When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Fu Sicheng knocked on the door almost on time. Just as Lu Yihan and Duan Ziyuan put the breakfast made by them on the table in the dining room, the doorbell rang.

Lin Xinran was wearing a white short-sleeved home suit and light pink home trousers, with white slippers on her feet. She ran briskly to the door, opened it, and threw herself into the arms of the person at the door: "You're here."

Fu Sicheng hugged her waist tightly, and his other hand was around her shoulders, wrapping her whole body in his arms. With a smile on his lips, he rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "Good morning."

"Morning."

Lin Xinran nudged her little head in his arms, an unintentional little movement that made his heart soften involuntarily, and he tightened his arms around her.

"Stop hugging at the door and come in to eat."

Duan Ziyuan glanced coldly at the two people hugging each other standing at the door and snorted.

Fu Sicheng picked her up, walked to the dining table and sat down, put her on his lap, blew on the soup on the table, and fed it to her.

The other three people looked at Lin Xinran straight.

Lin Xinran wanted to drink it without hesitation, but when she noticed their gazes, her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "How about...I do it myself?"

Fu Sicheng smiled with his lips curled, looking at her gently, but there was a hint of danger in the smile on the corner of his mouth. He slightly raised the hand holding the spoon, motioning her to drink it.

Lin Xinran licked his lips and drank it. The other three people sat in their chairs in silence and began to eat, but they would glance at them from time to time.

"Where are you going after dinner?"

Fu Sicheng asked casually while feeding her.

When the other three heard his question, they all looked up at Lin Xinran.

Lin Xinran was silent again: "Go to a car show."

Fu Sicheng still smiled: "What car show? Who are you with?"

The other three looked up again and looked directly at her.

Lin Xinran picked up the shrimp dumpling beside her, took a bite, and chewed with her cheeks puffed out, trying to avoid his question.

"Ok?"

Fu Sicheng lowered his head slightly and looked at her with gentle eyes. He poked her puffy cheek with his fingers and spoke in a low voice.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you talking to Chu Siye?"

Lin Xinran paused while chewing the shrimp dumplings, looked up at him, and wondered if this man was supervising her, or if he was a worm in her stomach, otherwise why would he understand her so well?

Lu Yihan narrowed his eyes and spoke first: "I'll go with you."

Duan Ziyuan also said: "I will go with you too. I am your bodyguard and I will definitely follow you."

Lin Xinran quickly swallowed the shrimp dumpling in her mouth and shook her head: "I can go alone, Chu Xi will go too."

The other four people looked at each other and insisted on going with her no matter what. Finally, Lin Xinran had no choice but to agree, but her condition was that only Duan Ziyuan could go with them.

After all, Duan Ziyuan is her bodyguard and driver, so it is normal for him to follow her. But the other three people are busy with work or dealing with various matters every day. Under such circumstances, their purpose is too obvious to follow her.

The auto show started at 4 pm at the largest and most luxurious car sales office in Kyoto. Everyone invited had purchased a car worth more than two million here. Some people did not receive an invitation because they had never purchased a car here.

People like Lin Xinran who have limited edition luxury cars can use the "car washing" method to participate in auto shows.

Lin Xinran wore a simple long-sleeved shirt with a light blue floral pattern, a white suspender casual vest underneath, a white pleated skirt, and a pair of beige sneakers of the same style. Her hair was casually tied up with a clip. This casual outfit made her look pure and lovely.

A pair of white and slender long legs were exposed, glowing with a faint white halo under the sunlight.

Duan Ziyuan was wearing a black sports casual outfit, black sports trousers with a black short-sleeved shirt, and black sneakers. He was tall and had well-developed muscular forearms exposed in his short-sleeved shirt. One could tell at a glance that he was very powerful.

The two of them came to the underground parking lot of Apartment No. 1, where a Lykan Hypersport sports car, limited to only seven units worldwide, was parked. The one she bought was dark red, glowing brightly under the cold white lights of the parking lot, and its high-end feel was visible to the naked eye.

Duan Ziyuan skillfully opened the passenger door, and Lin Xinran bent down and sat in. He leaned over to fasten her seat belt. Lin Xinran did not refuse and let him fasten her seat belt very comfortably.

After fastening his seat belt, Duan Ziyuan returned to the driver's seat, familiarized himself with the operation of the car, fastened his seat belt, and drove out of the underground parking lot.

The eyes of pedestrians on the road were unconsciously attracted by the red Lykan sports car, and many people took out their mobile phones to start taking pictures, either taking photos or videos.

There are quite a lot of cars on the road today, and most of them are priced over one million, or even worth tens of millions. A few cars are worth hundreds of millions, such as Lin Xinran's globally limited edition Lykan.

Chu Siye was about to go out and thought of Lin Xinran. He vaguely guessed that Lin Xinran might drive her Lykan Hypersport today. After all, one of the gimmicks of today's auto show is this series of Lykan, which is also the seventh and last Lykan series on sale in the world.

He couldn't help but feel itchy, so he picked up his phone and called Lin Xinran on WeChat.

Lin Xinran was sitting in the passenger seat looking at the scenery outside the car window when she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing. The caller was Chu Siye.

Her eyebrows jumped, and she hesitated for a moment. She didn't answer the call. She raised her eyes and glanced at Duan Ziyuan who was driving seriously. Seeing that he was still driving seriously, she felt relieved and replied to the message with her mobile phone:

What's the matter?

Chu Siye watched her hang up the phone, stunned for a moment, saw her message, a little confused, just guessed that she might not be able to answer the phone, so he typed a reply:

Do you need me to pick you up? Don't miss the driver who comes to your door.

Lin Xinran tilted her head slightly again, looked up at Duan Ziyuan, and replied to Chu Siye's message as she saw him driving seriously:

No, I have my own driver.

Chu Siye sighed in his heart with some regret. He had been thinking about driving the Lykan Hypersport if he had the chance today, but... it seemed that he and this car had no fate.

Duan Ziyuan was still driving seriously, but there was a hint of danger and gloom in the depths of his dark eyes. His voice was low and magnetic: "Who are you chatting with? The man who drove you home last night?"