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He Qing lay on the bed with buttocks pouted, and didn't fall asleep all night.

He watched Mother He knock on the door lightly and came in without saying a word. The small carved tray in her hand contained Yunnan Baiyao ointment, her hair was pulled up in a bun and a hairpin was inserted, and she still looked as gentle as water.

He Qing was so depressed that he was about to stop eating, but he could fully understand his parents, it's just that when is this a head!

Thinking about it, thinking about it, maybe when his father vented his anger enough and tossed him until he was half breathed, would he be able to let him and Ying Yujiang go?But this idea, He Qing propped his chin to think for a long time, and felt that it was impossible, he knew who his father was, he knew it too well, just two words, dead stubborn.

The stubbornness in He Qing was also inherited, but she was even more stubborn than his father!

He grabbed half of the cup and hugged it, stretched out one long leg and put it on the side of the bed, took the hot towel from He's mother, and pressed it on his knee little by little, he was bruised from kneeling stupidly these days , the heat steamed up, and he screamed in pain.

He Qing's peach eyes were almost turned into dog's eyes by grievance, she half-drooped her eyelids to look at He's mother, and moaned sullenly: "Mom...are you still fighting with dad?"

He watched He's mother lower her eyes, take the towel and treat him with a knee injury in a considerate manner, her love for the calf was beyond words, she pressed her lower lip tightly and did not speak, He Qing's heart felt as if being wrapped in the warmth of the towel As if covered, he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, and for a moment he forgot that his fingertips were still smeared with medicine.

Heqing's family conditions were good since she was a child, but the mother of the family is not a wealthy wife who can spend a lot of money. Instead, she often rides a bicycle, tying a small group of He Xiaoqing to the back seat, and takes her son to the south gate. The fish market on the main street buys loach from Xie Yuxi...

When He Xiaoqing knew how to make soy sauce, he loved spicy food, and he liked spicy food. Every afternoon after school, he would jump up and down with a bowl of Chuanbei jelly from the pepper, with red lips and grinning teeth, waiting for him to come and dance. The arched Lan Xiaozhou shouted while chasing, "Qing'er, it's too hot!"

At that time, He Xiaoqing, who was still in primary school in Paulownia tree, ate half of the bowl of jelly, slapped his buttocks, went around his house to pick him up, the uncle driver, with a crisp and sweet voice, replied to Lan Xiaozhou Roar: "What are you talking about spicy!"

Lan Xiaozhou couldn't catch up behind, and watched He Xiaoqing run to the noodle stall with the noodles again, and shouted: "Fen'er is hot! You are hot too!"

At this time, He Xiaoqing took the half bowl of noodles and stood in front of the proprietress. The sunlight from the shade above his head shone on his pretty face. He grinned and said, "Madam! Add some millet." Is it spicy?"

After a bowl of jelly was eaten, the two chattered and dragged a few young boys from work to squat under the trees in Paotongshu Old Street behind the school to bask in the sun. And then they went back to their homes, He Xiaoqing naturally hummed a tune and went to find her own car.

Often when she comes home, Mother He sees that her son is paralyzed by the heat, so she prepares medicine for diarrhea, gives her son normal temperature soda, hot milk, and pours it little by little. No matter how foolish she is, He His mother didn't scold him, her eyes were full of distress, and she said that he was too naughty.

He Qing is now wearing Yunnan Baiyao ointment on her knees. Seeing He Mu's forbearance, for no reason, she feels that she is so hot that it is so hot that it reaches her heart. He Mu's current attitude of indifference and anger is really true. Just like when he was a child, every time he drank milk after his stomach hurt, it was uncomfortable and warm, but the pain was unbearable, and I really didn't know what to do...

When they came together the next morning, He Qing looked at the time, scrolled through Moments, and saw a Moments posted by Ying Xiaoer, singing k in Blue Harbor. It seemed that he had gone back to Beijing for the summer vacation.

The college entrance examination is over, no matter what, I heard that the child's grades are quite good, so he probably has to go back to Beijing.

Both Ying and Chen can go back to Beijing to study at university, so Ying and Jiang should still be in Chengdu, right?

He Qing was a little apprehensive, but she remained calm. She said she didn't want to go back, and now she can't abandon herself no matter what.

He was still lazily lying on the bed and didn't get up, propping his elbows on the edge of the bed and getting up slowly, the injury on his knee made him tremble again.

After He's mother left last night, Ying and Jiang suddenly sent a video call, which caught He Qing off guard.

He was still taking the second dose of medicine in his hand at that moment, and the gauze almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, He Qing was stable, so he quickly collected the things, followed the video and responded with a nonsense, praying secretly in his heart , I hope this person won't see anything.

Ying and Jiang have been busy for such a long time, and they are also quite tired, the light in their eyes is not bright, seeing He Qing's heart ache, he lowered his voice to persuade, hey, don't be like this if you can't see me... …

The man on the other end of the video stopped moving, raised his head to look at the camera, his eyes seemed to look deeply into He Qing's heart.

He Qing looked at the pitch-black room behind him, felt the silence that could be heard as a needle fell, and felt an indescribable loneliness.

My younger brother has returned to Beijing, isn't Ying and General the only ones left to live in this [-]-square-meter Wangjiang family?

He Qing stared blankly at the small window of her bedroom, struggling with reason and emotion, should she open the window at night and go out to find him.

He just woke up in a daze, leaned on the bedside table and thought about it for a while, almost fell asleep after thinking about it, and decided to go out at night, so he had to prepare some change so he could take a taxi.

He was reduced to relying on taxis to go out, which was really miserable for him, a supercar little prince. When he mentioned this, He Qing thought of his super fierce Audi R8, his little baby, and his heart broke down.

Just as she was about to wash up, He Qing heard He's mother knocking on the door: "Son, the Feng family boy is here."

Grass!With a roar from He Qing, this buddy came at the right time!

He was so devastated that he had nowhere to vent it, Feng Tang came and dumped it all on him.

He Qing bent down to pick up the shirt on the carpet, wrapped it around her body, and replied humbly: "Got it, Mom! Please entertain me first!"

After washing, He Qing tidied up in front of the mirror, and went downstairs wearing a pair of shorts, a shirt around her neck, and a vest. The thin, well-proportioned muscles on her arms looked fairer. , stepping on a pair of slippers, with sleepy eyes: "What wind brought you here?"

"Tornado, love! This,"

Fengtang is dressed like a student today, the kind that is particularly good at studying, a white and blue striped polo shirt with a clover logo on it, wearing a pair of glasses, and peeking at He Mu who is pouring tea next to him , Said: "This matter is a bit serious..."

He took the tea poured by He Mu, took a few sips, and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you, thank you, Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

He Qing glanced at Fengtang, and said to He's mother, "Mom, Fengtang and I go upstairs to talk about something."

"Remember to come down for lunch at noon,"

Mother He nodded in understanding, turned off the TV, and said with a smile, "Go quickly."

Looking at Fengtang's hurried posture and not taking care of his hairstyle, he came here at ten o'clock in the morning, He Qing felt that there must be something very scary.

He suddenly remembered what his dad said last night, he was going to hang out his McLaren P1 early this morning, is it because of this?

Damn, catch up and poke the sore spot!

I really like this car, Fengtang. I have been asking to borrow it all day long, and the congratulations are also very happy. When the two of them drove this baby car on the battlefield, they stepped on the accelerator, and the wind was blowing under their feet, and they flew across the first, second, third and fourth ring roads. That energy, don't mention how delicious it is!

As soon as he entered the room, Fengtang sat down on the leather sofa with a serious expression and said, "Qing'er, do you remember the five-star hotel on Binjiang East Road at Jiuyan Bridge in Jinjiang District, that's all, Shangri-La there!"

He Qing didn't even bother to raise her eyelids, and said sickly: "Isn't that your territory, what's wrong?"

Seeing his attitude, Fengtang bluffed: "I'm stupid, I went to the opening reception of the Sofitel Wanda Hotel there this morning, and guess what, I saw Ying and Jiang, and I'm still a shareholder!"

He Qing said sullenly: "Hotel? What are you mixing..."

Why do you want to be a hotel? You can touch anything related to real estate. The investment is huge and the risk is high. Besides, there have been too many five-star hotels in Chengdu in recent years, and the recession is not at all.

Banyan Tree Chengdu, which is going to be built in Wenjiang District, is so far away from the urban area, and it will close down sooner or later.

Fengtang sighed, and said in a low voice: "Also, I see a few modified parts contracts, the manufacturers in Chengdu have all settled the contracts with Pangu, and there is such a messy auto show, this year Gabe is also in charge... But why is there no Pangu booth?"

He Qing was completely dumbfounded now, he didn't even need to guess, probably it was his father's trick again, but why didn't he hear any rumors about being a fart at home!

He panicked in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I don't know."

Fengtang knocked on his forehead, resisting the urge to pinch his face, and said: "Your man's itinerary, don't you know?"

This question made He Qing start to lower her head and pick her fingers: "I haven't seen each other much..."

Fengtang was taken aback, and just about to ask if they broke up, when he lowered his head, he saw He Qing's injured knee, his eyes seemed to be pricked by needles, and he shouted: "Qing'er, what did you do!"

He Qing was speechless at Fa Xiao's long reflex arc, quickly covered her knees, shook her head and said, "Small problem, small problem, small problem!"

"Don't say it?"

Feng Tang's eyes were hurt by his actions, he fanned the wind and said: "Okay, if you don't tell me, I will tell Ying and Future..."

"Don't, don't, I say, I say!"

So He Qing choked his throat, turned the big thing into a small one, and told Fengtang what happened these days in earnest. After the talk, the two sat opposite each other, and He Qing looked at Fengtang's gloomy expression , I didn’t even dare to fart, and sat on the bed in a daze.

Who is Fengtang, a child of the leader of Jinjiang District, who grew up with He Qing on the side of Tianfu Square, and grew up on Paulownia Street, whose ID number starts with 510101 as he walks up the house, no matter how hot your new district is, I only love the South Second Ring Road when buying a house. Whenever I have time, I step on thousands of sneakers and go wild on the streets on mountain bikes. I can ride from Longquanyi across the city to Chadianzi, just like Chengdu Metro Line [-].

He is the one who watched He Qing flirtatiously pass through the borders, grow vigorously, like bamboo shoots, growing higher and higher year by year...

Both of them are low-slung trousers, young masters who can make up half the sky in Wucheng District. When have they been controlled by the family and endured so much?

He didn't bother He Qing too much about emotional matters. He didn't expect that He Qing could really fight with his family because of Ying and Jiang. Not to mention that the little Audi was sold, the car was more than 1000 million, and it was hard to wait Supercars are hanging out.

He still remembered the time when he and He Qing were waiting for McLaren at the port. He Qing was so nervous that he clenched his hands into fists as if seeing his wife, wow...

Well, it turned out to be listed now. If you have money, you may not be able to buy it, it depends on who pays for it.

That little Audi will definitely not be able to be chased back. No one knows who the buyer is now, and He Qing's father is still angry.

Fengtang's face was gloomy at the moment, sighing and hesitating for a while, He Qing knew what this man wanted to say at a glance, and he didn't have time to think about what to do with the Sophia Wanda Hotel in Jinjiang District. What's going on in investing: "If you don't say anything, you're not afraid of suffocating?"

What a fart, the two of you acted so well in this bitter scene, it's like a comparison, can you say it and poke your heart?

Do you want to talk about it or not? Seeing He Qing's pitiful appearance, Feng Tang felt soft in his heart.

Under He Qing's gaze, Fengtang still spoke: "I drove to the airport yesterday to pick up my little boyfriend..."

He Qing stared at him: "Boyfriend?"

Fengtang coughed and said, "It's all right, it's a friend with a gun."

He Qing raised her eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

Fengtang hesitated, and summoned up his courage to say: "He came back from Korea, what kind of trainee is he, I told him that there is not much interest there, now I know that I am back..."

He Qingyuan stared, and slapped him on the back suddenly: "You fucking point!"

"Then what, that is, didn't Pangu drive a Jaguar on the side of the airport road? When I passed there yesterday, I saw that the sign next to the Jaguar was replaced by a Jiacheng car..."

Such a sentence made him a complete fool, countless unspeakable emotions surged up in his heart, his fingers were scratching the bed sheet and grinding it inch by inch, his mind was full of how he was when he was with Ying Yujiang.

He remembered that one night before at Wangjiang Famous Gate, Ying and Jiang took him to the study at home, the two of them sat cross-legged on the floor, and spread out pictures of the imported luxury cars that will enter the Pangu Famous Car Hall next year on the small table one by one. On the case, he seemed to hold a pen, and carefully wrote down the model, displacement, selling point, price of the car on the back of each photo...

That night, He Qing looked at the side for half an hour, fell asleep a little bit, hugged the pillow on the tatami, held a photo of Lamborghini between his fingers, shook it in front of Ying Yujiang, and said, "Is this beautiful?" ?”

Ying Yujiang lowered his head and was still writing. He didn't pay much attention to He Qing's movements, and gave a low "hmm", which made He Qing a little jealous of those photos, and felt that he was making a fuss, so he had to accept the photos. Look Write should and will write stroke by stroke.

Before he could sit still, Ying Yujiang stretched out his arm, hugged He Qing in front of him, rested his chin on his shoulder, put his right arm through He Qing's armpit, and held it with his left hand Congratulations, the right hand is still on the table to write, and whispers while writing: "Infiniti QX80, 5.6 displacement..."

He Qing stared at his writing hand, envious of Ying and Jiang's beautiful handwriting, and couldn't help being proud in her heart, and whispered: "From 110 million, front four-wheel drive, super ruthless..."

He heard Ying and Jiang laughing in his ear, and asked hoarsely, "So you know?"

He Qing also smiled, thinking this doesn't mean that we should make progress together and do business well together?

He pretended to be cold and patted Ying Yujiang's wolf paws on his waist, and said with a smile: "Review well."

He Qing has seen everything, the photos of the cars on the table, and all the homework has been done, and he is very confident in Pangu's future sales market, and feels that he is a very good man and has a special face!

It's just that He Qing didn't know, that night Ying and Jiang hugged him to write, behind him was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows unique to the famous Wangjiang family in Chengdu, in front of him was a pile of spy photos of Pangu's new car, and he was dozing off with He Qing in his arms...

Ying and Jiang feel that the love of their lives is in this world.

This memory has just ended, and He Qing's mood is so sad, remembering what Feng Tang said just now that the signboard of Jiacheng Automobile has been changed, it still feels like a dream, and for no reason, he thinks of that big garage in Pangu, shaking Shaking his head, he said, "You just said that Pangu's auto show is gone?"

Fengtang's voice was also muffled: "Yeah, combined with the fact that I saw him cut the ribbon today, and the projects your father started, do you know?"

He Qing regretted it very much. He really felt that during this period of time, Ying Yujiang was too worried about his younger brother because of Ying Xiaoer's college entrance examination. He also felt that he was too busy in the garage. He really wanted to slap him. kill yourself!

Is it useful to stay at home and kneel every day? He can only hear a little bit of news from Ying and Jiang. He doesn't listen to his father's greetings. He thinks that if he persists, everything will be fine. That's not the case!

"just got it."

He Qing covered her face, not daring to look at Fengtang anymore, and wishing to block her ears, all he wanted to do now was curl up into a shrimp, and lie down on the bed without knowing anything.

But how can he escape, he still has the answer and the future.

Fengtang reached out and picked up the remote control to lower the temperature of the air conditioner, and said, "Don't be confused, what do you sum up, what does this series of actions mean?"

He Qing raised her head with difficulty, the light blue and black under her eye circles became a bit conspicuous: "What do you mean?"

Fengtang suddenly felt that the wind from the air conditioner was blowing cold again, he pressed the soft key to increase the temperature, and said word by word.

"Should and General, I want to change jobs."