Yan Linggang wanted to continue to scold him.

The system suddenly issues a death warning.

【Drop! Drip! Drip! Fenglin's mood is very unstable, so please take care of the host to prevent excessive loss of friendship and irreparable damage. 】

Yan Ling's indifferent little face was replaced with a little softer.

She glanced at him, reached out and touched his head like a pet.

"I'm going to make money."

She went to earn money to support her family and pay off her debts, and she was wronged.

Hear the words.

Feng Lin's face changed, and the anger between his eyebrows was two points less.

"What do you do to make money? Are you short of money? ”

casually replaced the boss of fashion media with her, with such a background, it is impossible to be a master who is short of money.

"I ......"

[Dear! Please think about the answer! 】

Yan Ling, who was interrupted, stared thoughtfully at the 65 favorability on Feng Lin's face.

Suddenly, he hooked his lips and smiled, noble and charming.

"I want to make money to support you!"

The cold and clear voice was mixed with a bit of softness.

Bent into crescent-like eyebrows, staring directly at the man in front of him.

She could clearly see that the favorability on Feng Lin's face was gradually increasing.

66、67…… It didn't stop until the 70s.

In a trance, she saw that Feng Lin's face had changed to its former gentle appearance, harmless and kind.

It seems that everything just now has never happened.

The wind leans down.

Lightly imprint a kiss on her cheek.

The cold touch, the spirit of the words is neither disgusting nor disgusting.

Unspeakable emotions spread everywhere.

The slender breath sprayed on her neck, and Yan Ling was stunned, forgetting to dodge.

His face seemed crispy and numb.

It's a strange feeling.

Her heart seemed to be beating faster than it had just been.

Is she sick again?

Immediately, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in her ears, "I should do this kind of thing to make money." ”

"Nope! I have to make money! Yan Ling quickly retorted without thinking.

Throw the idea of being sick out of your mind.

There was only one thought left in her head.

Feng Lin didn't allow her to make money???

Then she's going to be in a huge debt!

No!

No one can stop her from making money.

In the next second, she saw that Feng Lin's face was a little more angry.

The blackening value naturally rose to 55.

As for favorability, well, it fell to 60.

Yan Ling squinted, he didn't need to be reminded by the system, and he knew how to rescue quickly.

"I mean, you can only spend my money, I'm in charge of making money...... To raise a family, you are responsible for cooking and washing clothes. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the system breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Lin stared at her with a dark look in his eyes.

It seems to be pondering whether her words are true or false.

But the only thing to say is that the values on his face have not changed.

Yan Ling muttered silently in his heart: I don't quite understand why this value is displayed on his face.

Thereupon.

In the opinion of Feng Lin.

Yan Ling had been staring at his face seriously, observing her expression.

By mistake, Feng Lin believed her words.

His fingers clasped her waist slightly.

"Then you say, if I am in charge of cooking and washing clothes, will I still go to fashion media in the future?"

The little things are not very obedient.

He had to throw away the burden of fashion media.

One day, she took advantage of his absence and ran away again.

Yan Ling crooked his head, there are a lot of things.

Since he only likes to do laundry and cook, let's do laundry and cook!

Career or something, you don't want it, right?

Laundry and cooking is his business.

"It's good if you're happy, although you were raised by me, but theoretically, you have the right to make your own choice, and I have no right to interfere."

This should have increased the favorability, right?