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

The parents thanked Feng Yin one by one.

Although it is not stated explicitly, it is self-evident.

They didn't like the child, and it sounded a little stingy. It was not very good for an adult to argue with a child, but it was not unreasonable for Meng's mother to move three times in ancient times.

Sometimes, a friend or a specific environment is one of the elements that induces bad things to happen.

Feng Yin didn't feel embarrassed at all, but he was disturbed by the interruption.

Bad things and bad people should be discarded from life as cleanly as excision surgery.

After sending away the last child, Feng Yin's part-time job for today came to an end.

The director came to see her off in person, holding Feng Yin's hand without letting go.

"Feng Yin, let's say goodbye today and don't see each other again."

"With your good words, I will try my best to do it again."

The principal let go of Feng Yin's hand, and with a helpless smile, he hugged her instead.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Feng Yin led his team and left the kindergarten with a salary of 150 yuan. Because Feng Yin broke the microphone, 20 yuan was deducted, making a total of 130 yuan.

In Zhang Boer's business car, Feng Yin summarized today's salary and shook the red banknotes in his hand at the camera.

"Fortunately, I only broke the microphone, and I ate quite a lot at noon today. I think I at least recouped the cost of 20 yuan."

"Boss, you must have eaten back. The chef cooked a large bowl of noodles for you alone."

Feng Yin pretended to be amnesic and blinked.

"Really? I forgot."

"I really fed them all——"

"what?"

Something raised in the voice made the co-pilot Li Sanyi quickly change his tone and said: "Feeding into the stomach of a good person."

Feng Yin withdrew his eyes and waved at the camera of his cell phone. “That’s the end of today’s live broadcast, see you tomorrow.”

"What will be broadcast tomorrow? I haven't thought about it yet. You can continue to build the building and make suggestions. As for whether to go or not...then I can't listen to you."

"Hahahahaha! That's how willful you are! Goodbye!"

Feng Yin's live broadcasts have always been about leaving at the drop of a hat, without any nostalgia.

Feng Yin turned off his phone and looked at the time, five o'clock.

"That's the end of today. You can go and do whatever you want. I'll contact you tomorrow morning. Zhang Bo'er, park the car in front and I'll get off."

Feng Yin got off the car halfway.

In the car, Li Sanyi looked at the rearview mirror curiously, and his gossipy nerves couldn't help but come out.

"What do you think Feng Yin is doing? Logically speaking, she can't have other friends."

"Don't the boss have a boyfriend?"

Li Sanyi's eyes widened and he said in self-reflection: "I always forget this matter. I can only think of it when I want to make money. It's over. I was really infected by the wind--"

"Zhang Bo'er, I'll get off here."

Lin Yu also got out of the car.

"Why did you get off the bus today?"

Li Sanyi looked at the rearview mirror and asked Zhang Bo'er next to him suspiciously.

"Tell me, are we the only ones who don't have nightlife?"

"Brother Li, I'll park the car here for you. You can drive back. I have something to do."

Zhang Boer stopped the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car, all in one go.

There was a crash, and the co-pilot Li Sanyi was the only one left in the car.

Li Sanyi looked left and right in the car in a daze, and when he looked up and down, the clown turned out to be himself!

"And... I am the only one who has no nightlife!"

Li Sanyi unbuckled his seat belt, changed to the driving position, and drove the car back appointedly. (End of chapter)