Chapter 689: The same starry sky (see monthly ticket!)

Nothing else, just after the group of young masters and ladies were too curious about Zhu Xiaoxiao after they launched the'news live broadcast', from the beginning they were restrained until they had to take her almost every cup, which is called Wei Sheng. Can't stand it.
That Fang Cui Xian had already drunk countless cups for her, and the middle Wei Sheng retreated twice, but failed.
At this moment, after Cui Xian leaked Wan Ziyan's little secret and entered the house, he took Wei Sheng by the arm and walked out. Everyone only said that they were going to the bathroom, so they didn't care.
Wei Sheng was in doubt. When he opened the door, he saw Wan Ziyan holding tearful Li Lu patted his back at the door of the box. The latter pouted, but seemed to have compromised in the other party's words.
Cui Xian didn't even look at the two of them, and took Wei Sheng and walked straight towards the gate.
Li Lu stared at the back of her cousin and Wei Sheng for a while, then opened her mouth, still not yelling.
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Walking out of the karaoke hall, Wei Sheng jumped onto Cui Xian's back and put his arms around his neck and asked, "Your cousin didn't believe you?"
"It looks like it is." Cui Xian smiled and raised his hand to stop a taxi, which made Wei Sheng had to jump to the ground and get into the car.
On the way, she started to burp, as if thinking of something, Cui Xian subconsciously moved towards the door, "If you plan to vomit, you'd better notify me in advance."
"How can it be so exaggerated." Wei Sheng glanced at him displeasedly, and found it funny again. The two of them dumped Zhu Xiaoxiao and the others without saying anything. In fact, this time the game was mainly organized. It was to catch the wind for her. Just now, I heard Zhu Xiaoxiao winking at her and said that he had booked a whole banquet hall in a well-known hotel in Beijing, and he would call a group of friends over for a party in the evening.
It is estimated that Li Lu told her how she entertained her in Chaonan. Zhu Xiaoxiao and others are afraid that they hope that after putting on the pomp and not falling behind, they can do the friendship of the landlord.
She suddenly asked the driver in front, "Master, do you know the new F1 track in Beijing?"
"Yes, there is the stadium." The driver smiled and glanced at Wei Sheng in the rearview mirror.
"Go there!" Wei Sheng leaned against Cui Xian's arm, grinning.
The Jingcheng driver is a well-known Kanye. He talked about the F1 races he knows all the way. He said that Wei Sheng closed his eyes and opened his eyes, but he has reached his destination.
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Luo Quankun is thirty-seven and eighteen years old. He is handsome but has a violent temper. He is now the head coach of the Bulls team. At this moment, he is standing next to the track and staring sadly at the two cars with his dark eyes. Galloping, because the team has just been established, and the funds are limited, most of the players that have been absorbed are foreign players. These third-rate players are young, but they can be cultivated well.
At least that was what Luo Quankun thought when he agreed to join the team as a coach earlier.
It's a pity that the team was established for two years, and it has already participated in the official formula last year. The effect is obviously not satisfactory.
The most important thing is the lack of sponsorship of the team. No sponsor is willing to invest in their team that has frequently failed even in domestic competitions and cannot produce key players.
The Asian Tigers, which are also mainly attacking the country, are supported by Dutch companies, but they are now stealing venture capital. It is said that they have just signed five drivers with F1 super driving licenses from Italy, Britain, Germany and the Netherlands. They are all characters who have performed well in varying degrees.
Thinking of this, Luo Quankun couldn't help sighing, lowered his head and ate the instant noodles in his hands, and drank a big mouthful of soup. Then he raised his hand to greet a team member waiting to throw the empty box. Go into the trash can.
Then he took the walkie-talkie and called out loudly, saying that the cost of replacing each car in a single year was as high as one million dollars. It would be a waste to call these puppies to waste.
At this time, the lights outside the stadium flashed, and the barriers that blocked passers-by slowly opened. Several ultra-thin blue and white F1 cars slowly drove into the track, and the vehicles in the field were forced to stop.
Several blue-and-white F1 cars drove into the arena without rush or slow but with incomparable aura, and then slowly stopped in front of Luo Quankun.
With an ugly expression, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and used the walkie-talkie to call the team members to prepare to leave the field, because the lane was handed over to the Yahoo team.
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Wei Sheng's destination is here, but it is not the stadium, but in front of the park of his house.
She was riding on Cui Xian's back, wrapped his arms around his neck and was carried into the community, grumbling and dissatisfied with the other party while she was asleep and made a private decision.
Cui Xian said with a faint smile, "You are drinking too much."
After that, he lowered his head and found that his shoelaces were open, so he squatted and carried Wei Sheng on his back. It happened that at this time a Mercedes-Benz car slowly entered the park from the rear. Cui Yongzhen in the car was turning the steering wheel to go around the flower bed. Yu Guang noticed the figure of a boy carrying a the side of the road, because the boy's figure was completely blocked by the girl, and the car lights only hit the two of them, but did not see clearly.
This scene still made her shook her head, saying that the young people nowadays are really much more open than they were back then. They hugged and hugged outside, but thinking about it this way, they have already pushed the car into the community.
Cui Xian didn't know that he and his mother entered the door back and forth. Almost after Fang Cui Yongzhen closed the door, he arrived on the third floor with Wei Sheng on his back, took the key and opened the door opposite.
Cui Yongzhen, who was changing his shoes, pricked his ears when he heard the sound of the door closing on the other side. He hesitated and shook his head and stepped into the room. At this moment, Li Zhengwen was already watching TV in the living room at home.
Wei Sheng almost kicked off his shoes indiscriminately after entering the door. Then Fang Cui Xian carried her to change shoes, walked all the way to the room, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows according to her instructions, and a breeze poured into the room.
Next door, Cui Yongzhen and her husband Li Zhengwen also enjoyed a rare leisure time. The latter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding her waist, and the two looked out the window while opening the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.
Although Wei Sheng and Cui Yongzhen's house are opposite doors, the windows face the same, and there is only a thick wall in between. If you stand on the balcony, you can stand shoulder to shoulder.
"Lao Li, when we have spent so many days and nights in Wancheng, when have we been so idle?" Cui Yongzhen leaned back into her husband's arms. It is hard to imagine that after nearly twenty years of marriage, the couple still have ordinary people. The imaginary love, which made her thank God for giving her the blessing of this wonderful marriage.
Li Zhengwen smiled slightly, looked at the starry sky outside the window and sighed, "Yes, how many years..."
And next door under the same starry sky, Wei Sheng is lying on Cui Xian's back at this moment, and the two are also looking out the window.
"When are you leaving?" Cui Xian asked her while looking sideways.
Wei Sheng leaned his head on his shoulder, "Why do you always expect me to go?"
He smiled, and gently pasted her with his face, "I just want to be mentally prepared."