Chapter 228, what do you like to do

After speaking, he asked Lin Yike for the flight information, and when Lin Yike sent the flight information, Yin Yiqian deliberately said: "By the way, I just don't go to work tomorrow, so I will pick you up!"

Lin Yike listened and nodded happily.

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Yike suddenly remembered what her brother said.

After struggling for a moment, he asked, "Ahem, maomao, tell me honestly, what is your last name, what is your family's favorite thing to do!"

Yin Yiqian thought that he had exposed himself, but when he looked carefully at Lin Yike's expression, he didn't look like that, so he answered honestly: "My surname is Yin, and my name is Yiqian. There are three people in my family, and I love you the most."

Lin Yike: ……………

Seeing Lin Yike shy, Yin Yiqian realized what vulgar words he said.

Quickly explain, "I mean my favorite thing to do is liking you!"

Lin Yike: "Okay, no need to explain."

While thinking to himself, Yin Yiqian is so stupid, how could he be that scheming person.

The two chatted wildly for a while before hanging up the phone.

But for some unknown coincidence, just as Yin Yiqian hung up the phone, Lin Yike received an unfamiliar number.

The caller was a boy who claimed to be the president's special assistant and was in charge of Lin Yike's accommodation in Beicheng.

Lin Yike was dumbfounded, "Well, do you know Yin Yiqian? Isn't he the assistant of President Ying?"

As Xiao Liu listened, his calves trembled a little.

The co-authors haven't articulated their random nonsense, so they can only hope that the president's wife can't recognize that their voice is the original "president".

But Yin Yiqian's identity was still not exposed, "You are talking about my colleague, I am another special assistant, you can call me Xiao Liu, I am calling this time to inform you about coming to Beicheng tomorrow."

Lin Yike let out a sigh, Mr. Ying's family has a big business, but he has no experience, and he is a little entangled, "Are you going to pick up the plane? If so, then no need, Yin Yiqian said he would come to pick me up .”

Listening to Lin Yike's mouthful and Yin Yiqian, Xiao Liu felt a chill down his back.

You can call the boss by name as you like, and the tone of the call is the same as calling a puppy, but the boss's woman is different.

"No, I'm here to inform you that in order to show that our Kangyuan Group attaches great importance to this "Hot Blood" co-organized with Yuanqi, Tomorrow Yin will specially go to pick you up at the airport, and there will be a press conference to interview, so Let me connect with you first!"

"Boss Ying is coming to pick you up?!" Lin Yike was a little confused, she had just agreed to Yin Yiqian, but President Ying was coming again, what should she do.

"Yes, Boss Yin." Xiao Liu carefully corrected, thinking to himself why the president's wife can't distinguish front and back nasal sounds, and why did he use the word 'also'.

"But Yin Yiqian..." Lin Yike muttered in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

To be honest, she still wanted Yin Yiqian to pick her up.

After all, she is familiar with Yin Yiqian, so facing those interviews like this, maybe she will not be so nervous.

If she were to be the president of Azalea, then she might not only have to be nervous about the interview, but also nervous about him!
Xiao Liu doesn't understand Lin Yike's entanglement, Mr. Yin is Yin Yiqian, and Yin Yiqian is Mr. Yin. This young couple is having fun, so don't make things difficult for them who spread the word?

So he said, "This is the superior's decision. You know, Mr. Yin has a lot of opportunities every day. It must be a great honor to pick you up. Besides, after this interview, you will become more famous, right?"

Xiao Liu's tone was a bit perfunctory, because he was thinking why these two are the same person, and it will be clear when you meet, why bother to argue back and forth here.

(End of this chapter)

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