A seven-seater business car, Zhang Boer drove the car.

Sitting in the back, a little dazed wind moaned, yawned, patted his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry." ”

"Boss, do you eat rice old man?"

"I'm obsessed with what the old man does!"

Lin Yu, who is holding Old Man Mi, will not be.

"I'm talking about this old man."

Still confused, the wind that didn't open his eyes groaned: "What, you rich and single old golden man?" ”

"You're too late for this."

Feng Yin sat up regretfully, thinking that she had a boyfriend who was going to die in a year and a half.

Feng Yin, who opened his eyes, stared at the snack in Lin Yu's hand, and the old man looked at it again and again.

"This old man—I like it."

I took the snack and tore it open, and I ate it in a few bites.

"Anything else?"

"Yes!"

Feng Yin took a bun of rice from the old man and ate it fragrantly.

"Do you still need to have breakfast?"

Li Sanyi looked back at Feng Yin, who didn't care about image management at all, and asked with some concern: "Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" ”

"Fat? No. ”

"How... Are you a physique that doesn't eat fat? ”

"How can I have this kind of angry physique, I mean I consume a lot and can't eat fat."

Feng Yin ate another bag and said, "Of course I ate breakfast, and there is no conflict between snacks and breakfast." ”

Li Sanyi thought back to Feng Yin's words, and her amount of exercise was really large.

The car stopped at a fritter shop, and Feng Yin ate two big fritters and a bowl of tofu brain.

After eating and drinking, she wanted to lie down when she got in the car, but before she could really lie down, the community arrived.

Allah, who slept in the car all night, mentally bit his trouser leg and got out of the car.

"Ancestor—I've just eaten enough, and I'll run away from the dead!"

It's a pity that Allah doesn't understand.

"A rich dog controlled by a biological clock."

Wind Yin was dragged to the runway by Allah and ran resignedly.

Running and running, the wind began to drift away.

"I signed a contract, I was in a relationship, so is Allah still my dog master?"

"This is a question that needs to be explored."

I was dragged by Allah for more than an hour, and I only felt my stomach hurt.

"My stomach is sagging."

With one hand pressing the acupuncture points in the palm of his hand, Feng Yin and Allah took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator opened, and Cheng Yanqiu was outside, holding the contract in his hand.

"Come in."

Feng Yin invited Cheng Yanqiu in.

"The contract is ready, you see."

"Okay, you sit by yourself, you're welcome, this is your house anyway."

After Cheng Yanqiu sat down, before he could speak, a sneeze came out.

He quickly got to his feet.

"You look first, I'll go back and wait."

"Okay, sign it and send it to you."

Ala looked at Cheng Yanqiu aggrievedly, Cheng Yanqiu took two steps back and said: "Allah, I have to film in the afternoon, I can't hug you, wait for me to come back." ”

Allah whined twice, and Cheng Yanqiu couldn't bear to go downstairs.

"Okay, don't come to this set, is my hug not warm, or am I not fragrant enough?"

Allah dodged the embrace of the wind and ran on four long legs.

"Hey—it's the smell of lack of money."

Feng Yin quickly flipped through the contract, saw what he didn't understand, and went back to the bedroom to flip through the book.

No one saw that the bedroom of the wind was full of books.

After the contract was confirmed, Feng Yin quickly signed it, without hesitation, and did it when it was decided.

She sent the contract downstairs, rang the doorbell, and it was not Cheng Yanqiu who opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Cheng Yanqiu."

"You're looking for the wrong one."

The man flatly denied that the fluent could not be in the fluent. (End of chapter)