Chen Qianxun had poor sleep quality and had a night of dreams.

The sound of the wind roars in the dream, the rain drizzles, the man's soft voices are hard to hear clearly...

When I woke up the next day, my head was so painful that the man who had a crush on her was in dissipation in her dream.

Let’s look at the time again, 8:50.

Chen Qianxun rubbed his eyebrows, got up and walked into the bathroom. He was dressed up and it was already nine o'clock.

The raw beauty is full of collagen, and the red lips are lightly rouge, and it does not put on makeup more than makeup.

She likes cheongsams, which are all year round and the seasons are not set.

In the parking lot downstairs, I met the female neighbor last night. She felt like she was reborn overnight, dancing with a bright look.

But the driving skills are not up to standard and the car cannot be turned out. It is almost impossible to scratch the Porsche, the car parked next to Chen Qianxun.

The woman raised her car window and poked her head out: "Good morning, Miss Chen."

Chen Qianxun nodded and walked over: "Rookie?"

"No, I've been driving for eight years."

Chen Qianxun couldn't help laughing. He was better than a student who was practicing subject 2 than a student who had been driving for eight years.

"You come down."

"Okay." The woman untied her seat belt and got out of the car and leaned to the side. She still stared at Chen Qianxun's convertible BMW. Through the falling window, she held the steering wheel in her slender and fair hands, and felt a lazy and abstinent sexy all over her body.

Chen Qianxun turned the steering wheel and finished it in one go. The rear of the car was swinging beautifully and drove out from the tricky parking position.

The woman swallowed, her heart pounding, as if Cupid had shot an arrow into her heart.

How come there is a woman who is so handsome in driving!

"You are so awesome, and you are so good."

I really want to be more sincere.

Shen Qianxun got out of her car, "I just worried that you would get into my car."

Woman: "..."Heart was broken, but this did not affect her mood when she began to worship her neighbors. "Ms. Chen, are you playing with a car?"

Even the veteran drivers were unable to do the tail swing that was reversed just now.

"Play." In the past, professional racing competitions are just a hobby now.

Chen Qianxun got out of her car and turned around to his beloved car, "Go ahead."

The woman waved: "By bye."

The black Porsche disappeared from the front of their eyes and turned out of the lane track of the basement, which was a bit unspeakable.

When a woman sat in a BMW, she looked endless aftertaste. She had a sudden idea and took out her mobile phone and opened the QQ browser to search: A famous domestic racer?

The result given by Baidu is Baidu Encyclopedia called Xunxun.

When the woman saw the photo, her eyes widened and clicked in. She looked down and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed, "Isn't this Miss Chen?"

Xun Xun, who was 15 years old, was already the youngest and famous female Formula Racing player in China at the age of 17, won many domestic and foreign racing awards. At the age of 18, he represented the Ferrari team in F1 and won the throne after 18 station races. He was also a racing player who chose to retire at his peak.

Why are you retiring?

After turning down, I applied for Columbia Architecture, USA after retiring.

So, is the neighbor Chen Qianxun now an architectural designer?

She is also a woman, but she feels inferior to herself.

Of course, people are not destined to be excellent at birth.

The better that person is, the more effort he puts in behind the scenes.

Her neighbor, Ms. Chen, drove a racing car at the age of 15. How big is her parents' heart? She is so young that she is exposed to such a dangerous industry.

However, my neighbors have almost a year and have never seen Chen Qianxun’s parents visit, and they have never been able to do it during the New Year and Festival.

I went to Fandu Studio and it was already half past nine.

Fandu, a newly-produced architectural design studio in China, is one of the partners.

"Chihiro, why did you come?"

The woman who talks is Han Xingchu, the designer of the main interior design in the studio.

Chen Qianxun calmly said: "It's late."

That's really rare.

"There is a good thing or a bad thing, which one do you want to hear?"

"bad."

Han Xingchu was angry and said, "The bad thing is that we sent Japanese works to win the award, but the designer who nominated the New Designer Award was not you, but Chu Fan."

"The reason why he won the award is because his name appears in the column of the chief designer of the work. You should know that it was you, not him, Chu Fan."

Chen Qianxun raised his eyes and asked, "Is Chu Fan in the company?"

Korean Xingchu shook his head.

But when it comes to Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived.

The blinds in the office were pulled up. Through the glass window, Chu Fan was wearing a neatly cut silver suit. Next to him was Xiao Siyu, who was lying on others.

Xiao Siyu is a design assistant recruited three months ago.

I saw the two of them crossing each other and chatting and laughing with other employees in the office.

Han Xingchu saw the diamond ring on Xiao Siyu's hand, "Chu Fan actually proposed to you!"

"I remember that I was in the bar in the first half of the year, and Chu Fan confessed to you, Qianxun."

After Chen Qianxun rejected him, he died of drunkenness for several days.

Chen Qianxun was indifferent to Chu Fan and Xiao Siyu.

Han Xingchu: "Aren't you angry?"

"gas."

"..." I almost believed your evil.

Chen Qianxun was not angry, mostly disappointed. He was invited by Chu Fan to return to China to work with him. Putting aside his feelings, he was considered a revolutionary friendship at work.

Of course, even if Chu Fan doesn't invite her, she will return to China to work alone.

Unexpectedly, the two who had a good relationship had a disagreement in their work.

The door ticks ring.

Outside the door, "Qianxun, it's me, Chu Fan."

"Enter."

Chu Fan pushed the door open and came in.

Chen Qianxun turned his head and looked at Han Xingchu: "You go out first."

After Han Xing first went out, Chu Fan said, "Chianxun, have you heard of it?"

"Yeah, Xingchu said it."

Chu Fan: "I changed the name of the chief designer. I'm sorry, I haven't asked about your wishes."

Chen Qianxun couldn't help but laugh.

"Qianxun, I will compensate you." Chu Fan took out a card.

“I look short of money?”

Chu Fan softly said: "I don't mean that."

"It doesn't matter if I lose an award, but what you Chu Fan lost is a partner. I have shares in the studio. I just need to take only the part that belongs to me."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fan's face suddenly changed, "Qianxun, it's just a small award, are you going to break up with me?"

"People say that there are only zero or countless cheating times, and so are betrayals."

Chen Qianxun's legs overlapped, with a lazy attitude, "All you know each other for so many years, don't you know Chu Fan, who I, Chen Qianxun, are?"

Chu Fan clenched his fists and bit his teeth tightly. He knew that Chen Qianxun said one thing was two, and his decision never changed. He also knew that Chen Qianxun was a sentimental killer and no one could catch her eyes.

Chen Qianxun’s office chair was not even hot, so he picked up his bag and was about to leave.

Chu Fan's eyes were bloodshot and he reached out to grab Chen Qianxun.

Chen Qianxun raised his hand and waved it away.

A blood mark was scratched by nails on the back of the man's hand.

"Excuse me."

Courteous and sparse.
To be continued...