Cheng Yanqiu was uncomfortable and speechless, but he had an indescribable feeling in his heart when he read Feng Yin's eyes again.

The two of them walked towards the place pointed by Cheng Yanqiu.

After turning a corner, Feng Yin understood Cheng Yanqiu's intentions.

In front of me is a castle, full of dogs' favorite things.

Ponds, mud pits, tree branches, and even butterflies to chase.

"Damn rich man romance on a dog."

"Wangwang"

"Okay, I didn't talk about you, how can you be like an ordinary dog."

Wind Yin let go of Allah's leash, patted it on the back, and said, "Your master prepared it for you." ”

Allah looked at Cheng Yanqiu, and his voice was several degrees softer.

"Good, go play, I'm waiting for you here."

Cheng Yanqiu was also gentle, and she didn't know how much, but when she saw it, she felt that she was just a light bulb.

After Allah entered, three staff members appeared, holding chairs, tables, and umbrellas.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Yanqiu sat on a comfortable chair, with juice, purified water, fruit bowls on a table next to him, and a big sun umbrella above his head.

Feng Yin walked under the sun umbrella very consciously, so that she didn't want to get sunburned.

"You're really welcome."

"I'm not familiar with politeness."

Cheng Yanqiu chuckled, and as soon as he raised his hand, a full-time person stepped forward and attached his ear.

After a while, Feng Yin sat down on a chair and ate the fruit very unceremoniously.

"Well, the vitamins are in place today, so there's no need to buy fruit."

"Hehehe, are you so poor?"

"It's not called poverty, although poverty is also a fact, but it's called thrift, you know?"

Cheng Yanqiu found one thing, when he was talking to Feng Yin, he was very relaxed, which was a unique feeling.

Because the people around him, after knowing his physical condition, will subconsciously take care of him, humble him, and feel sorry for him.

"I'm not in good health, I can't live long."

Cheng Yanqiu suddenly spoke, he wanted to tell Feng Yin.

was eating the grape wind, bit it a few times, swallowed it, and looked at Cheng Yanqiu nervously and worriedly.

Cheng Yanqiu had a moment of loss.

"Then after you die, who will be responsible for Allah's money?"

One sentence shattered Cheng Yanqiu's loss, he looked at Feng Yin with a palette on his face, and asked, "Don't you think you should be more kind to the dying person?" ”

Feng Yin looked at Cheng Yanqiu with a sick look in your head.

"I think you need to go to the brain department, if the emergency department doesn't work, you can take home remedies."

"What does it have to do with me whether you die or not, how many people in this world are worried about their accidental deaths?"

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes bloomed with fireworks, but unfortunately they were covered by the smudged mascara, and he was even a little sandy.

"Sure enough, the wind chant has to be the wind chant."

"Nonsense!"

Wind Yin continued to eat the fruit and asked again, "I'm serious, what if you really die, what will Allah do?" Do you still use me to take care of it, and do you pay the money back? ”

"I made a will for Allah, and my share is not small, if you meet my standards before I die, I will probably stay and take care of Allah."

Will? To Allah?

"Don't worry, Allah will be my big brother from now on!"

"Pss

Cheng Yanqiu couldn't help laughing, looked at the wind and said, "Alake doesn't have such a thick-skinned little brother. ”

"It's all a small problem, for the sake of ——- Allah, for the happiness of Allah in the second half of his life, I must be a good little brother."