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

The Feng Yin quartet separated in the community and walked in three directions.

Feng Yin greeted the butler downstairs, who stood up and served with a smile.

"Hello, Ms. Fengyin, Ala has returned."

"Thank you."

Feng Yin went upstairs to the top floor, opened the door, and saw darkness.

"Allah--"

"Allah--"

After shouting twice, there was still no response. Feng Yin turned on the door in the room and searched around, but he was not there.

She stared at the floor and went downstairs.

Go down one level and ring the doorbell.

"Wang Wang-"

A familiar cry rang out, and Feng Yin shouted outside the door: "As long as I know you're here, I'm leaving."

She turned around to leave, but there was a click of the door opening, and Ala rushed out, biting Feng Yin's trouser leg and pulling.

"What are you doing...it's so valuable! It's more than ten yuan!"

"Kats!"

More than a dozen pieces turned into rags.

Feng Yin followed Ala into the house. The warm-colored decoration made her smile crookedly.

She thought she would see the domineering president in black and white.

"Your master—fuck! The contract hasn't been signed yet!"

Feng Yin slid to the ground and reached the side of Cheng Yanqiu who was lying on the ground.

"Future contract, my inheritance...what's wrong with you!"

Feng Yin felt his pulse with his fingers.

"What are you two really talking about? You know you can't be together, so you have to get together!"

Cheng Yanqiu suffered a severe allergic reaction, had difficulty breathing and fainted from lack of oxygen.

"The best way is artificial respiration..."

Cheng Yanqiu on the ground could hear the sounds from the outside world, but he just didn't have the strength to get up.

In a daze, the words "artificial respiration" lit up in his mind and were broadcast repeatedly.

"what---"

With a scream, Cheng Yanqiu saw several lights in his mind shatter instantly. He suddenly opened his eyes and took a big breath. "Don't move, I will be very sad if you stab him to death."

Feng Yin turned the silver needle and pulled out one from Cheng Yanqiu's head and another from under his nose.

"Are you still a charlatan?"

These were Cheng Yanqiu's first words when he woke up.

"Nonsense! Charlatan and beautiful liar."

"Haha...hahahahaha...you are...amazing."

Cheng Yanqiu pushed himself up, leaned on the sofa, and breathed on his own.

"Hey, in your situation, you don't have a family doctor or a 24-hour medical team around you?"

"No."

"You made this money in vain and didn't spend it on the right things."

Cheng Yanqiu felt relieved a lot. He was a little surprised when he watched Feng Yin pull out the last needle on his forehead.

"You're...a bit mysterious."

"Don't fall in love with me."

Cheng Yanqiu stood up on the sofa, moved his head and said, "Don't worry, I have money and I never take the initiative to be obsessed with you."

Feng Yin also stood up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his butt and asked, "When will the contract be signed?"

"Tomorrow night, I want to fix some things, such as how many times I need to rely on you for first aid today, how about that?"

Feng Yin remained silent.

"I said it politely. What I mean is that if I have an accident, if you take action, I will give you one hundred thousand at a time. How about that?"

"It's so cold here. Sit down quickly."

Feng Yin stretched out his hands behind his back and helped Cheng Yanqiu sit on the sofa, smiling like an old slave.

"Before signing the contract, I have a question."

Cheng Yanqiu leaned on the sofa and said uncertainly: "Forget it, bank account number."

"You are so amazing! No wonder you are rich."

Feng Yin cheerfully reported his bank account number, and Cheng Yanqiu transferred 10 yuan to Feng Yin's account without any hesitation.

After seeing the payment message, Feng Yin shook hands with Cheng Yanqiu in a friendly manner.

"From now on, please feel free to be sick." (End of Chapter)