After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 114

Feng Yin fixed Ala's head with both hands, preventing him from dodge, and locked his gaze.

If you don't look at the person you're looking at, you actually look a bit domineering.

"Wang!"

With a bark, Ala lowered his head and seemed to agree.

"Okay, let's see how you behave."

Feng Yin let go of Ala's head, and as soon as he stood up, the phone rang.

It was that familiar phone number again, but Feng Yin couldn't remember why this phone number was familiar.

The original owner and Cheng Yanqiu really have no connection at all.

If we really want to talk about connection, it is probably a premature death, one at the beginning and one at the beginning.

"Hey, look for your Ala, wait a minute, I'll transfer it to you."

Feng Yin held the phone to Ala's ear.

"Wow woof woof——"

Ala's passionate shout came into the phone, causing Cheng Yanqiu's eardrums to vibrate before he could speak.

"Allah, Allah, stop barking."

"Wang Wang Wang-"

"Ara, tell Feng Yin to answer the phone."

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Cheng Yanqiu experienced the helplessness and sadness of a chicken talking to a duck. One person and one dog talked like this for 10 minutes.

Cheng Yanqiu began to doubt his decision. Was it really the right decision to give Ala to Feng Yin to raise?

Feng Yin, who came out of the shower on the other side, looked at Ala who was still "talking on the phone".

"It seems to be very good."

Feng Yin calmly went to the kitchen, leaving a private space for one person and one dog.

Another 10 minutes later, Ala came into the kitchen with her phone in her mouth, her big head staring at Feng Yin's pot,

"Are you done chatting?"

Feng Yin took a piece of paper in disgust, wiped the drool-stained phone, and said to himself: "Let your master prepare a special phone for you."

"Wind Yin——"

A roar came from the phone page where there was no hanging point.

Feng Yin tapped the hands-free button with one finger.

"Are you in trouble?"

The standard Feng Yin-style service tone made Cheng Yanqiu sigh and feel a little dizzy.

"Feng Yin, please don't call Ala next time."

"Who is it for?"

Cheng Yanqiu took a deep breath and said, "Here you are!"

If it weren't for his concern not to reveal his personality too early, Cheng Yanqiu would really have thousands of things to complain about.

Feng groaned, and his voice changed from service to perfunctory.

"Something to say."

Cheng Yanqiu didn't dare to waste time. Who knew if Feng Yin, who didn't follow the rules, would call Ala.

"Give me your home address, and I'll send Allah's daily necessities there. In the future, Allah's meals will be delivered to your door by a dedicated person. Don't feed it messy things."

Feng Yin looked at Ala who was drooling over his instant noodle pot.

"Then what if it insists on eating? After all, I am half a dog owner."

Half... dog master?

Who is the other half?

Cheng Yanqiu's mouth felt itchy and uncomfortable, and he finally choked out a sentence: "See if it likes it."

"Okay, do you have anything else to do?"

"No--"

"Beep beep beep—"

The phone was hung up by Feng Yin, but the instant noodles will not taste good after waiting for a long time.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the hung up call and regretted for the second time, wondering if he had found the wrong foster caretaker for Ala.

But there is no particularly suitable person around him.

There are a lot of people in the family, but no one really likes dogs. They are just for support, never for companionship.

"Let's take a step and take a look."

With two buzzing vibrations, Cheng Yanqiu received Feng Yin's address text message.

Cheng Yanqiu forwarded the contents of the text message and told to send the things to this address.

At about five o'clock in the morning of the next day, Feng Yin was woken up by Alabala.

(End of this chapter)