Deep love never ends

Not long after entering, Xia Qinghe followed.

How could such a scene not have her.

The layout here is quite casual.

Just looking inside, I can't see that this is a place with strict hierarchy and needs to show my identity to enter.

The racing cars were placed on one side. There were several people sitting on the motorcycle with cigarettes in their mouths.

Say hello to Qin Langjun.

"I thought you weren't coming. You came just in time. Isn't your car still here?"

There are several familiar people in that group.

When I followed, the eyes around me were curious, but there was also hostility.

For example, there are several women who are not the same type as the women who accompany the second ancestor. Although I don't know them all, I can tell them.

It should be about the same origin as Xia Qinghe.

After Xia Qinghe came in, he didn't rush to Qin Langjun's side. When he passed me, he paused a little, but didn't speak.

Go straight to the women.

The game here will start soon.

Qin Langjun's car is different from his usual low luxury style. It is a deep-sea blue car, and the body is specially designed.

Just looking at this appearance is enough to make people feel momentum.

The game will start soon. I stand on the side and watch. I have little interest in others, but look at Qin Langjun's side.

If I hadn't followed him this time, I never knew his driving skills would be so good.

When the race began, his car was particularly eye-catching, almost always in front.

I've never touched this kind of game before, but my heart can't help tightening.

"Well, haven't you seen it before?"

Xia Qinghe came to me and said sarcastically, "it's better not to come and have a look. At least you are always with him. It's a shame to be poked and said that you have no culture, isn't it?"

Few people around noticed this, and she spoke impolitely.

"It's really good."

When she finished these words full of sarcasm and attack, I nodded to her and said with approval.

But Xia Qinghe's face was not very good. Instead, it was ugly.

This temper can't be followed or not. It's really a big miss's temperament.

The more I agreed with her, she couldn't say the rest.

All choked back.

"Who is this, Qinghe, do you know?"

Just now, a group of people with Xia Qinghe also came over.

The tone of voice was contemptuous and arrogant.

And the hostility.

"I know you. You should have seen the people around brother Qin."

Just now, my conversation with Xia Qinghe didn't continue. She looked at the women and explained.

Just this kind of explanation, it sounds better to say that recruiting hackers is more appropriate.

Directly pick this matter in the open, what thoughts are obvious.

Jealousy is never divided into race or grade.

As long as you have a little thought about Qin Langjun, you will be driven by these words.

"Oh, who can look familiar? It's not a serious identity, and it's not my turn to condescend to know such people."

One of the women said sarcastically in her tone.

Three women in a play.

There are not just three women here.

Now together, it is almost a palace play.

They are singing here. I only look at the screen of the game except for a polite smile.

It's halfway through and ready to sprint.

The atmosphere is also tense.

A few of the men sitting on one side even put the beer bottles in their hands heavily on the table, as nervous as when watching the world cup.

"But people don't want to talk to us."

When I was watching over there, I heard Xia Qinghe say so.

Looking back, I happened to see the expression on Xia Qinghe's face.

Helpless and sigh.

Just right, one more point is too boastful, and one less point is too untrue.

The pinch is just right.

I have to admire her Kung Fu.

In terms of encouraging people, I don't know whether she is born or acquired. She does better than anyone.

"It's boring to be angry with such a person. When you say so, I remember. Is this the one who was replaced by Qin Langjun recently?"

A woman with a straightforward personality, even hot, asked.

I don't seem to pay attention to my client at all.

Say that directly in my face.

Wearing tight black clothes and a short skirt covering his hips, he looked sharp and hot.

"Speaking of it, is that how you were hurt on your face?"

The woman spoke again.

The expression on Xia Qinghe's face is not as natural as it was just now.

Rao is her natural recovery now, but the once disfigured thing on her face has become a point she can't touch at will.

No one is allowed to mention this at will.

But at this point, I expected that she did not dare to refute at will, or directly shut people up as before.

After all, few people who come here and can come here are easy to provoke.

Originally, I was thinking about how to get rid of the things in front of me. Now I don't need to worry.

I still looked at the side of the car, but I was very interested and looked at Xia Qinghe's reaction.

After a while, Xia Qinghe said stiffly, "yes, but it's much better now. It's just an accident. Don't investigate."

It seems to be to show her own magnanimity and tolerance, as well as grievances. She added: "in fact, it's OK. I'm not a big problem. It's all good. I don't need to investigate anything."

There are really a few people who come to talk, one by one seems to love her generosity.

But just now the woman in black with hot personality still said straightforwardly and forthrightly, "but which side of your operating room did it? It seems that your eyes are a little bigger. Was it an eye opening operation?"

At this moment, the atmosphere became more rigid.

If I hadn't been able to bear it, I'm afraid I would have laughed now.

Being upright is not necessarily a disadvantage.

At least to some extent, it can work.

Just pity Xia Qinghe.

Just now, I've been thinking about taking someone else as a gun driver, but I didn't expect that I would be severely hurt by this gun.

"No, you read it wrong."

Xia Qinghe explained a few words dryly, looked at me with hatred, and tried to drag the topic to me again.

Tit for tat, the small battlefield here is no less than the confrontation and tense atmosphere on the other side of the car.