Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

After Lin still hung up the phone, the company staff shouted loudly.

"Director Lin, let's go and have a drink together."

Lin still responded and hurriedly picked up his jacket and walked out of the office.

"I'm going to take Director Lin's car."

Song Yue directly took Lin Yiran's arm and said with a smile.

Lin still naturally would not refuse.

"Director Lin, can I take your car?"

A well-mannered young man said with a smile. Lin still stared at him for a moment, still thinking about who he was.

The young man smiled, "It seems that Director Lin doesn't remember me?"

Lin still touched his head awkwardly.

Song Yue next to her was cheerful and carefree, "Zhao Yang, you're kidding me. Director Lin sees so many people every day, so how could he remember you?"

Lin still said sorry.

The man named Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows and stared at Lin Yiran unabashedly.

"It doesn't matter, just talk a few more words and you'll be familiar. You say so, Director Lin?"

Lin still didn't like his aggressive gaze, avoided his face and didn't answer.

"Okay, let's go."

Lin still held his coat and instructed Song Yue, "You guys wait for me here first, and I'll pick up the car."

Song Yue nodded cheerfully.

Zhao Yang grabbed his trouser pocket with one hand, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, and smoked stubbornly.

After a while, Lin still parked the car on the side of the road.

"Director, I'm going to sit in the co-pilot."

Song Yue is a fresh graduate from college, and she is usually cheerful, but Lin still likes her quite a bit.

"OK."

Everyone else got into the car.

Except for publicity.

"Did you all get in the car?"

Lin still turned his head to look inside the car.

"Nope."

Song Yue turned back and pointed out the window.

"Zhang Yang is still outside."

Lin was still puzzled and got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin still saw Zhang Yang rubbing his hands together, looking at his car excitedly. From time to time, I touched it with my hands, and there was a greedy light in my eyes.

Lin still frowned in displeasure.

"Are you still going?"

Seeing Lin still, Zhang Yang completely lost the restraint he had just now, and nodded diligently.

Getting in the car, Zhang Yang was still looking at the decorations in the car, touching it casually, and his tone was sour.

"I didn't expect Director Lin to be so rich, the car is not cheap at first glance."

Lin still ignored him.

"That's right, Director Lin achieved all of this through his own efforts little by little."

Song Yue looked at Lin Yan with admiration.

"Director, will I be as good as you in the future?"

Lin still twitched the corners of his mouth, "Of course."

Cen Yue directly poked Song Yue's head, and said jokingly, "When you don't indulge in snacks, then you will definitely post it."

Song Yue directly hugged the potato chips in her arms, "Then I'll do it."

There was laughter in the car.

Wei Du boasted and smiled awkwardly.

"Should we go to Yipinju, the roast goose there is still good."

Lin was still driving, looking at everyone through the front-view mirror.

Song Yue nodded excitedly, "Okay, okay."

Everyone has no opinion and agrees.

Only publicity, yin and yang strange.

"Is that place expensive?"

Lin still looked at his watch and reluctantly responded.

"It's good for everyone to have fun."

Zhang Yang noticed that Lin still's tone was not right, and hurriedly smiled: "Yes, yes, you are right."

Lin still felt that his good temper was really going to be worn away, so he shook his head and concentrated on driving.

After a while, he arrived at Yipinju.

Lin still handed the key to the parking clerk and led a large group of people into Yipinju.

The waiter led them to 306.

After entering, Lin still sat casually.

Unfortunately, just when Song Yue was about to sit beside her, Zhang Yang pushed Song Yue aside and sat on Lin Yin's left.

"Hey, Zhang Yang, why are you like this?"

Song Yue gave Zhang Yang a dissatisfied look.

Zhang Yang waved his hand, "What's this, doesn't this have a seat?"

Lin still pointed to the chair on the right and comforted Song Yue: "You come and sit here."

The menu is up.

Lin still just wanted to push it to Song Yue, but Zhang Yang cut him off unexpectedly.

"Director Lin, I'll order first, isn't it too much?"