Lin Yiren: "Maybe you just didn't notice."
Man: "Let's add each other as friends."
Lin Yiren: "Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's got a bad temper and I don't dare add friends; otherwise, he'd hit me when I get home."
Yang Chen looked speechlessly at Lin Yiren. Making up stories like this in front of her boyfriend, is that really okay?
Man: "You don't say, I don't say, how would he know? I'm currently single and work at a Wall Street investment bank."
Lin Yiren: "But he already knows."
Man: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Lin Yiren: "He's my boyfriend. You can ask him if you can add me as a friend."
With that, Lin Yiren bent over to fasten Yang Chen's seatbelt, flashed him a slight smile, and gently asked, "What would you like to drink? I'll get someone to bring it for you."
Yang Chen: "I want to drink your saliva."
Lin Yiren patted Yang Chen on the chest, then gave him a quick kiss.
Everyone around was stunned by this maneuver.
Really?
