nice to drive

Chapter 38

The car that was supposed to be with the general was about to drive to the street in front of He Qing's house, but Gabe called and urged He Qing to go back.

When the two arrived at the gate of the Jiabei Group, He Qing's posture was incomparable. If Ying and General dared to set fire to leave immediately, he dared to pour the flames with a bucket of water, and he insisted on holding Ying and General He looked at his face for a long time, wanted to kiss but didn't dare to kiss at the gate of the group, and finally let go reluctantly.

When leaving, Ying and Jiang rubbed the back of his head with their hands, saying that it's nothing serious, and we'll meet again when we're free.

It was obvious that Ying and Jiang talked a lot more after being together with him, He Qing was happy in her heart, this time it was rare to be serious, her eyes were fixed, and she said very seriously: "Don't comfort me, I'm already like this with you , in case I can't rely on my family in the future, why don't I exercise more by myself?"

Ying and Jiang teased him: "I have money."

As soon as President Yingda said this, Young Master He had the illusion that he would rather be taken care of for a moment, and immediately pulled back his own strings, and calmly said: "Come on, I can't let you support me, I spend money every minute. Let you dissipate your wealth."

Ying and Jiang said again: "You spend, I earn."

After hearing this, He Qing closed the car door, facing the car window like he did in the hospital before, took a breath, a layer of white mist formed on the glass, stretched out his hand to draw a tick, tapped twice with his finger, turned his head and left up.

Ying and Jiang's car stopped at the gate of Gabei for a while, and the security guards recognized him, so he didn't say much, and let his car park there.

After waiting until about three o'clock in the afternoon, Ying and Jiang stared at a Chengdu gourmet map stored on their mobile phones for a while, then started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and left.

This picture was liked by He Qing on Weibo, Ying and Jiang saved it, and found the three closest ones according to it.

Bean curd rice on Qidaoyan Street in Gaosheng Bridge, Yeerpai on Yulin Road, and "Jiang Roast Duck" at the gate of a community on Wuhou Avenue.

All packed up, and drove all the way to Gabe.

When it arrived, it was still hot.

Ying Yujiang didn't want to disturb He Qing, so he turned off the engine and got out of the car, and asked the security guard to ask the sales manager of the directly-operated store downstairs to send He Qing up.

Jiabei are all one-story bungalows, all of which are luxury car 4S shops. Several big brands are open next to each other. There is a separate office building, which is only two or three floors. A window slammed open.

Ying Yujiang just got into the car, kept looking at the building, closed the car window, saw He Qing and stood by the window to look at him again.

Looking up, he often appears downstairs somewhere where He Qing is. Both of them seem to be used to such a distance and posture.

He stared at He Qing, but He Qing didn't move, even if he could only see a small black shadow, it was the existence of the other party.

Suddenly, the surrounding lights became a lot warmer, orange and orange, and it was about six or seven o'clock when the street lights came on.

In the coming night of winter, they bring some warm light, covering He Qing's eyes in the misty cold air, and covering the small solid black downstairs.

When he was in a trance, he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, and he quickly took it out to look.

He said, Congratulations, the street lights on Airport Road are on.

……

Day by day, He's father and mother are still on a business trip, and He Qing is also happy to be at leisure. After the company's work is done, they are waiting for the new year to approach, sales will increase sharply, and they can make a lot of money by taking advantage of the holiday discount.

Ying Yujiang's business is also good there, and a lot of second-hand cars have been brought in. He Qing saw that he was busy, and he went to the Pangu famous car shop several times to see Ying Yujiang checking the newly received cars.

Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, Ying and Jiang can no longer lift up the hem of his clothes and hold them in his mouth like what He Qing saw when he first came to Pangu, but He Qing looked at him from a distance, seeing how serious he was , I feel that my heart is very full.

Lanzhou came to look for Heqing once, and the two drove to the Jingang Circuit again, as if competing, at night, after running, standing on the side of the street smoking, Lanzhou touched one and handed it to Heqing , He Qing licked her lips and said forget it, quit.

Lan Zhou didn't believe it, but then he remembered that he couldn't smoke for more than half a year, and he said that there was nothing wrong with smoking the bag and not sucking it in.

It caused He Qing to be firm, not to smoke, and asked why, He Qing thought about Ying and Jiang's gloomy expression when he tasted the smoke from his mouth before, and did not speak.

Lan Zhou resentfully threw the cigarette case on the back seat, and tore off his neckband to disperse the sweat: "There's a problem..."

He Qing reached out and grabbed Lanzhou's ear: "You fucking dare to scold me."

As soon as Lanzhou smoked, the melancholy fan came up. Looking at the posture and demeanor, he looked like he had broken up with him eight hundred times. He was worried, looked at the dashboard with his eyes distracted, and murmured: "Qing'er , you really like him?"

"like……"

He Qing smelled it on the tip of her nose, but still couldn't hold back, she ordered a smoked bag and put it in her mouth, saying, "I like it very much."

Looking up at the familiar lights on the Jingang Circuit, He Qing remembered the night of his birthday, the night when He Ying and Jiang kissed under the bridge, and the time when Feng Tang blocked the door and questioned him during the battle of revenge. little scrap of paper...

He thought of Ying and Jiang's dry lips in winter, moistened by his own kiss, like the kind of secretly drinking sweet rice wine dipped in honey.

He can get drunk with just one more sip.

Drunk so that my stomach hurts, my eyes are red, my feet are numb, the tips of my ears are trembling, and my tail is wagging.

Seeing Lanzhou squinting and not speaking, He Qing added in a low voice: "I like it very much."

After saying this, He Qing looked up at the rows of street lamps again, and thought, ah... the street lamps in Jingang are also on.

Lan Zhou was depressed when he heard it. He never thought that He Qing would be bent, let alone that He Qing, who has always been heartless, would be so determined.In fact, he still knows He Qing very well, he knows that this is how he treats people well, and he wished to give all his things to him, but facing such a man who has no roots and nowhere to go, he just can't let go. calm down.

Lanzhou took a deep breath and asked, "Why? Isn't Fengtang also nice to you? Why don't you like him?"

After hearing Zhile, He Qing slapped Lan Zhou with his hand, hooked his neck, and said with a smile, "It's a revolutionary comrade-in-arms friendship with you, follow me and general..."

Lanzhou disdains: "You are a fucking rebel."

Touching Lanzhou's hairy head, He Qing's voice was a little hoarse after not smoking for a long time: "Yes, I surrender, surrender and surrender to the enemy."

Lan Zhou didn't hold back, and asked the question directly, asking the most practical question: "You, what about your family? What about his family?"

He Qing didn't expect that Lanzhou would think so far, it seems that he actually recognized Ying Yujiang in his heart.

With a worried look on his face, He Qing half-opened his eyes, his face was blurred under the light, and said: "I came out to do business when I was seventeen or eighteen years old, and I have to listen to my family for everything. People can't choose, I'm so fucking miserable."

He Qing is a sensible person, Lan Zhou knows what road He Qing is going, Lan Zhou believes that he also understands, but he doesn't believe how long the two people can talk, there are too many realistic factors in front of him.

Lanzhou pushed down the window a little bit, let the cold wind blow in, just woke up a little, and heard He Qing smiled and said: "You don't know... He and I have responded everywhere. He understands every move."

He turned his face to look, and saw that He Qing's peach blossom eyes were looking around affectionately as before. The difference was that now, they seemed to have a little bit of stars, shedding the surlyness of the past, and the sharp edges were softened.

He Qing said: "You have never seen his gentle appearance..."

"He's such a big guy and so cool."

"I used to feel like I would be shot if I looked at it too much, but now it's like a stove in front of me, very warm."

He Qing sniffed, as if she had a bit of a cold, lit the lighter again, lit a cigarette, and just blew it head-on along the wind, so that the smell of cigarettes was blown into the cold wind to wash away.

He looked in the direction of the south extension line, fluttering.

"Lan Lan, I'm so lucky to have him."

He Qing took a deep breath and cursed inwardly.

The winter in Chengdu is really fucking cold, so cold that you want to slip into Ying Yujiang's arms.

……

After getting off work the next day, He Qing drove to Pangu again. Anyway, since his mother and father are not at home very much this month, why don't they take advantage of the loopholes?

He remembered that a few days ago Ying Yujiang met a drunk driver at the intersection of Chengya Expressway. Ying Yujiang was not stopped, but he himself was stopped, and he blew on the tester until his face swelled up. Now, Ying Yujiang turned back to stare at him at the place where the card was set up in front, his eyes were like those of a wolf.

Why are you pretending to be reserved?

Last night, He Qing parked in the garage at home and his mother scratched the car's butt, but fortunately, the gay purple Audi R8 I chose for racing last night, I didn't feel bad after rubbing it. I just found an excuse and drove all the way. Go to Airport Road.

As soon as the car stopped at the door, He Qing notified the receptionist, saying: "Tell you Mr. Ying that his buttock of Young Master He's car was scratched."

He also didn't bother to go to the 4S shop to find trouble. He could even park in the garage.

After waiting for a while, He Qing looked at Ying Yu coming down from upstairs in a suit. He looked like he had just had a meeting, and he was still holding a stack of documents in his hand. Looking at the cover, he guessed that some new modified parts had arrived at the store.

He kept his mouth shut and didn't ask any more questions, but Ting Ying and Jiang asked before they approached, "Why is your car broken down again?"

He Qing answered loudly: "It's rubbing paint."

Ying Yujiang nodded, thinking that maybe He Qing was driving carelessly, and no one would let him drive an Audi more than three feet away. When the safety factor was mentioned, his heart became a little panicked.

Ying and Jiang said indifferently: "Stop here."

Hearing what he said, He Qing asked, "Can't you repair?"

Turning around, he took a sip of the unfinished tea that He Qing put on the table, and Ying and Jiang said, "There is still a batch of unfinished paint."

As if mustering up her courage, He Qing's ears were starting to turn red, she lowered her voice, took a step forward and put it next to Ying Yujiang's ear, and said seriously in a volume audible to the two of them: "Don't worry about those, you should practice first." Fix me?"

The latter was stunned, and turned his face away to look at He Qing.

Every look in He Qing's eyes makes people feel dazed, as if he is challenging his limit at any time. He used to be provocative without knowing it, but now he does it on purpose. He is still a repeat offender, and he can pass the test with him. Won the championship in one fell swoop.

Ying Yu tightened his throat, twisted the tie with his slender and strong fingers, loosened it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wait."

So He Qing really waited for a long time in the lounge of the Pangu Famous Car Hall, almost falling asleep, before waiting for Ying Yujiang to finish his work. He originally wanted to rush to the locker room, but he didn't expect to be hugged by Ying Yujiang directly. He got up, got out of the garage from the private elevator, stuffed it into his car, and regardless of the fluttering of congratulations, tightened his grip on the seat, lit the ignition and drove.

As soon as he arrived at the place where He Qing was parked, Ying and Jiang took He Qing out of the car again, put him in his own car, and said to take him home.

He Qing was taken aback for a moment, but didn't understand why, when she was about to speak, Ying Yu pressed her forehead up: "You have a fever, don't you feel it?"

After being told this, he felt his mouth dry, his body was burning hot, and his arrogance disappeared at once. He thought that it must have been blown in Jingang last night, but he didn't dare to say it, so he leaned on the seat, low He gasped heavily and did not speak.

Then Ying Yujiang dragged him to the nearest hospital and went to the emergency department. He Qing scolded lazily from behind, he had a fever and went to the emergency department.

As soon as he saw the answer and the general, he felt that the fever was even worse. I'm afraid it's not a fever, but a fit of anger. I'm afraid.

The aunt at home doesn't live at home, and the principle of proximity is the principle. It was already one or two o'clock in the morning when Ying and Jiang brought He Qing back to He's house. The temperature was measured, and it was around 38 degrees, which is not too bad.

He Qing was sleepy, and hadn't had a good rest the night before, so she fell asleep on Ying Yujiang's arms, her face was flushed, and her breath was hot.

You should change it over and over again with a cloth soaked in alcohol.

It was like five o'clock in the morning, and I was a little sleepy. I took a thermometer to measure He Qing again, and it was almost slowly descending. I went to the kitchen and fiddled for a while, and then went upstairs again after I finished fumbling. He lifted the quilt, wrapped He Qing up a little tighter, and fell asleep in his arms.

When he got up in the morning, he saw that there was no one around him. He opened WeChat and saw that Ying and Jiang said that he had gone to Pangu, and that he would come over at night and let him have a good rest.

He Qing walked downstairs slowly wearing cotton slippers, and saw on the dining table, on the marble dining table that he was familiar with and had used for more than 20 or [-] years, there appeared the porridge cooked by Ying and Jiang.

He sent a WeChat message, swearing: Are you fucking free to cook porridge? Didn’t you go to work?

Ying and Jiang ignored his long list and replied: Have you eaten?

The arrogance of congratulations was extinguished in an instant, and she replied obediently: "It's delicious to eat."

When it was night, He Qing was like a watchdog stone. I felt that Meng Jiangnv waited for her husband in the same way. The fever was almost gone. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and played games. After playing for a while, the phone rang up.

Before he could speak to General Ying, he rushed to say, "It's been twelve hours, it's been half a day, and I miss you a little bit."

Then, he heard Ying and Jiang say, "I'm in your garage."

He Qing was almost pulling on his down jacket. He paused when he left the bedroom. He rummaged through the drawers and stuffed them into his big pockets. He rushed downstairs in a thin layer of shirt pajamas.

He didn't even wait for the elevator, so he ran down the stairs, passed the living room and then passed the storage room on the lower floor. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ying and Jiang's car parked at the door of his private garage .

Ying Yujiang pushed down the car window to see him, and He Qing ran upstairs to get the key to the garage like a fool, opened the garage, and jumped into Ying Yujiang's car familiarly, even without the down jacket on , he gasped and said, "I'm so cold..."

For the first time, the Mercedes-Benz G, which the two of them have ridden countless times, parked openly in He Qing's private garage. It also parked in the Ferrari 20 with the "Sichuan AHQ812O" on it, that is, the one with the film on it. next to the peacock blue.

Ying Yujiang looked around the environment, saw He Qing, who was sitting upright in the co-pilot, and was wearing extremely thin clothes, reached out to start the car, moved his seat back, and drove Heating.

When he was in a daze, He Qing Tingying and Jiang asked out of the blue: "Which car here has the most space?"

He Qing didn't react, and just about to say "this is yours", his ears felt hot.

It was Ying and Jiang who loosened his seat belt, put the parking gear on, leaned over and rubbed his ears, and said, "The fever is gone."

Ginger is still old and hot, and after being rubbed like this, He Qing couldn't bear it and completely collapsed.

He reached up to the soft roof inside the car, turned off the lights, looked at the closed shutter door of the garage with hazy eyes, and said, "Is your car earthquake-resistant?"

He Qing loosened the belt and wanted to step over from the central control to go to Ying and put the driver's seat there, adding a few more words.

"I've got everything, and I'm in your car myself."

"You do me."

He Qing looked at the position and felt that the center console could be spanned, but the driver's seat was too narrow to accommodate two people at all, so she reached out to open the door.

In the next second, he was almost pushed onto the armrest box, relying on his elbows to keep him from leaning back. He was held down by Ying and the general and stuffed into the back seat, waiting for him to finally get on the back seat Panting for breath, the rear door opened. Ying and Jiang took off his coat and hung it on the back of the driver's seat, crumpled He Qing's down jacket and put it on the armrest box.

Ying Yujiang closed the car door, leaned over and pressed him up, to hold his face.

You should open your mouth and blow into his ear.

That feeling is completely different from Shan Jiang don't blow him, Fengtang blows him, now the air permeates the ears, He Qing is dazed, feeling like his body temperature is going to rise again.

Seeing him in a daze, Ying Yujiang smiled, his tired eyes brightened a lot.

Ying and Jiang's eyes are like a deep pool, and they whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Look at your drunk driving inspection, that's what you brag about, isn't it?"