Chapter 200
The humble trio is extremely fast, and the brain circuits are stranger than the other.
The speed of the wind chant's reply is also very fast, three simple words.
Wind Groaning Madness: Free, Domestic, Light.
After replying, Wind Groan stopped care.
Although she didn't care about it, she started a topic in the meager super talk.
#ε θ΄Ήε½ε θ½»δΎΏ, what the hell are you doing#
In response to the six-character information, netizens started a guess game, and even the initiator set a prize for this game.
Many netizens participated in it, focusing on a fun, and it doesn't matter if you win or not.
When Feng Yin knew about this, she secretly switched the trumpet, voted in one item, and Mei Zizi went offline.
Prizes, no matter how big or small, can be obtained for free.
Early the next morning, Feng Yin got up early and went downstairs to walk around.
After an hour and a half of morning jogging, I went back to eat, packed up, and sent a message in the group to set off.
As soon as the elevator was on the next floor, I met Cheng Yanqiu.
"Are you....fleeing?"
It's no wonder that Cheng Yanqiu said this, Feng Yin was wearing some shabby sportswear at the moment, a pair of shoes also looked very old, and a backpack on his back, stuffed and bulging, looked really similar.
"Don't worry, I'll live well for you."
Feng Yin looked at Cheng Yanqiu affectionately, but it was a pity that Cheng Yanqiu didn't eat this set.
"What, now you're starting to take the affectionate route?"
Feng Yin's expression was greatly stimulated, and his face was sad.
"Don't say that, I-"
"The wind groans, hiding your face and crying is just an adjective, not a verb."
Ding Dong β
The elevator arrived, and Cheng Yanqiu went down.
Feng Yin immediately stopped crying, turned his head to look at Allah and said, "Look at your master, it's really good!" β
Didn't she just enter the play in advance to practice?
After the hiccup, Wind Moan sees the trio waiting for her at the door.
"Dress up, let's go!"
The three of them were finally right, and they were all wearing comfortable sportswear, sneakers, and backpacks.
"Boss, aren't we going to drive?"
The wind groaned back.
"Didn't the car crash?"
"I bought another one."
Zhang Boer seemed to be saying that the cabbage was gone, so I bought another one.
Feng Yin clenched his fists, and when he reached Zhang Bo'er's shoulder, it turned into a palm.
"Brother, it's good to have you, but we don't drive today, and we lose money by driving."
"Huh?"
Zhang Boer didn't understand why he lost money by driving, but he still obediently followed Feng Yin out of the community together.
At seven o'clock in the morning, four people and an Allah set off in a cargo lala.
The back of the cargo is airtight, and there is not even a window.
Zhang Boer was nervous after getting into the car, and finally couldn't help but say: "Boss, I have money, you don't have to sell me." β
"Zhang Bo'er, I think your worries are very strange, why is someone selling you if you have nothing to do?"
"I'll give you an analysis."
Here it is again, what Li Sanyi is most afraid of is that Feng Yin will analyze it.
The angle is too strange to say.
"Generally speaking, there are more abducted women, because whether it is organ harvesting or human trafficking, women are dominant, they are physically weak, most of them do not smoke or drink, their organs are well preserved, there are fewer diseases, and there is a certain demand for human trafficking."
"You're ββ- in your twenties, you're in your sixties, this is nothing... It doesn't match the aesthetics of a certain circle, so you really don't need to worry about others selling you. β
After Feng Yin finished analyzing, Zhang Boer listened with a solemn face.
Broken? Is it a big blow?
Can you keep the free driver?
Did she sign the contract at that time?