Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Lin Chen subconsciously rushed up to help her.

"Are you okay?"

Lin Chen asked.

Su Mo shook her head with tears in her eyes, and her lips turned pale with pain.

"Foot, Wei has arrived."

Su Mo whispered.

Lin Chen quickly squatted down to help her check the injury and found that her ankle was swollen.

He immediately reported to the instructor and took her to the infirmary.

On the way, Su Mo looked up at Lin Chen's resolute chin, his heart thumped, and couldn't calm down.

After coming out of the infirmary, Lin Chen sent her directly to the bottom of the dormitory.

"Can you go up by yourself?"

Lin Chen asked.

Su Mo nodded:

"I can."

She paused and continued:

"Thank you, Lin Chen."

Lin Chen smiled:

"Blame me, if I didn't chase you, you wouldn't fall."

When Lin Chen said this, Su Mo became a little anxious, and said quickly:

"do not blame you!"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

Why is she reacting so much?

After recovering, Su Mo also felt that she was too extreme, and quickly explained:

"Don't blame you, I'm not careful..."

"Oh, I'm going back!"

Abandoning these words, she limped and fled into the dormitory building.

After finally reaching the second floor, she leaned on the window and looked downstairs, only to find that Lin Chen's figure was missing, and a faint sense of loss suddenly filled her heart.

…

Ten days of military training time passed quickly.

All the boys in the class, except Lin Chen, had been tanned for several degrees.

Lin Chen, who was exercising on the treadmill in the villa gym, suddenly stopped.

[Beep! Congratulations to the host for triggering the plot task: invite Song Qingwan to eat, and reward 30 shares of Jiacheng Company! 】

Sitting on the bench, Lin Chen almost forgot that he still owed Song Qingwan a meal.

After all, it was because of her sunscreen that she avoided the fate of becoming a coal.

He took out his cell phone and sent a prestigious message to Song Qingwan.

Lin Chen: Sister, when are you free? I still owe you a meal.

Song Qingwan replied almost in seconds: tomorrow noon, how about it?

Lin Chen: Yes.

He will have no class tomorrow.

…

The next day, downstairs in the girls' bedroom, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked.

People passing by were all amazed.

"This car is too cool? It looks like it's expensive!"

"This is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, nearly tens of millions!"

"Niu Beep! Is this a rich young master waiting for his girlfriend?"

…

Lin Chen, who was in the driving seat, sent a voice message to Song Qingwan, asking her when to get down.

As soon as the news was sent, Song Qingwan was seen coming downstairs.

Today's Song Qingwan seems to have been specially dressed. She wore a one-shoulder white dress with her hair tied into a ball head, and her dragon's beard and bangs were hanging down her cheeks, making her face even smaller.

As soon as she came downstairs, Song Qingwan saw the eye-catching Rolls-Royce Phantom and walked over here directly.

The people around were stunned.

"What's the situation? It turns out that this car was waiting for Colonel Song to spend it?"

"Isn't Song Colonel Hua not falling in love? Was it taken down by the second generation of Rolls-Royce Phantom Rich?"

"Sure enough, it's fake not to fall in love!"

…

Lin Chen got out of the car and opened the door on the other side for her.

Song Qingwan wanted to say something and stopped, and finally got into the co-pilot obediently.

This is her favorite car, I really want to try it out!

Watching Song Qingwan look at his driving seat from time to time, Lin Chen asked:

"Senior sister, do you want to try it?"

Song Qingwan's eyes lit up:

"is it okay?"

Lin Chen nodded, got out of the car and changed positions with her.

Song Qingwan, who was sitting in the driving seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, was very excited. He kicked the accelerator and the sound of the v12 engine burst. Song Qingwan's face blushed with excitement.

Lin Chen leaned back on the seat lazily, jokingly:

"Unexpectedly, the elder sister is still an old driver."