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

"Did you eat the film?"

Feng Yin asked, four pairs of eyes falling on Papa Li.

Papa Li flattened his mouth and gave a heavy hum.

"I really had no place to hide. I was afraid they would take it away, so I ate it in a hurry."

Papa Li held his stomach and continued: "Fortunately I ate it, otherwise they would really have found me."

Feng Yin stood up and changed places with Zhang Bo'er to take the pulse of Li Papazi.

"Been beaten?"

"Ah."

Papa Li was a little embarrassed, then he thought of something and said very powerfully: "I fucked several of them by myself, and I didn't lose at all! Don't look at the injuries on my body, they are more serious than me!"

"and…"

Li Paparazzi said sternly: "I took pictures of myself to collect evidence. When the time comes, I will kill someone and sue them! Pay compensation!"

Feng Yin withdrew his finger for diagnosing the pulse, casually pulled out a tissue and placed it on the table.

"Spit it out."

Papa Li chuckled, opened his mouth obediently, and put a finger on his throat.

The sound of "vomit" made Zhang Bo'er feel sick.

But the next second, Paparazzi Li actually spit out a black memory card.

"It's embarrassing."

The memory card that Paparazzi Li swallowed was not swallowed by him, but was hidden near his throat after special training.

"Zong Feng, you are so good, even the people in the company didn't notice."

Feng Yin wiped the memory card without disdain and pushed it to Li Sanyi.

"The hard work of this training is your own fault."

Paparazzi Li, who was praised, smiled and felt secure that he had found a supporter.

Li Sanyi got the memory card, took out a small notebook from his bag, read it, and checked the photos inside.

"Next?"

Li Sanyi did not make his own decision, but waited for Feng Yin's decision.

"Next, of course, I will come to ask for an explanation." Feng Yin said matter-of-factly, Li Sanyi had no objection, and Li Paparazzi looked excited.

He knew he had hugged the right thigh.

A minute later, the five of them ate rice noodles together, and after making an appointment to meet tomorrow, they went back to their respective homes.

That night, Feng Yin and Cheng Yanqiu called and chatted to enhance their relationship.

"Really, they're together?"

"Then can I lie to you? I wait until the news is confirmed before I dare to tell you."

"I really didn't expect that."

Feng Yin sighed, and Cheng Yanqiu, who was sharing gossip on the other side of the phone, received another kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Gossip shares the desire for approval.

Yes, he used to only like to listen to gossip.

He believes that gossip is alive and reminds humans of proof that they are alive.

Now, after sharing it with Feng Yin, he felt a huge sense of recognition in his heart.

The two of them chatted on the phone for two hours.

If the content of these two hours is known to any paparazzi, it is highly likely that the entertainment industry will change its rhythm.

Two hours later, Feng Yin hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Cheng Yanqiu's gossip content provided huge help for her to invite celebrities to her live broadcast.

At the very least, it’s best not to have contact with people who are easy to attract gangsters or who are already on the verge of danger.

Feng Yin cherishes his current feathers.

Her life and Cheng Yanqiu's life were all tied to this, and she had to be careful.

Early the next morning, the foursome gathered downstairs and went out to meet Papa Li.

Paparazzi Li got into Zhang Boer's business car, and the five of them drove towards Paparazzi Li's company.

At the same time, Feng Yin started the live broadcast.

How can there be no audience at this moment when chickens and sheep are being slaughtered? (End of chapter)