Feng Yin, who read this message, began to recall something. Lin Yu really seemed to have never driven a car.
The only time was in the park, driving a small tram in the scenic area, but that one didn’t need a driver’s license.
And she clearly remembered that Lin Yu muttered something that time: brake on the left and accelerator on the right.
In the four groups, Feng Yin@Lin Yu asked: “You haven’t learned it?”
Lin Yu: Boss, I don’t need to drive, there is a driver when I go out.
Feng Yin: My private tutor registration is a bit expensive…
Lin Yu: It’s okay, boss, is it enough for 100,000 yuan?
Feng Yin: Enough!
Feng Yin was so rich that she earned her money, and Lin Yu called her mother even more happily.
“Mom, someone finally dares to teach me to drive!”
Lin Yu’s mother recalled the scene where Lin Yu signed up for more than a dozen driving schools and more than twenty personal trainers, and finally all of them were asked to be dismissed, giving the new coach a great sympathy.
“Okay, come on.”
“I know, mom, when I learn to drive, I will drive to pick you up from get off work!”
Lin Yu’s mother felt a chill and said gently: “Baby, your father has been in China recently. Mom is going abroad for a while.”
“That’s it, then I’ll pick up dad first.”
“Okay, my daughter really knows filial piety.”
Mom Lin hung up the phone, wiped the sweat from her head, breathed a sigh of relief, called her assistant, and arranged for her to go abroad.
“Fengyin, the meal is ready, when will you come?”
“It was ready so soon, but I didn’t expect that my aunt would be so flexible after she broke her hand.”
Feng Yin said a few words and gave Lin Xu’s mother to the other end of the phone so angry. After sending several pictures, Feng Yin finally let go and was about to come.