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

Zhang Boer was driving the seven-seater business car.

Sitting behind him was Feng Yin, who was a little confused. He yawned, patted his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry."

"Boss, do you want Mr. Mi?"

"Why am I so obsessed with the old man!"

Lin Yu, who was holding Old Man Mi, couldn't do it anymore.

"I'm talking about this old man."

Feng Yin, who was still confused and didn't open his eyes, said: "What, your old golden man who is rich and single?"

"It's too late for you to say this."

Feng Yin sat up regretfully, thinking that she had a boyfriend who had been dying for a year and a half.

Feng Yin opened his eyes and stared at the snack rice old man in Lin Yu's hand.

"This old man - I like him."

I took the snack, tore it open, and ate the kabaka in a few bites.

"Any more?"

"Have!"

Feng Yin took a bun of rice from the old man and ate it deliciously.

"Do you still need breakfast?"

Li Sanyi looked back at Feng Yin, who didn't care about image management at all, and asked with some worry: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"Fat? No."

"Why...do you have a body that won't make you fat?"

"How can I have such an irritating physique? I mean I consume a lot and can't gain weight."

Feng Yin ate another bag and said, "Of course I had breakfast. There is no conflict between snacks and breakfast."

Li Sanyi recalled Feng Yin's words and found that she exercised quite a lot.

The car stopped at a fried dough stick shop, and Feng Yin ate two more large fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu curd.

After she had eaten and drank enough, she wanted to lie down when she got in the car, but before she could actually lie down, the community arrived.

Ala, who had slept in the car all night, bit Feng Yin's trouser leg energetically and got out of the car.

"Ancestor - I just had enough to eat, I will kill someone!"

Unfortunately, Allah doesn’t understand.

"A rich dog controlled by a biological clock."

Feng Yin was pulled to the track by Ala and started running resignedly.

As he ran, Feng Yin's thoughts began to drift away. “I sign a contract and a relationship, so is Allah still my dog’s master?”

"This issue needs to be discussed carefully."

Feng Yin, who had been dragged by Ala for more than an hour, felt his stomach hurt.

"My stomach is sagging."

Pressing the acupuncture point on his palm with one hand, Feng Yin and Ala took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator opened and Cheng Yanqiu was outside, holding the contract in his hand.

"come in."

Feng Yin invited Cheng Yanqiu in.

"The contract is ready, take a look."

"Okay, you can sit down by yourself. You're welcome. This is your house anyway."

After Cheng Yanqiu sat down, before he could speak, he sneezed.

He got up quickly.

"You watch first, I'll go back and wait."

"Okay, I'll sign it and send it to you."

Ala looked at Cheng Yanqiu aggrievedly, and Cheng Yanqiu took two steps back: "Ala, I have to film in the afternoon, so I can't hug you. You have to wait for me to come back."

Ala whined twice, Cheng Yanqiu couldn't bear to go downstairs.

"Okay, don't do this. Is my hug not warm, or am I not fragrant enough?"

Ala escaped Feng Yin's embrace and ran away with four long legs.

"Hey - it really lacks the aroma of money."

Feng Yin quickly looked through the contract, and when he saw something he didn't understand, he went back to the bedroom to read the book.

No one saw that Feng Yin's bedroom was filled with books.

After the contract was confirmed, Feng Yin quickly signed it without any hesitation. He just decided to do it.

She sent the contract downstairs and rang the doorbell. It was not Cheng Yanqiu who opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Cheng Yanqiu."

"You're looking for the wrong one."

The man categorically denied that he could not remain fluent if he was fluent. (End of chapter)