The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 135 - 1233

"Wait, aren’t you curious? The Great God Ying is here, so where is Little Ying God?"

Since soone had questions, soone else had answers.

"...Don’t you think the driving skills of that RUSH Team racer just now were exactly like Little Ying God? Especially when he took corners, it was exactly like when Little Ying God was dominating!"

Not just him, others also started to realize.

So... that racer who perford those textbook maneuvers, was Little Ying God?!

They couldn’t remain calm.

They were in an uproar.

"Little Ying God?! Is it true?!"

"With the Great God Ying here, what do you think? I never thought in my lifeti I would see Little Ying God race again!! I almost believed Little Ying God had really retired!!"

"I’m crying, I’m crying. Is Little Ying God’s injury healed? Does this an she can compete in next year’s F1 championship too?!"

Although Little Ying God rested for half a year, she still has nurous fans worldwide.

In other words, there wasn’t a single person in the audience who wasn’t a fan of Little Ying God.

She is the creator of the ’Little Ying God’ era, renowned in the world racing scene.

Almost as soon as the race ended, the event organizers rushed into the RUSH Team’s rest area, looking for Little Ying God. However, only the RUSH Team’s leader, Qin Mingchao, was there.

He waved to the crowd, smiling, "Sorry, the person you’re looking for just left."

The event organizers quickly turned on their heels to chase outside.

anwhile.

Rong Zhi moved her leg in the audience seat, speaking indifferently, "Are you sick?"

"Little Ying God!" Ying Hengyu hugged the legs in front of him tightly, both his hands and legs wrapped around, his eyes crazily passionate, "Third Bro, you are Little Ying God!"

The huge cheers and the comntator’s unusual reactions on the stands just now were all seen and heard by them. Ying Hengyu no matter what couldn’t have imagined that his idol was right in front of him!

And it’s his third brother! His own brother!

"Bro, I don’t care, you have to give an autograph today, and take a photo with ," Ying Hengyu looked up with burning eyes at the young man, screaming inwardly, "Bro, I really like you, I’ve liked you since your first race..."

Rong Zhi: "..."

This affection might be a bit overwhelming.

Rong Zhi frowned, her eye corner glimpsing a group of people carrying cara equipnt heading toward them. She suddenly pushed Ying Hengyu away, lifting him like a sack.

The two left the aisle in a blink.

The event organizers who just arrived at their previous position: "....?"

The comntator was stunned for two seconds, then understood. He patted the referee beside him, speaking with both admiration and nostalgia, "Right, I nearly forgot. Little Ying God doesn’t accept interviews."

The referee nodded, "Ah, we’re lucky enough to have seen it tonight. There’s no fear of missing a hot topic. The news of Little Ying God’s return to racing, I wonder how many jaws will drop."

The comntator chuckled.

If Little Ying God is really back, next year’s F1 championship will be exciting.

-

By the roadside in the countryside.

Ying Hengyu happily held the freshly autographed phone case from his idol, looking at it again and again, almost kissing it directly.

Rong Zhi threw the pen back, glancing sideways at Ying Yunlin.

Ying Yunlin raised both hands above his head with a serious expression, "I swear, I didn’t."

How could he know the cara would sweep the audience and just happen to catch him.

Ying Yunlin thought, maybe it was when he and Bai Su went to talk about ’matters’ and were unfortunately seen by the event organizers, leading to recognition.

Thinking of this, he glanced sideways at Bai Su.

Bai Su’s eyes flashed, his steps slightly moving, shifting behind Rong Zhi.

Ying Yunlin: "..."

Looks like they’ll have to schedule another fight.

He wouldn’t believe he couldn’t beat Bai Su next ti!

Parting ways with Ying Hengyu by the roadside, Rong Zhi got in the car.

Bai Su took a taxi over, so he had to ride back with her. He hurriedly took the front passenger seat before Ying Yunlin got in, smoothly settling in.

Securing the seatbelt, Bai Su tilted his head, his voice lazy and casual, "Why isn’t Second Bro getting in?"

Ying Yunlin’s face turned dark, his tone unfriendly, "Who is your Second Bro?"

"The Second Bro of the little kid is my Second Bro," Bai Su smiled, raising a clear, elegant eyebrow at him, making an innocent expression, "Did I say anything wrong?"

Ying Yunlin wanted to hit soone.

If he doesn’t beat up this dog of a man, he isn’t Mr. Ying!

Rong Zhi was very tired, not in the mood to listen to their bickering. She tapped the car window with her fingers, only then did Ying Yunlin reluctantly get in, suppressing his frustration.