Feng Yingying is high-profile on the meager @Feng Yin, why don't we have the next plate? The address of a chess club was left behind.

Such a high-profile Feng Yingying, after sending the message, has been waiting for Feng Yin's reply.

Feng Yingying, who has experienced two failures, changed her strategy, since she can't rely on the dead Feng Yin to earn hot traffic, then rely on the living Feng Yin.

As for what she said before, don't mention the wind and don't rub the heat, she chooses to ignore it.

As long as she can succeed, everything that is bad now is just an ordeal on her way to success.

After sending the meager Feng Yingying, she pinched her mobile phone at home, constantly refreshing it, over and over again, but there was still no news from Feng Yin.

"What's the matter, why didn't she reply to me?"

"Feng Yin, whether you are a human or a ghost, I am the heroine!"

Feng Yingying, who has been reborn, has been doubted by a series of operations that violate her memory.

It's just that she herself is a product of strange forces, and she doesn't dare to find someone who really has the ability to expose Feng Yin.

"What's going on? Why didn't she reply, if she is really a greasy person, she should always pay attention to me. ”

Feng Yingying muttered to herself, continuing to refresh the page, but there was not the slightest movement in the meager nature of Feng Yingying.

"It must be on purpose, deliberately drying me, you're really good, you have a few brushes. Conquer the enemy with immobility, and make a high move. ”

Feng Yingying found the perfect explanation for Feng Yin, and she really thought so herself.

She didn't think about it at all, Feng Yin didn't want to deal with him at all, let alone special attention, even if Feng Yingying jumped in front of her, Feng Yin had to think about whether to clean her up.

At this time, Feng Yin is perfectly enjoying her day's vacation.

After eating, she lay down on the bed in a position where her limbs were weak and seemed to be lost.

The thick blackout curtains in the house were drawn, the picture of the projector was projected on the roof, and the comedy of the star master was played overhead.

On her left is a bag of potato chips, on her right is a fruit bowl, and next to her pillow is a bottle of drink.

Mobile phone, power off.

Just because she didn't know it meant that no one was looking for her.

Allah was lying in the doorway of the Wind, and he knew how to get himself a mat.

Feng Yin arranged a tablet for Ala, on which Cheng Yanqiu's movie was played, and Allah was lying on his stomach, looking at the movie obsessively.

On one side of Allah is a serving of jerky, and on the other side is freeze-dried fruit.

A person and a dog, each enjoying their favorite movie or person, one laughing crazy in bed, and one enjoying the starry eyes at the door.

Outside, Li Sanyi frantically called Feng Yin.

"Shut down?"

Li Sanyi listened to the mechanical voice on the mobile phone: The user you dialed has been turned off, please dial again later.

"Who's artist will turn off! Who's of it! ”

Li Sanyi took a deep breath.

"My artist's will be turned off."

Li Sanyi, who accepted the reality, was appointed to go to Fengyin's house to find someone.

However, without the guidance of Feng Yin, Li Sanyi couldn't go up by himself, so he needed to register with the hall housekeeper and connect to Feng Yin's house upstairs downstairs.

Li Sanyi didn't know how many times he rang the doorbell below, but there was no response upstairs.

He began to worry, and asked in a cranky thought: "It can't be an accident, I called her and she turned off the phone." ”

In this way, the housekeepers downstairs were worried.

Just as the two of them were about to go upstairs and knock on the door, the door control finally responded.

In the picture, a huge dog head snorted several times with a sky-high resentment.

(End of chapter)