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

Feng Yin and Li Sanyi, together with Ala holding a bag of dog food, got off the elevator. Zhang Bo'er had already driven out, and Lin Yu was waiting with a box.

"What kind of breakfast? Such a luxurious box."

"Boss, this is a makeup case."

Lin Yu opened a certain button, and Feng Yin saw the rich man's makeup box.

She casually took out an eyebrow pencil and lipstick from her pocket, threw it to Lin Yu and said, "I'll give you my makeup box too."

Lin Yu hurriedly caught some of them and looked at them again and again with a pen.

"Boss, isn't this a pencil?"

"Yeah, natural color."

Lin Yu felt that he had no way to refute, so he just asked in doubt: "Can it be washed off?"

"Do you see it on my face?"

Lin Yu shook his head.

"That's because I haven't used it yet."

This nonsense sentence made Feng Yin speak even more nonsense.

"Boss, it's better to listen to you than to listen to you."

Feng Yin praised Wei Linyu without hesitation.

"Yes, nonsense literature has made progress."

Feng Yin finally sat down and explained: "I picked up the wrong eyebrow pencil when I bought it."

Lin Yu was very curious about where to buy eyebrow pencils and turn them into pencils.

The discussion about eyebrow pencil was temporarily put aside. Li Sanyi handed the breakfast to Feng Yin. Zhang Boer had already finished eating and drove off.

Big steamed buns, red dates and soy milk.

Feng Yin was not full after eating two, but Li Sanyi refused to let him eat.

"Hurry up and read the script. I found out that the director saw your last live broadcast clip and then thought of using yours. If this time is successful, we will have the opportunity to appear in film and television, and there should be more opportunities in the future. Many."

"Oh."

Li Sanyi talked a lot, but Feng Yin lost interest. "Feng Yin, why aren't you excited?"

"What's there to be excited about? I'm doing pretty well in the live broadcast. I'm free and unrestrained. I don't have to listen to others when I'm on the set. Besides, am I addicted to acting?"

Feng Yin has already started reading the script.

The story is very old-fashioned, and it can also be said to be very classic.

The story of a poor scholar and a female ghost.

Of course, the role played by Feng Yin is not the protagonist, but just one of many female ghosts. From her perspective, she is a female ghost who is engaged in career.

"How are you doing with the script research? I know you well. The director should ask you some questions when the time comes. Don't talk nonsense."

"rest assured."

Feng Yin agreed immediately, and Li Sanyi temporarily felt relieved. It was rare to see Feng Yin looking at something so seriously.

After the car arrived at the set, Zhang Boer and Ala stayed behind, while Li Sanyi brought Feng Yin and Lin Yu, a part-time assistant and makeup artist, into the set.

Soon, the trio met the director.

The director is a somewhat bald middle-aged man who smiles like a Maitreya Buddha and has a certain status in the director circle.

"Director Ma, hello, I brought Feng Yin here for you."

As soon as Li San started socializing, Feng Yin stood behind her. Her skilled diplomatic skills seemed to have been lost. She was so eloquent that she was so quiet that Lin Yu thought she had a sick throat and asked with concern several times if she wanted to drink water.

"If you drink any more, you'll explode."

Lin Yu groaned, fastened the lid of the kettle, and locked it.

"Lin Yu, does this kettle have a password?"

"Yes! It's a fingerprint lock. By the way, boss, enter your fingerprints as well."

Feng Yin blinked, stretched out one of his fingers and said, "Is the money I earned today enough to buy this kettle?"

"It should be about the same. The kettle costs [-] yuan. It is a limited edition from the Jiaojiao family."

Feng Yin stared at the water glass.

"How I want to be the most evil rich man!" (End of this chapter)