Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh plain life
"Then I won't fly either."
"That's right, if I take a plane, I won't go back."
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The two girls did not give Shen Bing any face and refused directly, which showed that they were willful. Of course, it also showed that Shishi and Ling Bing'er were very comfortable in this home and had long been familiar with Shen Bing.
Shen Bing smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although his face was helpless, his eyes were full of kindness and kindness...
"Grandpa Shen, can you take me to see Academician He? I want to know what his relationship is with my uncle?"
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that He Shuqing wrote a letter of introduction to him, and changed the topic and asked. Anyway, there is plenty of time today, so it would be better to ask in person.
He could also ask his uncle when he went back this time, but he thought that with his unserious character, he might not know whether what he told him was true or false.
"He is not in Beidu these days. After you come back from Danxia Mountain, I will arrange another time." Shen Bing thought for a while and then said.
"Okay then! I'll go back first, Grandpa Shen."
Zhang Yang could tell that he was declining. Although he didn't know the reason, he couldn't continue to insist and could only say goodbye.
"I'll also go back and prepare for Grandpa Shen." Tang Shuxin said at the same time.
"Just wait a moment, I have something to discuss with you."
"kindness."
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In Zhang Yang's opinion, they must have discussed Tang Shuxin's retirement, and he was very happy for this girl from the bottom of his heart. How could he not get his shoes wet when he often walks by the river?
Who can guarantee that every mission will go smoothly? If it fails once, it may cost your life. The three dead special forces are the best example.
After leaving Shen Bing's house, Zhang Yang took a taxi to the train station. It took less than two hours by plane but more than a day by train.
Although it took a long time, I still had to listen to the opinions of a few girls. Anyway, I had plenty of time, and this was not the month when tickets were tight, so I quickly bought a few soft sleeper tickets.
With nothing to do in the afternoon, he decided to go to the modification shop. After experiencing life and death, he began to cherish everyone around him, and naturally missed Ye Wenqian the same way.
Although I decided to come back, I didn't know how long I would stay back, so I wanted to say goodbye to her.
When he took a taxi to the tuning shop, the red Ferrari did not stop at the door, which made him think that Ye Wenqian might have gone out for something.
Now that I'm here, I still have to go in and make sure. When I walk into the workshop, I see a familiar and slender figure in the distance, standing in front of a car discussing something with the workers.
"Zhang Yang, are you here like this?" Ye Wenqian happened to turn around, saw him, and greeted him with a smile, and asked.
"Can't I come?"
Zhang Yang smiled and continued teasingly: "Since there are workers renovating it, why are you still making do with it? How good is it to stay in the office?"
"I'm more familiar with how to modify it better than they are."
Ye Wenqian answered very confidently, turning back and continuing: "Let's go to my office to chat."
Zhang Yang also understands that as a racing driver, he knows the performance of the racing car well, how to modify it to make it more perfect, and has enough experience and insights. These are indeed much better than the modification master.
"Where is your Ferrari?" Zhang Yang asked after walking into the office.
"sold."
"Why sell?" Zhang Yang was startled and asked hurriedly.
He only used that car to participate in one race, and the process of life and death made him fall in love with the red Ferrari, treating it like a good friend who lived through life and death together.
More importantly, it witnessed the relationship between him and Ye Wenqian from their acquaintance to the present, playing an important role more like a matchmaker.
Ye Wenqian did not know how many games she had used it to participate in, and her affection for it was obvious. Zhang Yang was very puzzled by the sudden sale of it, which can be described as shocked.
"I want to live a stable life and no longer want to participate in dangerous racing."
Ye Wenqian walked to the desk as a habit, took out a disposable water cup, took a glass of water and handed it to him. With a calm and charming smile on her pretty face, she continued: "After selling the car, I bought the house I rented.
From now on, I will have a family."
"I told you I would buy the house. You don't need to sell the car."
"It's not because of money. The few million I earned from racing last time were enough to buy a house."
Ye Wenqian knew that he misunderstood that he was selling the car because he was short of money, and continued to explain: "I just don't want to participate in the competition anymore, and there is no use keeping the car."
For most car owners, buying a car is for travel convenience, or for face. After all, in China, there are still only a few people who own cars, so cars naturally become a symbol of status and ability.
As for Ye Wenqian, it was purely for hobbies, and she liked the pleasure and passion brought by the fast speed...
"You said you liked racing..."
"People will change. I am a woman. I am content to live a stable life with the person I like."
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Zhang Yang impulsively hugged her into his arms, knowing in his heart that he was the one who turned this once youthful and passionate girl into a delicate little woman.
She gave up her hobbies just to pursue simple happiness...
Ye Wenqian did not struggle to get rid of him, but hugged him tightly with her arms without any scruples, and put her head on his chest, revealing the tenderness and sweetness of the little woman.
Zhang Yang lowered his head and kissed her hair. The light body fragrance made him intoxicated and confused...
"By the way, the old man has been calling me for the past two days, asking you to have dinner. I was afraid that you didn't have time, so I didn't notify you." After some time, Ye Wenqian gently pushed him away and said.
"Old man?"
Too many things happened in the past two days, including the life and death incident last night, which made his brain go blank for a short time and he could not remember who the old man was.
"This is the old man you helped treat last time at Guimen Thirteen Needles Hospital..."
"Well, I remembered. I'm not going. I just want to stay with you for a while longer."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Yang thought about it, but the tenderness just now made him very reluctant to let go, and naturally he didn't want to waste time to have a meal.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" A woman's innate sixth sense allowed her to hear something in Zhang Yang's words, and she asked hurriedly.
"I'll go back to Danxia Mountain tomorrow to take care of some things."
"Come back?" Ye Wenqian's heart immediately lifted, her voice trembling obviously.
She knew that Zhang Yang was a student at Donghai Medical University and came to Beijing to attend a friend's wedding. Of course, this was what he told her.
He had already said goodbye to him once, but an accident made him stay. Will he leave forever and never come back? Thinking of this, Ye Wenqian became nervous.
"With you here, how could I not come back?"
After Zhang Yang saw her expression, he was very moved. He smiled evilly and continued: "I'm just going back for a few days, are you reluctant to leave me?"
"Since you're back, why don't you agree to have dinner with the old man today? He has called me a lot in the past two days to express his gratitude to you." Ye Wenqian curled her lips and changed the subject.
"No, let's go home together. I want to eat the food you cooked." Zhang Yang refused, but wanted to go back to the rental house again to experience the warm feeling.
Of course, it is undeniable that he has dirty thoughts, and the hug just now has made him a little confused and impulsive.
We can't blame him for being lecherous. After all, as long as he is a man, he can hold a beautiful woman in his arms without any reaction. What's more, he also remembered the several lingering moments that night. If he doesn't react, is he still a man? So it is completely normal for him to have such thoughts.
"In your dreams!"
How could Ye Wenqian not know what he was thinking? Her pretty face turned red and she pouted her lips, refusing to continue: "I'll call the old man and tell him that you agreed and we'll have dinner together at noon today."
"Yes, but he doesn't need to treat us. We can just treat him to a meal."
From Ye Wenqian's unscrupulous teasing with the old man last time, it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other. Naturally, Zhang Yang couldn't refuse anymore and agreed casually.
I am not short of money, but judging from the way the old man is dressed, he is not a rich man. How can I have the nerve to ask him to pay for a treat?
"It doesn't matter, he is eager for you to invite him."
Ye Wenqian giggled and continued: "Which hotel should I make an appointment with him?"
"Just let him choose one."
Since Ye Wenqian knew him very well, she always wanted to find a better hotel.
The reason why I let the old man choose first is that if the hotel he is looking for is too low-level, it will not be too late to change it myself, and it will make me look more respectable.
"This old man has a thick skin. If he were asked to choose, he would definitely not be polite." Ye Wenqian obviously knew the old man very well and reminded her with a smile.
"It doesn't matter."
Zhang Yang thought to himself, if he is worth hundreds of millions, would he still care about money? With such a poor look, what kind of world has the old man seen? Naturally, he would not choose a high-end hotel.
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She took out her mobile phone and made a call. Just as she said, when the old man heard her saying that Zhang Yang was treating him, she could hear his excited and proud agreement on the phone, which made Zhang Yang dumbfounded.
I thought to myself, is this a token of gratitude to myself, or is it just for a meal...
"He said, just go to the Mingshi Club and have something to eat." Ye Wenqian said after hanging up the phone.
"Celebrity Club? Is it a place for meetings?"
Zhang Yang has always felt that the hotel should be named after a big hotel. Aren't all five-star hotels like this? Clubhouse! As the name suggests, it should be a place for meetings.
"I don't know, I just heard that there is such a place in the city center. It seems that only rich people go there." Ye Wenqian shrugged, showing a cute look.
"Yeah." Zhang Yang agreed casually.
I thought that I was considered a rich man, not to mention that since it was a club, it would definitely not be as good as a five-star hotel. After all, in China, five-star hotels are the most luxurious places to eat.
The reason why he didn't propose changing hotels was just because he was out of curiosity and wanted to follow the old man to see what the so-called club was like.
"Let's go, we still have to waste time looking for this place, so we'd better go early." (To be continued)