Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

After Uncle Ming left, Yan Hui sat in the office where his father used to stay in a daze, not knowing what to think about.

After a long time, Yan Hui suddenly moved.

She walked somewhere on the bookshelf, then reached into a hidden compartment and twisted the mechanism.

With the sound of the door shaft rolling, a small dark room appeared before her eyes.

This dark room was specially built by Yan Fu before his death, just to admire his treasures at any time.

Some things are really not easy to put in front of people, not because they are afraid to look at them, but because they are really easy to arouse people's greed, thus causing unnecessary troubles.

Therefore, in order to satisfy his desire to appreciate it at any time, and also for the sake of safety, Father Yan asked someone to design such a small darkroom.

"This is my little world, my little world." Father Yan once joked.

The man's voice and smile were still in front of his eyes and ears for an instant, Yan Hui took a deep breath and stepped into this familiar dark room.

The darkroom is not big, only about ten or so square meters. The walls were once filled with display racks, and the large and small grids were all collected by Yan Fu over the years.

But now, the place is empty, with no display shelves, not to mention a brimming collection.

The only thing left was the Tang Qingci gifted to her by Ling Yue yesterday.

As the only collection here today, Tang Celadon has the best treatment. It is placed in the middle and placed in a special glass cabinet. The soft lights at the four corners make it elegant and refined.

Looking at Tang Qingci, Yan Hui couldn't help but recall yesterday.

The reporters asked her to stand in front of Tang Qingci with Ling Yue to take a photo. She did not expect that Ling Yue would readily agree and cooperate very well.

Now, the newspaper with the photo of the two of them is lying on her desk!
And this is not the most unexpected thing——

The most unexpected thing happened after the photo was taken.

Ling Yue suddenly announced: "This piece of Tang celadon was originally a relic of Yan Hui's father, and now I got it for nothing, so I decided to return this piece of Tang celadon to its original owner."

"This piece of Tang celadon, I will present it to the young lady beside me."

Yan Hui still remembers her feelings at that time: she thought Ling Yue was crazy, she thought her ears had problems, she thought she was hallucinating...

She even thought that she was having an extremely realistic daydream...

It wasn't until Ling Yue took her hand and put her hand on Tang Qingci that Yan Hui realized that all of this was true.

Thinking about it, she must have been extremely confused at the time. Fortunately, the reporters didn't put her confused photos in the newspapers.

Why did Ling Yue give her this piece of Tang celadon?
She knew that Tang Qingci was obtained for nothing, but no matter what, it was worth tens of millions. How could he give it to her so easily?

She seemed to have an answer in her heart, but Yan Hui didn't even believe it.

She also asked Ling Yue, and Ling Yue only answered her with three words - "I am willing".

Well, it's hard to buy someone's willingness with a thousand dollars. If it was something else, Yan Hui would definitely not accept it. However, this piece of Tang celadon is a relic of his father.

She couldn't refuse.

This time, the favor owed is huge.Yan Hui smiled wryly, how much more help would she have to help to pay off this debt of favor!

Forget it, if you have too many debts, you don't have to worry about it, if you have too many lice, you don't feel itchy, so let's do it.

Anyway, what else could Ling Yue plot for her?
Picture her good-looking?Although Yan Hui is confident in her appearance, how can Ling Yue lack a beautiful woman to accompany her?

Figure her racing skills are good?That would be even more of a joke, Ling Yue has repeated orders not to allow her to race the car!

Thinking of this, Yan Hui couldn't help being amused by herself, the more she thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

However, the discovery of the racing car last time was uncovered so lightly, which is really unexpected.

Lift it up high and put it down gently.Yan Hui's heart couldn't help but become lively. Could it be that Ling Yue's attitude has loosened?
Yunyue Zhai is life, but racing is life, and it is the love in his bones.

While thinking, Yan Hui's cell phone rang suddenly, and the small dark room was filled with the sound of ringing.

It was another strange call, Yan Hui picked it up curiously, and a sweet female voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, is this Miss Yan Huiyan?"

"I'm."

"Miss Yan, we are an extremely fast logistics company. Here is one of your goods. When is it convenient for you so that we can deliver it."

Goods?When Yan Hui thought about it, she guessed what it was.

"It's convenient for me at any time, and I can deliver it now!" Yan Hui said excitedly, she really wanted to do whatever she wanted!

That afternoon, an extremely cool motorcycle was parked at the gate of the quaint Yunyue Zhai, reflecting the eyes of people in the sunlight.

Even if you don't know much about motorcycles, even if you have no interest in motorcycles, you will involuntarily look twice after seeing such a cool motorcycle.

Yan Hui looked at this big baby and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.She caressed every inch of the motorcycle lovingly, and the image of Master Jiu in her heart was already radiant.

At this moment, Yan Hui was willing to let her erect a monument to Xiao Jiuye.

Uncle Ming looked at Yan Hui with a doting and helpless smile in his eyes. He knew that Yan Hui loved nothing but racing cars.

For her, racing is a love that flows in her blood, and it is also an unchanging belief. Yan Hui, the most vivid and bright, has never appeared beside the motorcycle.

In the past, Uncle Ming would persuade her to put her mind on the "business", but now, he also looked away.

There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?
It's better to grasp the present and be happy every day is just one day.

"Xiao Liangzi, come here quickly, I'll show you something good today!" Yan Hui happily called Han Liang.

Han Liang's voice from the other end of the phone sounded like he had just woken up from a dream, full of sleepiness almost overflowing the screen.

"What?" he asked sleepily, and the muffled voice was unrecognizable.

Yan Hui detested him: "What time is it and you're still sleeping!"

Han Liang must have played too late yesterday and slept till now.Yan Hui didn't bother to complain about him, "Hurry up and get up, just slip over here!"

"Hey, what the hell are you..." Han Liang finally regained consciousness, and when he was about to ask again, Yan Hui had already hung up the phone.

He was helpless, Yan Hui had such a temperament, Han Liang could only rub his heavy head, and struggled to get up from the bed.

Forget it, I have nothing to do anyway, why don't we just go and see what Yan Hui said "good stuff" is!