The Wind Yin quartet split up in the neighborhood and walked in three directions.

Feng Yin greeted the housekeeper downstairs, and the housekeeper got up and served with a smile.

"Hello, Lady Wind, Allah has returned."

"Thank you."

The wind groaned upstairs, went to the top floor, opened the door, and it was pitch black.

"Allah—"

"Allah—"

After shouting twice, there was still no response, and the wind chanted and waited in the room, and looked around, but he was not there.

She stared at the floor and went downstairs.

Next floor, ring the doorbell.

"Wang-"

A familiar cry sounded, and Wind Yin shouted outside the door, "Knowing you're here, I'm leaving." ”

She turned to leave, but with a click of the door opening, Allah rushed out of it, biting the pant leg of the wind and tugging.

"What... It's precious! Ten or a few pieces! ”

"Katz!"

A dozen or so have become rags.

Feng Yin followed Allah into the house, and the warm decoration made her crooked mouth.

She thought she would see the black, white and gray of the domineering president.

"Your master—it! The contract hasn't been signed yet! ”

The wind groaned and slippered, and the person came to Cheng Yanqiu who was lying on the ground with a sigh.

"Future contracts, my legacy... What's wrong with you! ”

The wind groans with fingers.

"What do you two really say, you know that you can't be together, do you have to get together!"

Cheng Yanqiu had severe allergies, difficulty breathing, and fainted from lack of oxygen.

"The best thing to do is artificial respiration..."

Cheng Yanqiu on the ground could hear the sound of the outside world, but he didn't have the strength to get up.

In a daze, the words artificial respiration lit up in his mind and broadcast repeatedly.

"Ah———h

With a scream, Cheng Yanqiu saw that several lights in his mind shattered instantly, and he suddenly opened his eyes and breathed heavily.

"Don't move, I'll be sad to be stabbed."

Feng Yin turned the silver needle and plucked one from Cheng Yanqiu's head and one from under his nose.

"You're still a charlatan?"

This was the first sentence that Cheng Yanqiu said when he woke up.

"Nonsense! Charlatan liar. ”

"Hehe... Hahaha....you're a great man..... ”

Cheng Yanqiu propped himself up, leaned on the sofa, and breathed on his own.

"Hey, in your condition, you don't have a family doctor by your side, a 24-hour medical team?"

"Nope."

"You've made this money for nothing, and you haven't spent it in the right place."

Cheng Yanqiu relieved a lot, and he watched a little surprised as Feng Yin pulled out the last needle on his forehead.

"You... It's a bit mysterious. ”

"Don't be obsessed with me."

Cheng Yanqiu stood up on the sofa, moved his head and said, "Don't worry, I have money and never take the initiative to be obsessed." ”

Feng Yin also stood up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his butt and asked, "When will the contract be signed?" ”

"Tomorrow night, I want to fix some things, such as today's first aid, I need to rely on you a few more times, how about it?"

Wind was silent.

"I said it euphemistically, I mean I had an accident, you make a move, I will give 100,000 yuan at a time, how about it?"

"It's so cold on the ground, sit down."

Feng Yin's hands stretched out behind his back and helped Cheng Yanqiu to sit on the sofa, smiling very old slave.

"Before signing the contract, I have a question I want to ask."

Cheng Yanqiu leaned back on the sofa and said uncertainly: "Count, bank account number." ”

"You're a god! No wonder you're rich. ”

Feng Yin happily reported the bank account, and Cheng Yanqiu did not hesitate to transfer 100,000 yuan to Feng Yin's account.

After seeing the receiving text message, Feng Yin shook hands with Cheng Yanqiu amicably.

"From now on, please feel free to be sick." (End of chapter)