nice to drive

It was just winter, Fengtang called a few more friends, and opened a private room upstairs in Shangri-La on the Jiuyan Bridge.

It is said that it is drinking during the day, and it is convenient to go downstairs to Lan Kwai Fong at night.

He Qing rolled her eyes, you fucking switch emotions quickly enough.

Because at this moment, Fengtang's hand was on He Qing's shoulder, knocking on and off, his face wrinkled, and he sighed, looking at him in a bad mood.

He Qing heard him keep saying "Hey", "Hey" and "Tsk" in his ears, plus tapping his fingers on his shoulders, it reached the breaking point.

"Benima knocked!"

As He Qing spoke, she became bored, and when she tilted her head to hide, Feng Tang pinched her neck again, and said angrily, "Why are you fucking widowed?"

Fengtang said sullenly: "Isn't it just a widow?"

Straightening his neck for a moment, He Qing was stunned, and glanced at Lanzhou, who was buried in snooker, the two eyes met, and He Qing glanced vigorously towards Fengtang.

what happened?Such a big thing, didn't you tell me?

Lanzhou was happy, raised his pole and waved it a few times, grabbed a ball and stuffed it into the net pocket under the table: "Do you hear him criticize?"

Staring, He Qing was in a daze: "Tangtang, what's going on?"

I only heard Fengtang's faint sentence: "Xicheng High-speed Railway has opened."

What does it matter to you to open the high-speed rail from Chengdu to Xi'an?

Under He Qing's still confused eyes, Feng Tang touched his chin, and saw that there were a few boys in the private room wearing low-waisted pants in winter, with thin waists and hips, staring at He Qing with hooked eyes. Love, if it wasn't for Feng Tang to embrace him here, these few would probably want to hook him directly.

Fengtang silently turned his body to block He Qing, and then said silently: "Damn it, the south-0-north transfer... Lao Tzu's 0 was snatched by a man from the northwest again."

Blinking, He Qing asked: "What does 0 mean?"

Feng Tang cursed secretly, why did this man's eyes become wet like a deer whenever he asked a question out of curiosity, and answered him: "It's just suffering."

He Qing knew what shou meant, but he didn't know much, and basically listened to the wind.

He Qing: "Why is it called 0?"

Suddenly he laughed mysteriously, Fengtang coughed, and leaned into his ear: "Brother Tangtang, let me tell you..."

He Qing leaned back, and covered his face with her warm palms: "Fuck off, I'll check it myself!"

Saying the same thing, start working immediately, He Qing takes out her mobile phone to open Safari, surfs the Internet and opens the door to a new world.

Fengtang just took a sip of the carbonated drink, and the taste of bananas in his mouth was still a bit strong, so he opened his mouth and sprayed a fruity aroma onto He Qing's neck: "You're still shy... Qinger, are you enlightened?"

When He Qing saw the search results in the browser, her face flushed for a while, and she was trying to pretend to be calm, but Feng Tang saw through before she even opened her mouth.

Shrinking his neck and dodging again, He Qing pushed him: "Get out! This smell, I thought Emei's monkey went down the mountain..."

In fact, when he saw the Baidu content, He Qing's mind flashed the face of the man he saw on the surveillance that day.

Followed by Lanzhou, Fengtang, and the faces of various friends and buddies in the car circle.As for why the first thing that came to mind was Ying and Jiang, He Qing herself couldn't explain it clearly.

Maybe it's because there's no such person around him. I haven't met such a pure man in the south. It makes him feel a little scared when he meets him, and makes him panic.

The incident with Shanjiang Bie in the north of the city calmed down for the time being, but He Qing clearly felt that there was a little movement in Ying and Jiang's side, but it still couldn't cause a big problem.

This is a very tolerant person, He Qing thought so.

Last night, he drove his McLaren P1 out for a walk. Looking at the spacious and smooth road, He Qing was very happy. When he was happy, he drove to the edge of the city, walked east along the south extension line, and came to the Golden Port Race road.

The security guard at the door saw that He Qing was coming, but his sports car chassis was too low, he couldn't see He Qing's face while standing, and he didn't dare to lie on his car window, so he squatted down and was about to open his mouth to speak.

He Qing raised her eyes: "Stand."

Seeing that Young Master He seemed to be in a good mood today, Anbao was overjoyed and secretly thanked God.

The last time such a big incident happened at the Golden Port track, it alarmed the above shareholders to come down to inspect, saying that if they lost the big customer Heqing, everyone who was on shift at Golden Port that night would not even want to keep their jobs.

The security guard stood there, heard that He Qing was in the cab, and suddenly said, "Hey, is there anyone in there tonight?"

Security: "Yes, yes."

He Qing asked, "Who is it?"

That Anbao Wangtian was thinking about who it was, and when he remembered it, his expression was as if he had eaten a fly. He didn't dare to speak, and murmured: "Yes... yes..."

No matter how good the mood is, He Qing still has a bit of a temper, so she raised her voice a little: "Which big Buddha?"

"It's Mr. Ying from Pangu..." Anbao said, as if he was afraid that He Qing would not be able to remember, "Just, last time, Mr. He, you were here..."

He Qing is not in the mood to listen to him. I was the one who was beaten. You know this and I know it, right? !

Forget it, it doesn't matter what kind of rough guy he is, if he bumps his baby McLaren's ass again today, it will cost more than a fucking million repair bills.

Besides...the last time since the Macan S was rejected at the Porsche 4s store of the Jiabei Group, the two of them have not been in touch with WeChat, and only saw two small videos sent by Ying and Jiang.

It was Ying Xiaoer standing at the entrance of the Sichuan Science and Technology Museum in Tianfu Square in the center of the city, next to the statue of the leader.

This young sunny boy who is thriving is imitating the movements and expressions of the statue, with his eyes facing the direction of Renmin South Road, pointing to the south gate with one hand in front of him, with a contrived look looking forward to the future.

There was a lot of people's voices in the background, the sound of a car honking, and the tour guide of a foreign tour group waving a small red flag and yelling: "Come on, everyone, follow closely..."

The matching text is: the direction of the future.

He Qing was amused at the time, what direction should he be a tour guide?

After thinking about it for a while, He Qing's face sank again and she felt a little apprehensive, oh, the future is all about his younger brothers.

Thinking of this, He Qing was in a bad mood again. She shifted the reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator to reverse the car: "Okay, I'll go."

The security guard was in a hurry, reached out to touch the rearview mirror of his car, and quickly withdrew his hand as if it was burning: "No, Young Master He, oops, look at this..."

Before he finished speaking, the incandescent headlights came on behind him, and there was still a faint redness. This color was too familiar to He Qing, and his face immediately changed.

The security guard felt cold sweat running down his back. Mr. Ying's family was on the track tonight. They had been running for an hour. Who else could come out now except Mr. Ying?

Ying and Jiang saw He Qing's McLaren P1 from a long distance under the headlights of the track.

This car is a stunner. He has seen it too many times on Weibo. The little girl he followed also turned around, and accompanied it with a sentence: It's so cool, what a good horse with a good saddle!

Ying and Jiang are a little speechless when they see it, which is praise or derogation.

The bright red P1 is too flamboyant, the paint on the body is so bright, as if all the lights in the venue are lit for it, it is very eye-catching from a distance, compared to He Qing's face, it is a fight.

Ying Yujiang turned the steering wheel to the right to give way to He Qing, stepped on the gas pedal to move forward, and honked the horn to signal for He Qing to go first.

He Qing didn't look at him, and snorted coldly: "What a coincidence."

Ying and Jiang didn't roll up the car window: "Coincidentally, congratulations."

He lowered his eyes and saw that He Qing was so unpredictable today, he didn't even look at himself.

Why does this person always like to call himself by his first name, his name is always pronounced with a charming flavor, but when he is always called out by a big man in the north with this voice, he always feels...

This guy, damn it, drives off-road!

He Qing scolded secretly, he was most annoyed that every time he met Ying Yujiang in the car, Ying Yujiang was always taller than him, even though he was taller than him standing, but sitting in the car was no match He couldn't stand this feeling.

Taking a sneak peek at his co-pilot, He Qing felt a little happier. He didn't bring Ying Xiaoer here today.

At first, I wanted to say a few words, but on second thought, Ying Xiaoer was also because of being stabbed. Although he said that he was not an indirect cause, it was at least a direct cause.

Forget it, accumulate some morals.

He Qing didn't bother to talk to him, she was very arrogant, he felt that he won this battle, and Bel had a face.

"Congratulations."

Ying and Jiang lowered their eyebrows, rolled their Adam's apple up and down, and spoke again: "It's raining, the road is wet. It's easy to slip."

He Qing looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said "Oh" heavily and deliberately.

In the next second, a "so what" seemed to come out of his mouth.

He Qing felt that this sentence was too aggressive, and swallowed it hesitantly.

Originally, he wanted to put into reverse gear and leave in a cool way, but Ying Yujiang said so, so he insisted on driving in and driving around.

What does Lao Tzu do, what does it have to do with you, don't you ignore it?

Don't ask me why I don't sell you a car, why don't you just ask your brother, why haven't you come to Jingang for a long time?

That's right, I am me, you are you, my business has nothing to do with you.

He Qing silently pulled the brakes on Ying and Jiang in her heart.

Then he fastened his seat belt, gave Ying and Jiang a provocative look, shifted from neutral to forward gear, tapped the accelerator with his toe, and drove into the gate of the Golden Port Circuit.

The security guard was startled, with an umbrella wrapped around his neck, and the white gloves on his hands were wet to the curls. While running, he held a pager and shouted: "Young Master He is coming in! Young Master He is coming in!"

Immediately, in the infield of the track, the headlights were turned on side by side, and in the southeast, under the purple sky illuminated by the neon lights of the city, a series of meandering galaxies were formed.

Ying and Jiang's big G just froze at the door, and the wipers were still moving.

Ying Yujiang said to the panting security guard who came back, "Call me when Young Master He comes out later."

The security guard showed embarrassment: "Boss Ying..."

Ying Yujiang squeezed out ten red tickets from the bag, put them in the palm of the security guard, and forced him to close his hands again.

With frosty eyebrows on cold faces, Ying Yujiang said lightly, "Thank you."

The light rain was pattering, Ying and Jiang just parked the big G in the open-air parking lot outside the track, turned off the engine, leaned on the seat and waited with eyes full of the night.

After waiting until the rain had stopped, the phone rang in my ear, saying, "Boss Ying, Young Master He drove out just now..."

Ying and Jiang said "um", hung up the phone, and let out a long breath.

The night in Chengdu is really sultry.

①Beng some batches: bragging.

②Speak: speak.

③Tips: Speak harshly.

④ Owing: Disappointed, unhappily.

⑤ Pulling up: means, out, goodbye.