After handling some follow-up work in Hong Kong, Wei Kun led his subordinates to fly back. He thought that he couldn't be a black-hearted entrepreneur, but he still thoughtfully helped his subordinates buy a super economy class from Hong Kong to Zhengzhou, which won the applause of his subordinates, and as the boss, he took a flight from Hong Kong to Beijing.

Before the plane took off, Wei Kun always felt that he seemed to have something to do, not only that, but the freshly washed pants always felt a little awkward, and his hand touched a foreign object in his pocket, and when he took it out, he found that it was a paper towel, but after some ravages of the washing machine, it was crumpled into a ball, and he couldn't distinguish the handwriting on it.

Seeing this paper ball, he realized what he had missed, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Fang Yue, who was sitting next to him, sighed lightly when he saw Wei Kun, turned his head to look at him with concern, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Wei Kun shook his head and quietly threw the paper ball in his hand into the garbage bag on the side.

Because it was a seven o'clock plane in the morning, both of them got up very early, and after the plane took off, they slept lightly for a while, and woke up under the reminder of the flight attendant.

Out of the terminal of Beijing Capital Airport, the two came to the nearby parking lot, and at a glance they saw the orange-red MINI that Fang Yue bought some time ago, with a small body and a bright color, it is indeed the best choice for girls who can't stop in.

"You can open it, I'll sleep a little longer. Wei Kun put his luggage in the car and sat straight to the co-pilot's seat, not that he couldn't drive, but now that he didn't get his driver's license, it was always a troublesome thing to be found.

"Okay. Fang Yue was eager to try, she had been driving out by herself before, and this was the first time that someone was willing to take the co-pilot of her own car.

Looking at Fang Yue's eager expression, Wei Kun was entangled in his heart whether to grab the steering wheel, after all, this is a matter of his own safety, and his wish to sleep all over the provinces and cities has not been realized, how can he just hang up? For the sake of safety, Wei Kun decided to ask more.

"How long have you been getting your driver's license?"

"It's been more than half a year, don't worry, I often drive this car out. Fang Yue closed the door, sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt at the same time.

"No, I'll open it. Wei Kun said as he planned to unbuckle his seat belt, he risked being found by the traffic police to drive without a license, and still wanted to snatch the steering wheel from Fang Yue's hand, but it was unsuccessful, because she had already driven up the mountain as the self-proclaimed 'old driver'.

He also knew the road conditions in Beijing, just in time for the extension of the rush hour on Monday, and it was estimated that it would take more time to drive back from the airport.

As a veteran driver, Wei Kun knows that it is best for people sitting in the co-pilot seat not to judge the driver's character, especially to the female driver, the male driver of the co-pilot keeps commanding, making the female driver more busy and distracted. In fact, in this case, the male driver is honest and a quiet beautiful man, always commenting and summarizing the words "you can't drive" who is not happy to listen to it, and too many opinions on the way will also distract the driver and be prone to accidents.

That being said, everyone knows the truth, but when it comes to this point, Wei Kun sometimes really can't help it, fortunately, Fang Yue's technique is okay, and the role of Wei Kun along the way is to live the map, where to turn, whether to turn left or right at the T-junction below, Wei Kun is all men Qing'er.

Just drove all the way, all the way without incident, turned along the traffic of Chang'an Avenue to Nanheyan Street, and immediately arrived home, leaving a short 300 meters less than the end of the accident.

"Hit the brakes!"

Seeing that the tail lights in front of him lit up, Wei Kun, the co-pilot, immediately shouted, but he was still a step too late, although Fang Yue had stepped on the brakes tightly, but finally crashed into it, fortunately, both of them were wearing seat belts, and both of them felt a little stunned under the impact of the collision, and under the feeling of discomfort, they sat quietly for a while to get better.

Got into a car accident!

The surrounding onlookers saw the lively genes boiling again, and then fixed their eyes to take a look, oh, the car logo in front of it fluttered with a big winged 'B', obediently rear-ended the luxury car, this is over. Although the onlookers do not know the specific price of the luxury car in front of them, they can still judge one or two by the car logo, and then look at its long hood, short front overhang, and the protruding muscle lines on the upper part of the rear wheel.

At the scene of the accident, Bentley's rear bumper cracked, and the trunk was seriously deformed, which was still the case when Fang Yue desperately stepped on the brakes, otherwise it was estimated to be even more tragic.

It is located on Chang'an Avenue, there are countless wealthy business executives, and naturally luxury cars can be seen everywhere, but the car accident of rear-end luxury cars is really not something that can be seen under ordinary circumstances, and there are more and more onlookers.

Wei Kun got out of the car and took a look at the scene of the accident, and he knew a lot in his heart, and stood on the side of the road waiting for the Bentley to come.

"Isn't your girlfriend coming down, young man?" asked the old man curiously.

"No need to come down, I'll take care of it. Wei Kun replied.

The first time she experienced a car accident, Fang Yue was somewhat frightened, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong with her, and after seeing Wei Kun get out of the car, she also hurriedly followed, standing beside him and bowing her head silently, with a wrong expression.

The owner of the Bentley Mulsanne also got out of the car at this time, a middle-aged man about forty years old, looked at the car that caused the accident, and saw Wei Kun and Fang Yue on the side, his face was a little not good-looking, and then he looked at a lot of photos and photos around, and the already bad mood was even worse, and he estimated that this car accident would make headlines at night, and as a victim, he had to be scolded by netizens for being rich and unkind, who could stand it?

Seeing that the owner of the car had come down, Wei Kun stepped forward and asked, "Are you the owner of the Bentley?"

"Yes. The attitude of the owner of the Bentley was a little unfriendly, and he looked at the young man in front of him and said that he was unlucky.

"I am the owner of the Xiagong Mansion in front of me, and this is my business card. Saying that, Wei Kun handed out his business card, "The accident is very clear, my girlfriend didn't pay attention, our full responsibility, the new car has just been licensed, and the insurance has not yet taken effect, you see how much the follow-up maintenance fee is, we will pay it." ”

Hearing Wei Kun's words, the Bentley owner in front of him looked much better, and then looked at the business card 'Liujiu Technology' handed by Wei Kun, although he had never heard of this company, but he was also the owner of the Xia Gong Mansion, so he naturally knew that the house here was not something that ordinary people could afford, and when he looked at Wei Kun again, his face was a lot friendlier, "I am also the owner there, why have I never seen you?"

"The company's projects are mainly in Zhengzhou, so I don't often come to live here after buying them. Wei Kun replied simply.

Because the rear-end collision had caused congestion on Nanyanhe Street, the two did not continue to chat, left each other's contact information, and drove away. The surrounding onlookers thought that they would see a scolding war to shirk responsibility, and the title helped Wei Kun think about it, so it was called 'Rear-end luxury car pays sky-high prices, and the car accident forces you to go bankrupt', but they didn't expect the accident to be solved so easily, and they all shouted "boring" and scattered away.

The owner of the Bentley watched Wei Kun drive the MINI into the Xiagong Mansion from behind, and drove in after him. Everyone is a community, look up and don't see the neighbors who look down, the rear-end thing is naturally solved, the owner of the Bentley called his friends who opened the repair shop, and the maintenance cost was also discounted, more than 350,000 yuan, and by the way, he also helped to repair the MINI.

"How much is your bank account number, I'll write it down and turn it back to you." Wei Kun took out his phone.

"There's no rush. ”

"There's still a little bit of money. ”

After learning that Wei Kun bought a 590-square-meter four-bedroom here, the Bentley owner's eyes changed when he looked at Wei Kun, he was engaged in manufacturing, although he couldn't get along with high-tech, but the relationship between people was like this, plus living in a community, the relationship should be closer, otherwise he would not let his friends in the repair shop discount.

The two exchanged business cards before leaving, and on the way back, Fang Yue followed closely by Wei Kun's side without saying a word, and bowed his head deeply.

"Why don't you speak?" Wei Kun asked, pausing to look at her.

"I'll ...... in the future" Halfway through the words, Fang Yue remembered where he still had any savings, this collision came out of more than 300,000 yuan, and the little money he saved had already been sent home, and the card on his body was also given to him by Wei Kun, and the money in it was not his own.

"You punish me!" Fang Yue said with a pursed mouth and resignation.

"Didn't you send me WeChat last time that you just bought a few sets of erotic underwear? ”

"Good. Although he was a little shy in his heart, Fang Yue nodded seriously.

Following behind Wei Kun, she had already begun to choose the underwear she was going to wear tonight in her mind, "Is it the one with the rope belt, or the lace trim set, or the one that opened the stall?" Thinking in her heart, Fang Yue's face became redder and redder.