[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

The two got into the car, and Zhang Qi drove Qingyan up to the fast lane, and started driving at a high speed.At first, Yang Jing was still curious about the interior of the car, looking here and there, but after pondering for a while, he almost figured it out. Yang Jing sat upright, took out the terminal and played a game to kill boredom.

Zhang Qi never said a word. In the car, only the game in the terminal played brisk music. Yang Jing played for more than two hours. No matter how stable the car was, it was still moving at a high speed. He gradually felt that his eyes were a little sore and he didn't want to play anymore , so put the terminal back on your hand.

The quietness in the car almost made people feel that the air was solidified, and the seat under him was so comfortable that he was pushing him into a dream. After a while, he fell asleep in a daze and didn't know how to sleep. How long did it take, Yang Jing reckoned it should be quite long, because when he woke up, he felt satisfied after a rest, and his whole body was limp.He lazily opened his eyes, and a stern face appeared above him. The interior of the car was dimly lit, and the outline of that face was blurred. Only a pair of bright eyes looked straight at Yang Jing.Because of the close proximity, he could feel the hot breath of the other party, spraying it on his face one after another.

Yang Jing was startled, his body shook greatly, and he instinctively stretched out his hands to push. His hands rested on a hard chest, and the palms were made of padded fabric. Before he could exert his strength, that body had already retreated. open.

"What are you doing? Scared me to death!" Yang Jing scolded angrily, struggling to get up, only to find that the seat under him had been flattened at some point, no wonder he was sleeping comfortably, and he was not in the car at all. Dozing stiffly.

"Here we are." Zhang Qi sat up straight. He was wearing a black military uniform, and the car was dark. His whole body almost melted into the darkness.

Yang Jing looked out of the car, and saw that it was a parking lot with many high-end cars parked around, and a few lights standing far away, emitting a dim light.

His hands subconsciously loosened the tie again, and the collar of the shirt was opened wider. It was not neat and tidy when he first put it on. Zhang Qi looked at his exposed neck, and the hazy yellow outside the car seemed to cast a layer of pearl on his skin. , making people want to touch it.

Yang Jing yawned, his voice was vague and nasal, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

The two got out of the car. Yang Jing moved his shoulders and looked around. The parking lot was as big as a football field. There were a lot of cars parked at this time, but the view was wide. Not far in front, there was a luxurious villa. The walls are white and decorated with lights, like a big stage.

Yang Jing and Zhang Qi walked over unhurriedly. Before they entered the room, they could faintly hear laughter and laughter from inside. There was a butler in a suit at the door. When they saw Zhang Qi, they rushed forward to say hello. Flattering, neither humble nor overbearing opened the door for the two of them.

The room was resplendent and magnificent, and it was indeed very lively. There were well-dressed people in groups, although there were many people, they were not chaotic. At the moment when Yang Jing followed Zhang Qi into the room, everyone seemed to stop talking at the same time, and it was so quiet that even the two of them The footsteps of different shades were very clear, and they all looked this way. The light came down from the top, blurring the expressions of the people around them. After just a few steps, Yang Jing felt that the sight behind him was like a needle prick. .

The people around automatically gave way to the main hall. Yang Jing saw Zhang Qi striding forward, his aura was fully opened, and coupled with the reactions of other people, he felt for a moment that he was here to kick the field. For some reason, he was also a little excited .

Soon, the two of them came to the main hall, and there was a majestic middle-aged man standing under an oil painting. He was also wearing a military uniform. The style was a little different from Zhang Qi's. The color was dark gray. With a big beard, a high nose bridge, and goldfish eyes, when he looked at Zhang Qi, there was an exaggerated smile on his face, and his voice was loud, "You boy, I thought you weren't coming."

Zhang Qi still had the same expression, and said calmly: "How can I be absent from Commander Zeng's birthday?"

Commander Zeng laughed heartily a few times, and at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the side, "Zhang Junzuo, please stay safe."

Yang Jing looked around, only to realize that the person standing next to Commander Zeng was none other than Father Yang, and Commander Zeng was too strong and imposing, so he didn't see it at first.

Father Yang didn't bother to look at Yang Jing at the moment, but stared blankly at Zhang Qi, his eyes under the lens were full of surprise, and even his voice lost his usual calmness.

Zhang Qi nodded at him, "Thank you for your concern."

Father Yang still hadn't recovered, so he forced a smile on his face. Commander Zeng glanced thoughtfully from the side, and saw that his body was stretched straight, and he was a little out of his wits.

Commander Zeng turned his gaze to Yang Jing again. Although everyone present knew each other's identities, they still lacked an introduction. Zhang Qi turned his head, glanced at Yang Jing, and then turned around, "This is my partner Yang Jing. Yang Jing, this is the commander of the Jiaoli Army."

Yang Jing stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Commander Zeng also extended his right hand, but he didn't want Yang Jing to hug his fist, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Although he said he admired him for a long time, his attitude was perfunctory. Commander Zeng's hands froze and he brushed off the non-existent soil on his body. Seeing Yang Jing's behavior, Yang's father at the side immediately darkened his face and stared at him to warn Yang Jing to restrain himself.

Commander Zeng laughed out loud, his voice trembling in his ears like a bell, he patted Father Yang's shoulder back, and pretended to say relaxedly: "I said that your two families are not authentic, why don't you let me know when you get married? There was news a while ago, and I thought it was fake."

Father Yang's face turned pale, his throat moved but he didn't make a sound, Zhang Qi said slowly: "I don't like red tape, I only registered with Yang Jing, I feel wronged him."

Yang Jing looked at Father Yang and said in a subdued tone, "No wrong, no wrong."

Zhang Qi turned his head to the side, looked at Yang Jing intently, and showed a relaxed expression, "When I choose an auspicious day in the future, I will compensate you with a grand ceremony."

Father Yang's face turned pale again, and his expression was stiff. Yang Jing pretended that Zhang Qi was acting, and deliberately uttered a soft and low voice, "Darling, I'm waiting for you."

Zhang Qi's expression remained unchanged, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. On the contrary, Commander Zeng didn't understand Yang Jing at all, and was terrified by the voice.

After that, another group of newcomers came to congratulate Commander Zeng on his birthday. Zhang Qi took Yang Jing and left. The two of them came to the dining area and saw rows of long tables with exquisite food.

Zhang Qi pressed the collar of his clothes and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

Yang Jing didn't wait for him to finish, he took the plate and threw it on the side of the table, picked up the food he liked, started to eat, took another glass of wine, and drank it in big gulps.

Zhang Qi stood watching from the side, neither eating nor drinking, as if a wall of ice had been erected on his body, most people avoided him from a distance, and those who passed by him were cautious.

After a while, a man walked up to Zhang Qi and greeted him familiarly, "You haven't shown up for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he still seemed to have nothing to look at, Yang Jing didn't want to socialize, so he walked away with the plate.

The man rubbed his nose awkwardly, his face full of curiosity, "Who is he? I see you have been staring at him."

Zhang Qi withdrew his gaze, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly, "My wife."

The man froze, raised his head and raised his eyes, and said dryly after a while, "When did you learn to joke?"

Zhang Qi picked up a glass of wine from the side, didn't drink it, just shook it.

Yang Jing carried the plate and wandered to another place, seeing the steaming sausages on the exquisite silver plate, and the burnt aroma coming from the barbecue, Yang Jing couldn't help picking up a few pieces, at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind, " Jinger."

Yang Jing's face darkened for a moment, he turned his head and looked impatiently at his nominal father, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Father Yang pointed towards the direction of the terrace, and said in an orderly tone, "Tell me this way."

Feeling hot, and pretending to be on his head, Yang Jing leaned back instead, and said in a loud voice on purpose: "If you have anything to say, just say it here, do you need to hide it? "

Sure enough, his voice attracted the attention of many people, pointing to this side, Father Yang's eyes flashed a look of cruelty, his jaw tensed, his right hand trembled unconsciously, if it wasn't for someone else's house, Father Yang raised his hand and fanned him.

Yang Jing slightly lowered his head to look at his right hand, snorted coldly, and continued: "Say?"

"You unfilial son!" Father Yang's tone was cold, he shook his hand and strode away.

Yang Jing leaned halfway on the table, looked at Father Yang's back, smiled subtly, took a sip, and threw the whole sausage into his mouth.

While eating, another person called Yang Jing came over suddenly. It was still a familiar voice, but it was not so annoying.

"Qin Xinyi, you're here too?" Yang Jing is not used to calling others the boss, and always feels that it's like playing house.

Qin Xin was standing behind Yang Jing holding a wine glass, he nodded with a helpless expression, "I heard you yelling from a long distance ago."

Yang Jing shrugged, he didn't care, he took another glass of wine and took a sip.

Qin Xin also waited for him to swallow, and then asked: "Are you still used to the mission in those two days?"

"Well, it's not dangerous. I heard that you have cleaned it up before, and the rest are just weaklings."

Qin Xin also looked him up and down. Yang Jing was wearing a well-tailored suit today, and a pair of shoes were made by hand. If he didn't open his mouth, he would be a rich man, but when he opened his mouth, he revealed his true nature. He was still so rude, Qin Xin. Xin also shook his head, "You! Why do you do this?"

His words were more like exclamations. After finishing speaking, he put the wine glass on the table and nodded, "Excuse me first."

Yang Jing originally wanted to let him go, but he stood just right to see Qin Xin put his hand into his pocket, the corner of the blue cigarette case was exposed in his open suit, Yang Jing's eyes lit up, he hurriedly put down the cup, rushed He chased after him, "Smoking? Let's go together!"

He changed his clothes today, but he forgot to put his cigarette in. He became addicted just after eating, and he was worried that he would not have a cigarette.

Qin Xin also paused, and then led him towards the terrace.

There was a small gap in the middle of the glass door, and the milky white curtains were half covered. When the two approached, they saw two people already standing on the terrace. If there were no voices from outside, those two figures blending into the darkness would really be different. Easy to spot.

"Zhang Junzuo, is your body... better? I have always... always kept it in my heart."

Qin Xin also and Yang Jing stopped abruptly at the same time, the former was miserable, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, he didn't know what expression to use to face Yang Jing, his eyes were fixed on the vague outline in the darkness, Attempt to get the attention of the people on the terrace.

Yang Jing almost couldn't control himself laughing, it was a familiar voice again, tender and shy, isn't it his "sister"?