Boyfriend?

Feng Yin was surprised for a moment, almost forgetting about it.

"Besides, let's go back and wait for news."

"Bump!"

The ruthless sound of closing the door made Li Sanyi stand at the door suspiciously, muttering: Is it a foreigner? But the Chinese Festival?

"Foreigners don't resist fighting."

Li Sanyi, who is worried, is very worried about the health of her boyfriend.

If Feng Yin knew, he really wanted to say: your worries are very reasonable.

After closing the door, Feng Yin took out his mobile phone and glanced at the calendar, it was really the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

She directly took a screenshot of Cheng Yanqiu and sent it with a postscript: Is it over?

Cheng Yanqiu replied quickly, screenshot of the location, postscript: In the field, give you money to live by yourself, how about it?

Wind Yin immediately rummaged through the emoji of the fireworks and sent it.

In the next second, a transfer message appeared on Feng Yin's mobile phone.

"Ninety-nine-nine-nine, yes, yes, is the kid very on the road."

Click, collect money, end the conversation.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was on the other end of his hand, put away his mobile phone after the transfer was made.

According to Feng Yin's character, the money has been collected, which means that this matter is over.

The two of them, who have a tacit understanding in a certain way, spent the first Qixi Festival perfectly and harmoniously.

After receiving the money, he was in a good mood, so he first went back to the house to read a book, and by the way, he signed up for a name.

On this day, Feng Yin stayed at home very quietly, and rarely went anywhere.

That night, Feng Yin selected tomorrow's live broadcast content on the Internet and released the status.

Wind Groan's Madness: Tomorrow I will spend Tanabata with you.

[In such a normal state, it's a stolen number, right? ] 】

[There is always a feeling of tomorrow's Tanabata, and the day is precarious. 】

[I always feel that the police station has to work overtime for the wind. 】

[There is no one in the accident physique.] 】

[Don't forget, there are more and more punishments.] 】

Netizens ridiculed each other and talked happily to each other.

The daily guess officially begins: Will Feng Yin enter the police station tomorrow?

As for what Feng Yin wants to do, what profession? Heavy or?

Unimportant.

Netizens had a lot of fun, and Feng Yin, who was in the state of the post, didn't watch it at all, but just posted the news of tomorrow's gathering in the group of four.

The next morning, the live broadcast of Wind Groaning began.

[So early? 】

[This is in the flower shop? 】

[Could it be that Feng Yin wants to sell flowers today? ] 】

【Selling flowers and chanting? She only belongs to the spicy hand destroying flower bar. 】

"Hello everyone, I'm Feng Yin, today is the Qixi Festival, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are going to meet, I'm ready to be a lover-"

"Not really, I'm not suitable for such gentle words, I'd better be a bridge magpie."

"Today I was hired as an errand boy, specializing in handling orders for Qixi Festival, and the first order was to deliver flowers to a lady in this flower shop."

In the shot, Feng Yin puts on a helmet and holds a bouquet of flowers in a box.

"Friendly reminder, be sure to put it in the box, because this is my second bouquet of flowers, the first bouquet for the early morning wind and the morning road."

“OK！ Let's go! ”

Feng Yin himself took a front-facing camera, took a close-up shot of his face, and the wind blew on his face.

[It was given to the wind in the early morning, was it blown bald, right? 】

[I don't have a girlfriend though! ] But I want to meet the magpie who bridged! Buy, buy, buy! 】

[Rush! If you draw a wind moan, be sure to share it! 】

The majority of netizens began to look for Feng Yin, and Feng Yin single-handedly drove the sales of flower shops, chocolates and other stores.

At this time, the wind groaned, flexibly riding an electric car, to the first location.

She took off her helmet.

With a "bang", a vase shattered on the ground against its head.