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

The wind's drum beats out the four seasons.

From start to finish, it only lasted less than 10 minutes, but it only took tens of seconds for everyone to go from suspicion to addiction.

Even some curious people next door came outside Feng Yin's crew to listen carefully and inquire about it.

The last drumbeat disappeared, the wind turned around, and there was silence.

how?Has she regressed?

Feng Yin began to recall. Although there were one or two wrong places, it was too old and he couldn't remember the score.

But you shouldn’t be able to hear it, right?

Feng Yin was thinking with a little self-doubt, but his face still showed the confidence that a master should have.

"Director, are you okay?"

"Is it okay?"

The director's very uplifting tone made Feng Yin wonder. Could it be that the director used to play drums, so he heard it?
"Feng Yin, do you know how to call this a little bit?"

The wind chants to remain unchanged in response to all changes. Remember that disaster comes from the mouth and disease comes from the mouth, so to live a safe life, keep your mouth shut.

The expert smiled, with one hand behind his back and his face turned at a 45-degree angle.

"You're so awesome! You've hidden such a powerful thing until now. Why don't you mention it on your resume?"

The director was really puzzled. He remembered Feng Yin's resume too clearly.

An A4 piece of paper has a printed photo on the front and only one sentence written on the back.

"The past was the past, and the present is now; the acting skills are still bad, and the money cannot be lost."

Gone.

Is this a fucking resume?

If the director hadn't personally seen the footage from Feng Yin's live broadcast room, he really wouldn't have had the courage to issue this invitation.

"The resume is too short to contain my life."

The very pretentious Feng Yin made Li Sanyi's eyes hurt.

When he saw Lin Yu with an admiring expression next to him, his head ached.

The results of this truly rich second generation's studies with Feng Yin are really exciting.Feng Yin, who was installing the fork, breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that someone hadn't found out that he knocked it wrong, so he would be more confident in pretending next.

As a fast traveler, except for money, no one can rival him for the time being.

After the director, everyone else also praised it. Even Bai Shuangshuang, who was not in harmony, said reluctantly but said: "It's a good knock."

Feng Yin said gratefully: "Being with capable people can always improve yourself. Your aesthetics have improved."

"Feng Yin, if you speak nicely, will it hurt you?"

Considering her own character, Bai Shuangshuang did not say the word death.

"Is being sad considered an injury? Can I get medical insurance?"

Feng Yin, who was not serious for a second, made Bai Shuangshuang angry, and it didn't make her want to laugh. It was so contradictory!
"I'm going!"

"It's okay to come here often!"

If Feng Yin had a handkerchief in his hand, this place would immediately become a street.

Bai Shuangshuang in front staggered.

Feng Yin happily put down his hands and waited for filming in the evening.

"Hello."

A man came over, and Lin Yu stood over immediately.

She always kept in mind Li Sanyi's teachings, never let Feng Yin stand alone with a man, it would be easy for scandals to happen, and it would be even easier for someone to die.

Feng Yin looked at the man walking over.

"Are you from the props team?"

"You--how do you know?"

Cui Tianze was a little surprised when he heard Feng Yin say: "It was you who sent me the drum just now."

"You - you are so awesome. Most people don't look at the people in the prop team at all, as if we are also props."

"busy?"

Feng Yin didn't answer, Cui Tianze immediately nodded and said: "Can I ask you to sign an autograph for me? I'm your fan!"