The proud master of the female president

"Sister Liya, why don't we go in first?" He Ziying hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Yeah." Leah nodded.

Gah!
Suddenly, there was a sharp brake sound.

Next to the BMW X7, the streamlined fiery red sports car came to a sudden stop.

Countless eyes focused.

There is no doubt that the attention of the McLaren 720S far exceeds that of the BMW X7!

"Xingyue."

Lin Yu opened the car door, walked in front of Han Xingyue with a smile, and handed over the car key: "The car has been tuned up, and it is specially sent to you. Then...the temporary scooter, I will drive away later?"

Han Xingyue's eyes froze obviously.

Why is Brother Lin here?

She is a smart girl, and she quickly understood: Brother Lin happened to pass by and saw Liya making fun of her in public, so... the so-called sending a car over was to save face for herself.

"Brother Lin, thank you." She couldn't live up to Brother Lin's kindness, and hurriedly acted according to his wishes.

but……

Liya was taken aback at first, but she immediately noticed that Han Xingyue's expression was frozen just now.

What does this indicate?
"Yo!"

She was angry, and glanced at Lin Yu: "Xingyue, are you looking for helpers specially, come over to support the table at any time? That's fine! Everyone knows well, is this car borrowed or rented? Young man... die I want to save face and suffer!"

Of course she didn't believe that this McLaren belonged to Han Xingyue.

First, she knew about Han Xingyue's family situation.

Second come.

If this is really her car, why did he look so strange when he heard what that kid said?
"Xingyue."

Lin Yu smiled and pointed to the BMW X7: "Whose broken car is in the way here?"

puff!
Han Xingyue almost laughed out loud.

Liya's face was instantly ashen.

"If you want to pretend to be a rich second generation in front of me, you can't support Han Xingyue? I don't even look at your body. It doesn't cost more than 500 yuan from head to toe!"

She really guessed it right!
Lin Yu's body only adds up to two or three hundred yuan.

Dressing cheaply and driving a multi-million dollar sports car, it's obvious... wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince!

"I didn't pretend to be a rich second generation."

Lin Yu looked very hurt, and said nana: "I have no money. This car belongs to Xingyue, and I just sent it for her."

"Hahaha..." Liya leaned forward and backward with a smile.

If Han Xingyue finds someone and pretends to be a rich second generation to show himself, it will be more convincing.

Rather...

This kid said that the supercar belongs to Han Xingyue?
Will Li Ya not know what's going on in her family?
Gah!
Suddenly, Liya, who was laughing loudly, stopped laughing without warning.

Lin Yu came from the cab of the supercar, holding a vehicle license, dangling in front of her eyes.

number plate……

everyone...

Brand model number……

The information on the driving license is enough to prove the affiliation between this McLaren 720S and Han Xingyue!

So Liya couldn't laugh anymore.

"Is it funny?" Lin Yu looked at her suspiciously.

Correct!
His expression is doubt!

I wonder where she has the courage to mock Han Xingyue.

Wondering what she was laughing at.

Confuse……

Is she out of her mind?
When Lin Yu showed such an extremely puzzled expression, Liya wished to kill him-this expression was not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
The other girls were all stunned.

Supercar!

They all heard that Han Xingyue's family was not very good, and she had just terminated her contract with the company, so where did she get the money to buy a supercar?

The problem is, the driver's license is right in front of them, so there's no room for them not to believe it!
"That... Sister Liya, Xingyue, let's go in first." He Ziying hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Zi Ying, I'm not feeling well, next time..." Han Xingyue was about to leave, and she had no interest in meeting tonight.

"You are Miss He?"

With a thought, Lin Yu walked up to He Ziying, looking very excited: "Xingyue has always said that you are her best friend! Xingyue, after finally meeting a friend, you can't just leave, right?"

Han Xingyue didn't recover for a moment.

Everyone can see that he doesn't want to stay any longer. Brother Lin is not only smart, but also takes good care of himself. How could...

suddenly!

She found Lin Yu secretly winking at herself.

What does that look mean?
She doesn't know.

But she knew that Brother Lin must have a special purpose for letting her stay.

Soon, a group of people walked into the private room that He Ziying had booked in advance.

Seven people, six women.

Liya pulled her face the whole time.

She was ordered to come here with some special purpose, but she didn't expect... She had no choice but to find that the plan was difficult to implement.

To humiliate Lin Xingyue?
With that McLaren alone, there is no confidence to be humiliated.

"Come on! Let's sing?" He Ziying suggested with a smile.

"Do you still think you don't sing enough?"

After saying this, Li Ya seemed to think of something, and deliberately glanced at Han Xingyue: "How boring is singing? Why don't you have a small competition—Xingyue, I heard that among this group of trainees, you are the one with the best foundation—" Come! Let's compare."

"I..." Han Xingyue was about to decline.

"Xingyue has just recovered from a serious illness, and her health is too weak and her breath is weak, so she is not suitable for singing."

Lin Yu immediately took up the quarrel, and then suddenly said something that made people stunned: "How about... let's compare? The loser drinks."

While talking, he filled an empty red wine glass with a bottle of foreign wine he had just opened.

that cup...

At least half a catty!
"Who are you?!"

Liya was furious, stared at him and scolded: "What qualifications do you have to compare with me?!"

"Don't dare to compare? Forget it." Lin Yu pouted.

Don't dare?

Liya was going crazy.

Originally, she came to humiliate Han Xingyue, but she shot herself in the foot with a rock and threw her face at her grandma's house. People... but this kid!

This bastard actually took the initiative to provoke himself again!

"Xingyue, isn't your friend too arrogant?"

"That's right! Competing with Sister Liya in singing, isn't it self-defeating?"

Except for He Ziying who remained silent, the other three young girls all took the opportunity to mock.

Obviously, as trainees, their status in the company is far lower than that of Liya, and they can choose sides when necessary. If they can curry favor with Liya, it will definitely be of great benefit.

"Brother Lin..." Han Xingyue was anxious.

She knew that Lin Yu was helping herself everywhere, so she absolutely couldn't bear to see Brother Lin lose face because of herself.

"No confidence in me?" Lin Yu asked with a smile.

Gah!
Han Xingyue was stunned.

cure!

fight!

play piano!
It was as if... there was nothing he couldn't do in this world.

So, her eyes became firmer, and she nodded vigorously: "Brother Lin, you will definitely win!"

"You come first?" Lin Yu handed the microphone to Liya.

"Humph!"

Liya gave him a cold look and picked up another microphone: "Zi Ying, help me choose a song."

It seemed that even the microphone that Lin Yu had taken was full of viruses in her eyes.

When the melodious singing sounded, Lin Yu smiled.

She sang very well.

After all, she is highly praised by a performing arts company, and she has debuted for two or three years. Although Liya is not even a second-tier singer in the Chinese music scene, she can still be considered a fourth-tier or fifth-tier singer, right?
In short, since he can reach this level, he must still have strength.

only……

The so-called pretty good, it's just - not bad.

"Stop singing." Lin Yu frowned.