clinic next door came to change the water on the bed next door, and told Ying Yujiang that your friend is so kind to you.

Ying Yujiang pinched He Qing's wrist at that moment and said, "This is my cousin."

The pinched person withdrew his hand and scolded with a smile: "Taking advantage of me!"

He Qing took off his coat, and when he was about to wipe off his collar with a towel, he saw the back of Ying Yujiang's neck.

There are two pure black Arabic numerals the size of fingernails, slightly raised, and it looks like a pattern at first glance, a "47".

What does "47" mean? He just picked it up when he was studying. He took it from the phone keypad. The number "47" was signed by many girls in his grade with the qq screen name qq, which is "HQ" The keys where the two letters are located.

I didn't expect to see it on the back of Ying Yujiang's neck one day.

He remembered that Ying Yujiang didn't have any other tattoos, that is to say, this was the first tattoo on the back of his neck, the most vulnerable place, the place where he would faint when he was hit with a knife...

Ying Yujiang tattooed his congratulatory name on the back of his neck.

It was as if his brain had been split open, all the sense of satisfaction and bitterness had been forgotten, and his throat was so blocked that he could hardly breathe, and his heart felt uncomfortable...

He Qing stared, and slowly took a wet towel to wipe off General Ying, and then put on his clothes.

On the way to the hospital, he received a call, saying that the Goldenport Circuit is a test drive challenge held by Jaguar today, which is also a brand event media day open to the public.

A reporter working on Weibo auto self-media drove a Jaguar sports car, went straight to the guardrail, and hit a guardrail and a billboard on the side of the Jingang Circuit. .

The test drive, Jaguar, car self-media, and car accident, these four information are connected together, and naturally become the information points that He Qing can catch.

"It's a good thing Mr. Ying didn't show up today, otherwise the Jaguar store had such a big accident before it opened, it's hard to tell whether it's the car or the people..."

The staff of the Jiabei Group said so on the phone, and He Qing didn't ask any more questions.

When he got on the elevator, he checked Tencent Dacheng.com, and found out all the news from this morning, and sure enough, he saw a text message reporting this matter.

I changed a few news apps, all of them, even on Weibo.

The copywriting is similar, and so are the pictures. The last picture is a photo of the facade of the Pangu Famous Car Museum. At the end of the article, it is mentioned that Pangu has won the right to sell Jaguar this year.

At that time, he entered the emergency room, and before he could get around to the ward where the infusion should be given, the phone rang again, and it was Feng Tang calling.

Fengtang's rare first sentence went straight to the point: "Qing'er, your father invited my mother to dinner at noon yesterday, and went to the Public Security Bureau of my mother's district in the afternoon, and adjusted the surveillance near Wangjiang Mingmen..."

Jinjiang District, isn't that where Wangjiang Mingmen is located?

He Qing was very calm, closed his eyes and said, "Then?"

Feng Tang was anxious: "Oh, no more, I just left after reading it, and I just came home after the high, and my mother asked me what happened to you... Where are you? I'll come to you!"

"No, I'll contact you later, thanks brother."

After finishing this sentence in one breath, He Qing hung up the phone, stood in the corridor and smoked a cigarette, the cold wind blew over and made him cough.

With Ying and Jiang's current forces, it is still impossible to find out who did this...

He was afraid of his father, and would make trouble for Pangu.

After watching the surveillance, something happened directly this morning, so I probably know about it.

He never expected that one day he would be monitored by his father and be able to show it so bluntly.

He Qing gritted his teeth, and knocked out the cigarette butt with his hands, the sparks from the cigarette ash made him shiver.

If he was a cat, he would probably meow meow meow.

This morning's events flashed through He Qing's mind, and when she came back to her senses, she found that Ying Yujiang's coat was half hanging on his arms again, with his head buried and his face turned sideways. The smell of water is also charming.

With a hoarse voice, He Qing opened her mouth, and immediately became emotional, and pressed the two numbers on the back of Ying and Jiang's neck inch by inch with her fingertips.

"What does this mean?"

Seeing that Ying Yujiang was trembling all over, he tried to turn that cool face around, the corners of his lips curled up, and his voice was hoarse and sexy.

"your name."

He Qing recalled what happened in the morning, thinking about the sign of Shuangliu Airport that Ying and Jiang took when they first came to Chengdu, and thinking about the neatly stacked Jaguar documents and materials on the desk of Wangjiang's famous family.

He Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable, her chest was congested.

Really, it's too uncomfortable.

① Rake ears: In Sichuan dialect, it is described as a man who is afraid of his wife.

②Xing: popular.

(Oh, I'm an amateur sophomore studying female driver,

My current dream is to open a second-hand car dealership, and I still open a QAQ next door to a hot pot restaurant.