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

Chapter 925 Inspection
Cheng Yanqiu's body was a little stiff and his butt felt helpless as it had nowhere to rest.

As for Feng Yin...

She noticed it the moment Cheng Yanqiu's muscles stiffened, but pretended not to know.

Yes, she did it on purpose.

Even though I can’t eat meat, it’s always good to drink some soup.

Although Feng Yin has never been involved in the things between men and women, he has seen quite a lot.

She has never experienced so many world planes. Who would believe it!
But this is true. Who told her that she could not live long in any plane? Even if she managed to live a few more years, she was still rushing to earn her life, and she had no time to think about anything else.

But now she has to think about it carefully.

This was her last plane. If she died, she would really die. If she didn't think about it anymore, she felt a little bit shortchanged.

I have heard from many people that this is a wonderful thing. She understands more in writing and doesn’t know what the actual beauty is, but she wants to give it a try.

After establishing a relationship with Cheng Yanqiu, Feng Yin had some lustful thoughts.

However, Cheng Yanqiu was in poor health and she was afraid that he would die.

She is very picky, and she can't do it for everyone, so...

She wanted to inspect the goods.

She knew that Cheng Yanqiu was weak, but didn't being weak mean that he couldn't do certain things?

"Um--"

Feng Yin nuzzled again and leaned comfortably towards Cheng Yanqiu. The position was self-evident.

Cheng Yanqiu became even stiffer.

If someone could see it, they would see that Cheng Yanqiu's face was red and his hands were nowhere to be found in the air.

Feng Yin, who was lying on Cheng Yanqiu's lap, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yes, I am satisfied with the inspection.

After this thought, Feng Yin was really confused.

Cheng Yanqiu smelled very good, with a faint scent of grass. I didn't know what kind of shower gel he used.

With this idea in mind, Feng Yin fell asleep soon after.

Cheng Yanqiu was stiff and did not dare to move. Feng Yin's warm breath could be felt clearly on his thigh, every breath and every breath was very even.

"You little heartless thing fell asleep right now."

"It's really all about teasing, not burying."

Cheng Yanqiu realized what Feng Yin was doing after that.

He was a bit dumbfounded.

Does this mean he doesn't believe in his abilities?
But then I thought about it, who could believe it?

Even his own mother told Cheng Yanqiu in a roundabout way that if she really got married, she must treat Feng Yin better.

The way his mother looked at him at that time was really complicated.

But Cheng Yanqiu couldn't explain this matter.

"Push-ups - there are still seven to go, come on!"

Cheng Yanqiu, who silently encouraged himself, tried his best to calm down his stiffness, and finally dropped his two helpless hands.

Listening to Feng Yin's breathing, Cheng Yanqiu also fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, he was in bed.

Cheng Yanqiu's heart skipped a beat. Did he dream about something?
He ran one hand around the bed, but there was no one else but himself.

Cheng Yanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the bedside lamp, and checked the time.

Three forty in the morning.

He actually slept so soundly?

There is also a note under the phone, left by Feng Yin.

Feng Yin told him that she went back downstairs and would go to the morning market tomorrow morning. She would buy breakfast and come back, and asked him to wait for her.

Morning market?

When Cheng Yanqiu thought of something, he first sent a message to Feng Yin, then got up, washed, cleaned himself up, put on shoes that were convenient for walking, and waited.

At noon, Feng Yin saw the news about Cheng Yanqiu. After cleaning up, he went upstairs and rang Cheng Yanqiu's doorbell.