Chapter 139

Feng Yin took Allah home and brought him a Wagyu steak, and she sat opposite Allah enviously, holding a pair of chopsticks, and it was not too much to eat.

"Bell bell bellโ€”"

Allah's phone rang.

Cheng Yanqiu called, and after Feng Yin was accustomed to connecting, he asked, "Is there something?" โ€

Generally speaking, Cheng Yanqiu said that it was okay, and Feng Yin used to give the phone to Allah.

"Something."

Halfway through the action of giving the phone, Feng Yin took it back.

"It's not... You're on monitor at my house, didn't I just take a bite of Allah's steak? โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€

Cheng Yanqiu rolled his eyes indecently.

"Wind groaning, it's not a steak, I'm asking about the water ghosts? Are you really going? โ€

"Of course."

"What if you die Allah? According to my analysis, the chance of your death is as high as 99.9 percent, and the odds of winning are not very good. โ€

What a win, the odds are not good!

"Cheng Yanqiu, go back and study math hard."

"It's not that I'm bad at math, it's just that I politely tacted, and your death is as high as 100%."

"Thank you."

Feng Yin took the phone and asked again, "Is there anything else?" โ€

"It's okay, it's just to condolence in advance, it's the one who takes care of Allah, you see you're dead, how much gift money do I need to spend?"

"You don't need the gift money, give it to me first, I like to spend it before I die."

"Well, it makes sense, according to our friendship, I'll spend about two hundred, you can take it, if you don't die by luck, you should buy ice cream for my family." Trouble a good point to buy next time. โ€

Wind Yin stared at the phone, snorted, and gulped down Allah's remaining steak.

Allah whined twice, biting the phone and dodging away.

The resentment is a bit big!

This night, there was a lot of uproar on the Internet, and everything that should be known and what should not be known is known.

Two days later, the person who introduced the water ghost work finally called Feng Yin and said that there was a job.

Feng Yin called Li Sanyi and others with a message, and posted a preview of the work of the water ghost on Weibo, and set off.

The journey went smoothly, and the van arrived at the work site of a bridge.

The live broadcast room has just opened, and Feng Yin's clothes have not changed, and the police have arrived first.

"Wind Groan, Wind Groan, we received a report that you intend to....commit suicide."

Officer Wang, who came, is still an old acquaintance.

He blocked the way of the wind moaning.

Feng Yin looked back at Li Sanyi, who was strangely quiet along the way, picked up a rope on the ground and handed it to Li Sanyi.

"Li Sanyi, I don't have any relatives, I believe you, can you believe me once?"

"This rope, I will hand it over to you, as long as you don't let go, I will definitely come back alive."

[Woo woo, it's a little crying.] ใ€‘

[It's not that I don't understand why I have to do this job. ใ€‘

[Just look at the number of people who broke one million in the live broadcast room to know why. ใ€‘

[Actually, Fengyin is still to repay the money, every step is not easy. ใ€‘

Today's live broadcast room, as soon as it opened, hundreds of thousands of people quickly poured in, and before it really started, there was a million plus traffic.

Compared with the usual traffic, Feng Yin is really right, this time it is a qualitative leap.

Under the live broadcast camera, Li Sanyi stretched out his hand and took the rope in Feng Yin's hand that implicated her life.

"Feng Yin, the three-month agreement is invalid, I, Li Sanyi, have followed you all my life."

"Boss Feng, I ate a lot today, I'm sinking, I'm with Brother Li!"

"Boss Feng, you will be fine, I will hold Allah, and we will pull the rope for you together!"

The author is currently updating two books, and there was no problem with it, but recently it has just passed, and there is conjunctivitis recurrence, and I really can't hold on, and the manuscript has been sold out, so this new book is temporarily updated a little less, one or two chapters a day, and when I recover a little better, I will resume the update of four chapters.

I'm sorry to say to my readers, I'm really sorry. I'll try to get back to the update as soon as possible

(End of chapter)