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Chapter 539 Racing

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    Lin Yiran got into a sports car as soon as he came out of the Lin Group, and he was still sitting in the passenger seat.

    Many employees who had just left the company were looking over there quietly. The person sitting in the driver's seat seemed to be a man, with a smooth side face, a high and charming nose, and a noble and elegant look all over his body.

    That is the legendary Mr. Bo, right?  Knowing that Lin was still trapped in the company, he came here specifically to pick him up?

    "Mr. Lin is so lucky, isn't he? He has a handsome and rich boyfriend, but he is so dedicated to her!"

    The employees were discussing in low voices and looking back from time to time.

    "The premise is that Mr. Lin has taken the position of president at such a young age. Can you do it for you?"

    "It's too sweet, it's too sweet. No wonder Mr. Lin was so calm and composed just now. With such a strong backer, who can panic?"

    "I think I came over to take a look. These two people are so good-looking. I feel so sad."

    They passed by the sports car and chatted all the way to their own car. These words also reached Yang Ying'ao's ears. His car was parked not far from Lin's. His hat was pressed very low, his hands were on the steering wheel, and his whole figure looked like  He was frozen and didn't move for a long time.

    Bo Chenhe came to pick up Lin Yiran?

    A trace of disappointment seemed to flash across the handsome face under the hat. Yang Yingao twitched the corner of his mouth as if he was mocking himself. He had already postponed the magazine interview time to come to Lin to pick up the person. Unexpectedly, Bo Chenhe was still one step ahead of him.

    When Lin Yiran came out of Lin's, he saw the car and there was a smile on his face.

    They must be very loving, right?  No matter how many rumors there are on the Internet, these two people never care and just live their lives at their own pace.

    Yang Yingao clenched her fingers tightly, and her fingertips turned white from the pressure. The unbearable steering wheel suddenly sank down, and the horn suddenly rang¡ª¡ª

    "Who is it?"

    The employees who were preparing to drive next to them looked dissatisfied and muttered at the same time, "Why are you urging me at the parking place? You are so incompetent?"

    They came over to see who it was. Yang Yingao glanced over lightly, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out of the parking lot.

    "Forget you to run fast!"

    Lin¡¯s employee spoke angrily behind his car. Yang Yingao glanced behind him from the outside mirror. Bo Chenhe¡¯s car hadn¡¯t driven away yet. What were they talking about in the car?

    Or, kissing?

    Thinking of this possibility, Yang Yingao's eyes became even darker.

    At this time, Lin was still looking at Bo Chenhe in his car.

    She wants to help Bo?

    Bo Chenhe raised his eyes and glanced at the wet door of Lin Group, half-smiling but not smiling, "Take care of your own affairs first."

    The mastermind behind it was so arrogant that they bribed reporters to come and block the door. Is she still thinking about the modest impact on the Bo family?

    Lin Yiran¡¯s question seemed to be meaningless, but it unexpectedly pleased Bo Chenhe. When he drove away, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and his previously alienated eyebrows became much gentler.

    "I will resolve this matter as soon as possible." Lin Yiran was sitting in the passenger seat with a heavy expression, almost murmuring, "If this continues, Chu Chu's reputation may not be restored."

    After all, are you worried about that contestant?

    The smile on Bo Chenhe's face cooled, and he glanced at Lin Yiran with unknown meaning, but Lin Yiran seemed not to notice, thinking deeply about how to find evidence along the way.

    No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly turned cold. There was no emotion on Bo Chenhe's face. He just stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car immediately rushed out like an arrow.

    "ah!"

    Lin Yiran was so frightened that he screamed, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he subconsciously grabbed the ring on the side of the car, "Why are you driving so fast all of a sudden!"

    "This is the normal speed of a sports car." Bo Chenhe slowed down slightly and replied to her.

    "But we are driving to the city, so we have to slow down!" Lin Yiran's eyes widened. She wanted to press Bo Chenhe's hand to ask him to slow down, but she was afraid of a car accident, so she could only say aggrievedly, "Which  Someone drives like you!¡±

    Bo Chenhe was silent, but when listening to her, he slowed down slightly due to distraction. Lin still saw this and quickly followed the words, "There are many people in City A who know your license plate number. You are racing in the city now.  It will be trending the next day! In this sensitive period, can¡¯t you pay attention to the impact!¡±

    "What impact should we pay attention to?" Bo Chenhe said casually, "If drag racing becomes a hot search, wouldn't no one care about Lin's plagiarism incident?"

      "I don't need you to help me divert my attention!" Lin Yiran was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. "There are people behind this matter! I don't respond because there is no evidence. Wait until I find it."  evidence¡­¡­"

    etc.  Lin Yiran suddenly stopped talking, why was she obsessed with finding evidence? With Zhao Wei secretly at work, the evidence might have been destroyed long ago, right?

    But the deadline for the preliminary round is approaching, and which works can enter the semi-finals must be selected as soon as possible.  And the format of the rematch requires everyone to gather in the Lin Group

    "I thought of a way." Lin Yiran had an idea.

    If she changes the competition system now and lets all contestants design in front of her, plagiarism will no longer happen, right?  By then, won't it be clear at a glance whether Lidya Su has the skills?

    Thinking that these troublesome things could be solved immediately, Lin was still very excited. He took out his iPad and started writing the plan in the car without raising his head the whole time.

    The car stopped at a traffic light intersection. Bo Chenhe glanced at Lin Yiran, who was immersed in work, and spoke in an unclear tone, "What can you think of?"

    He originally wanted Lin Yiran to focus on him, but who knew he would be easily attracted to work again?

    "You will know later." Lin Yiran replied simply, full of perfunctory meaning. She lowered her head, her long hair was spread out, and Bo Chenhe couldn't even see her expression.

    After all, he called the water truck for her. Is this her way of expressing her gratitude?

    Bo Chenhe laughed angrily and pursed his lips. Just as the light on the opposite side turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and the sports car passed directly through the traffic. However, Lin Yiran was not affected at all this time and only quietly tightened the seat belt a little more.  .

    When the car drove to the villa, Bo Chenhe's face was already ugly.

    The housekeepers and servants lined up at the door to greet them. It was rare to see the young master and his wife coming back in a car, and they all couldn't help but quietly raised their heads to observe.  Is the Cold War finally over?  Are these two going to be sweet again?

    However, the car was parked, and Bo Chenhe had a gloomy expression when he got out of the car. Lin Yiran didn't even look at him. He got out of the car and hurried toward the study room upstairs with his iPad in his arms.

    "Lin Yiran."

    Bo Chenhe finally couldn't help shouting. Lin Yiran paused and turned around to see Bo Chenhe walking towards him, one hand in his pocket, his steps elegant, but his expression vaguely revealed the smell of gnashing teeth.

    Is it an illusion?  Is he angry?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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