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Chapter 681

Pei Yucheng's birthday was really thrilling...

It left Lin Yan with a deep memory and ruined his entire family.

Lin Yan had spent most of the money she had saved in her card during this period, and she was so distressed that she couldn't sleep well for several nights.

this day.

Lin Yan was leaning on the sofa as usual, scrolling through the messages on his phone with his fingers sliding.

The little orange cat Gong Xi Fa Cai has now completely adapted to the new environment and is currently taking a nap comfortably next to Lin Yan's legs.

Since the last ranking competition ended, the comments about her on the Internet seem to have been slightly different, and Lin Yan was even a little uncomfortable with it for a while.

In the past, among the 10,000 comments from netizens scolding her, perhaps one or two people would stand out and say a few words for her, and one of them would be her own personal attack.

Now, among the 10,000 comments criticizing her, there are at least a hundred who speak for Lin Yan.

Not long ago, Lin Shuya posted a Weibo post, the content of which was to celebrate the success of her grandfather’s Hejia Racing Team in the qualifying competition.

It's because I'm so handsome that I owe countless romantic debts: "Shuya, I watched the live broadcast of the Hejia Racing Team race. Your conscienceless white-eyed wolf sister must have negotiated with other teams to fake the race, otherwise a

How can a junior racing team win against a first-tier racing team?"

Sister is so beautiful, she makes you look like a ghost: "Shuya Shuya~ Hurry up and find a way to drive Lin Yan out of the Hejia Racing Team. The Hejia Racing Team should be designated as a high-end racing team. Shuya, you must take over the Hejia Racing Team."

, otherwise Lin Yan will definitely make trouble, and only Shuya is qualified to take over the He family’s motorcade~"

You are Feng'er and I am a fool: "Damn it, those people upstairs want to be shameless. The He family team would have been eliminated long ago without Lin Yan. It is still a high-level team. It has some independent thinking and some sense, okay?"

I am toilet paper in the toilet: "So what? Without Lin Yan, Shuya can make the Hejia Racing Team become a high-level racing team. Isn't it a matter of time? What qualifications does Lin Yan have to stay in a high-level racing team like the Hejia Racing Team?

in the team.

When it comes to character, we Shuya will be outperformed by us in an instant. When it comes to acting skills, we will be outperformed in seconds. When it comes to racing skills, we will be outperformed in seconds."

Pampering you is worse than pampering a dog: "Oh, everyone knows what kind of character Lin Yan is. Needless to say, he even wants to snatch the role that his own sister fought for. The role of Yeva should belong to Shuya. Lin Yan Cigarettes, do they match?"



Lin Yan looked at the comments at the bottom of Lin Shuya's Weibo with relish. Lin Yan had long been accustomed to these insults.

Just as I was about to continue browsing, my phone rang. It was Pei Yutang.

"Hey, Dad, something big has happened, something big has happened!"

On the other end of the phone, Pei Yutang said hurriedly.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yan frowned slightly, "What's the big deal? What happened to you? Where are you now?"

"Oh, I'm at home." Pei Yutang said.

Lin Yan: "..."

"Call me at home? Can't you come over and tell me?" Lin Yan was a little helpless.

"Oh, it's not important. Dad, do you know that the trumpet of Lang Mang was the one that was criticized so much... that he was fake? Lang Mang has been scolded so miserably recently!" Pei Yutang said.

Lin Yan thought for a while, and she had some impression of this, but it was not a fake Lang Mang, it was really a trumpet of Lang Mang.

"Dad, he is not fake, he is real!" Pei Yutang said.

"How do you know?" Lin Yan was a little curious.

Only a few familiar people know about Lang Mang's trumpet.

"Of course I know!" Pei Yutang's voice was firm, "Lang Mang's certified trumpet was scolded, and the words were more intense. He severely slapped those who criticized his trumpet, and also let himself chat with Yeva.
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