The man on the opposite side was really frightened by the way Feng Yin looked now, took two steps back, covered his neck and shouted: "I called the police, called the police!" ”

"Don't just shout, hurry up, speed up."

Feng Yin held the glass, and with one hand took the woman's hand and placed it on his neck.

"Feel it, here? Feel it beating and remember the position, the two of them are a good match. ”

The sharp glass was placed in the woman's palm by the wind.

This scene stimulated the man at the door, and fear suddenly rose in his heart.

He looked at everything in the house, and it seemed that there was a potential danger.

The one is too sharp, the one can't breathe, the water can't drink, the food can't eat, and the sleep can't sleep.

"Remember?"

Feng Yin asked gently, and the woman on the ground responded for the first time, and spit out a few words with difficulty in her voice.

"Remembered."

"That's smart."

Feng Yin looked at the man, his provocative eyes undisguised.

"Guess what, does she dare?"

"I know, she can't beat you, she's afraid of you, do you think she doesn't dare, or do you think you can kill her?"

Wind Yin stepped on the glass step by step, and the glass under his feet resounded in a rhythmic sense.

Her head was forward, in the man's ear, like a demon's whisper.

"You can't."

Just three words.

At an angle that no one could see, the man's pupils seemed to be empty, and you can't get into his head like a mosaic of three words, an invisible thread tugging at him and restricting his movements.

The smile on the corner of Feng Yin's mouth is like a flower of hell, gorgeous and confused, and full of crisis.

She knows a little bit about hypnosis.

Every step from entering the house was within her calculations.

The words spoken, the rhythm, the build-up of fear, and finally the sound of stepping on the glass, are all part of hypnosis.

"Who called the police!"

"Me!" Feng Yin's painting style changed abruptly, and she turned into an enthusiastic takeaway brother, and came in with a police comrade at the door to explain her actions of kicking the door.

"I filed it with the police, not a forced break-in, and then I saw this scene when I came in."

After the police comrade entered, his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

Domestic violence.

It's something they hate, and there's nothing they can do about it.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

The police comrade picked up the woman on the ground, recorded the case, and examined the woman's injuries.

However, the final result of dealing with the family conflict, deal with it by yourself.

Feng Yin, who came out of the police station, still had a hot pork chop in his hand.

"The cooks in the police station are so good at their skills, where did they all come from!"

This question stumped the police comrades at the door. He looked at the enthusiastic delivery man, and said pitifully ten minutes ago that she had not eaten in the face of righteousness.

In the end, I successfully mixed into their canteen, and I didn't say anything about eating a meal, but I even took it!

She is really not polite at all, the key is the chef in the back, chatting with her so happily, if it weren't for the leaders watching, he even wanted to pack a few dishes for Fengyin and take them back.

"Understood, understood, confidential, confidential."

Feng Yin once again made the police brother speechless, what a secret! He is innocent and doesn't know if he can do it!

"Until next time."

Feng Yin waved goodbye very well and walked over to the woman with the hot, crispy pork chops.

"Divorce is your way out, why don't you give it a try?"

"He won't agree, won't agree, won't."

"He will."

Feng Yin slapped a hand on the woman's shoulder, firmly left this sentence, and left.