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

Cheng Yanqiu was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, but when Feng Yin read his eyes again, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The two of them and the dog walked towards the place pointed by Cheng Yanqiu.

After turning a corner, Feng Yin understood Cheng Yanqiu's intention.

In front of you is a castle, a castle full of things that dogs like.

There are ponds, mud puddles, tree branches, and even butterflies to chase.

“Fucking rich man romance, used on a dog.”

"Wang Wang"

"I haven't said anything about you, how can you be like an ordinary dog?"

Feng Yin let go of Ala's leash, patted his back and said, "Your master prepared this for you."

Ala looked at Cheng Yanqiu, and his screams became several degrees gentler.

"Be good, go play, I'm waiting for you here."

Cheng Yanqiu also became more gentle. Feng Yin looked at her and thought she was like a light bulb.

After Ala entered, three staff members appeared, holding chairs, tables, and sun umbrellas.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Yanqiu sat on a comfortable chair. There was juice, purified water, a fruit plate on a table next to him, and a large sun umbrella above his head.

Feng Yin walked under the sun umbrella very consciously, she didn't want to be exposed to the sun.

"You're really welcome."

"I'm not familiar with politeness."

Cheng Yanqiu smiled lowly, raised his hand, and a professional person stepped forward to listen.

After a while, Feng Yin sat on a chair and ate the fruit very politely.

"Well - the vitamins are in place today, so there's no need to buy fruit."

"Hehehe, are you that poor?"

"This is not called poverty, although poverty is a fact, but it is called frugality, do you understand?"

Cheng Yanqiu discovered one thing. When talking to Feng Yin, he was very relaxed. This was a unique feeling.Because people around him will subconsciously take care of him, be humble to him, and feel sorry for him after knowing his physical condition.

"My health is not good and I won't live long."

Cheng Yanqiu suddenly spoke, he wanted to tell Feng Yin.

Feng Yin, who was eating grapes, took a few bites, swallowed them, and looked at Cheng Yanqiu nervously and worriedly.

Cheng Yanqiu felt lost for a moment.

"Then after you die, who will be responsible for giving Allah's money?"

One sentence broke Cheng Yanqiu's despair. With his face holding the palette, he looked at Feng Yin and asked, "Don't you think you should be more kind to the dying people?"

Feng Yin looked at Cheng Yanqiu with a look that said something was wrong with your head.

"I think you need to see a brain department. If emergency treatment doesn't work, you can take home remedies."

"What does it have to do with me whether you die or not? How many people in this world die due to accidents, do you care enough about it?"

There were fireworks in Cheng Yanqiu's eyes, but unfortunately they were obscured by the smudged mascara, which even made his eyes a little scratchy.

"Sure enough, the wind's chant must still be the wind's chant."

"nonsense!"

Feng Yin continued to eat the fruit and asked again: "Seriously, what will Allah do if you really die? Do you still need me to take care of you? Will you give me back the money?"

"I made a will for Allah, and the share is not small. If you meet my standards before I die, you will probably stay and take care of Allah."

will?To Allah?

"Don't worry, Allah will be my big brother from now on!"

"Pfft-"

Cheng Yanqiu couldn't help but laugh, looked at Feng Yin and said, "Ara doesn't have such a shameless little brother."

"It's all a small problem. For the sake of my widow, Allah, and for Allah's happiness for the rest of my life, I will definitely be a good little brother."