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

What time does your supper start?
"What, you still want to eat some?"

"You invite me so kindly, I can't refuse."

Feng Yin quickened his pace. The police officer behind him looked at the person next to him and asked, "Did I invite her?"

"She is Feng Yin."

"Feng Yin - oh - she is that Feng Yin."

In an instant, it all made sense.

Feng Yin's name has three meanings in this circle.

When Feng Yin appears on the first level, there must be a case.

On the second floor, Feng Yin appears and needs to eat.

On the third floor, Feng Yin appeared, and there were all kinds of strange things.

It's so strange because every time Feng Yin appears because of different things, he always has different ideas.

Although it's not very good...but it's actually a bit refreshing. It's something they sometimes want to do but can't do.

No matter what, Feng Yin's name has spread.

In the middle of the night, Feng Yin ate their late-night snack box lunch at the police station, and was full and ready to go home.

The live broadcast had been turned off a long time ago, and she wasn't going to turn it on until after three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Rejecting the police comrades' offer to send her back, Feng Yin walked out of the police station.

only…….
"Why are you here? Can't you hold on until tomorrow?"

Feng Yin immediately ran down the steps and grabbed Cheng Yanqiu's wrist.

"Well - it's not bad, it should still be a year and a half away."

“Do you want it for a year and a half, or do you want it for a year and a half.”

Cheng Yanqiu withdrew his wrist, patted the car next to him and asked, "Can you drive?"

"Must be!"

Feng Yin got into the driver's seat, started, and set off.

The car went out for about ten meters, then reversed back and lowered the window.

"Sorry, I'm not used to driving for others."

"It doesn't matter, I have no gas in the car, and you can't drive far." Cheng Yanqiu opened the car door, sat on it, smiled at Feng Yin and said, "Please go to the gas station."

"You really have a set."

Feng Yin checked the fuel gauge. He was not lying, awesome!
She drove to the gas station and waited for the time to refuel. Feng Yin asked, "What are you doing here? Have you sorted out your property? Or are you regretting it?"

"I didn't sort it out, and I didn't regret it."

Cheng Yanqiu couldn't explain why he came. He just watched the live broadcast and wanted to come, so he came. As for why, he couldn't understand and didn't want to think about it.

"Oh."

One doesn't know, the other doesn't care. To a certain extent, the two of them are really compatible.

After filling up the gas, Feng Yin drove back to her community, parked the car, and said thank you to Cheng Yanqiu.

"Thank you for the car. You can drive it back by yourself."

Feng Yin got off the car, but Cheng Yanqiu also got off.

"No, what are you doing when you get out of the car?"

"Didn't I say it?"

Feng Yin shook his head.

"Oh—I'm your neighbor."

Neighbor?Cheng Yanqiu?

It doesn't seem impossible, he is rich.

"Why do everyone around me, including dogs, have money, but I don't? Am I a cornucopia? I can only collect treasures, but I can't keep them myself."

Feng Yin, muttering, followed Cheng Yanqiu upstairs.

Cheng Yanqiu descended to the floor below Feng Yin, as elegant as a noble prince, without even looking back.

Feng Yin closed the elevator, went upstairs, went home, and went to sleep.

At the same time, various hot searches and hilarious memes about Feng Yin have exploded on the Internet.

Especially the clip of her pretending to be a ghost has been circulated and forwarded countless times.

Among them, a well-known director accidentally saw this clip, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Isn't this the feeling he wanted?