"I'm here for you?"

Feng Yin quickly recalled the characters in the book, she had seen both the male and female protagonists, and they had fought several times.

Such a temperamental old lady shouldn't have a name, after all, Cheng Yanqiu has mentioned it, although there are not many words.

Temperament old lady, valuable embroidered handbag, specializing in looking for wind yin.

Could it be the grandmother who gave the inheritance to Feng Yingying shortly after Feng Yin's death, which was not very eye-catching?

All her thoughts flashed through Feng Yin's mind, and she smiled quietly and appropriately.

"I know, you're a fan of mine? I didn't expect that I still have fans of this age, and sure enough, it was up to ninety-nine and down to three months, and they couldn't stop my charm. ”

Temperament grandmother, but smile silently, giving people a sense of precipitation over the years, the longer the fragrance.

"I'm not a fan of yours, but I do have a crush on you."

The old lady stretched out her hand, and Feng Yin shook it, and looked at it in surprise.

This skin, said to be born is a liar!

This look is a well-maintained pair of hands, although slightly wrinkled, but delicate and smooth, giving people a sense of warmth.

Feng Yin still has such a grandmother?

Wind Yin inherits the memories of Wind Yin's past, but many of them are not very clear, especially to Wind Yin's parents.

So what does it look like for parents?

"And you're looking for me?"

"We'll talk when you're done, here's my phone."

Going?

How can that work! That's a great legacy of walking.

It's also not right, people are still alive, and they can't be called inheritances.

In addition, she was very curious about why the old lady in front of her, who looked as smart as her, would give her inheritance.

As long as you have a little snack, you can see how abnormal the death of the Feng Yin family is, and how strange the speed at which the Feng Yingying family is getting rich.

"That's the end of today's live broadcast! Good bye! ”

Swipe, the live broadcast room is dark.

The netizen who was eating melons was interrupted by Feng Yin, or about Feng Yin's big melon.

The live broadcast room was closed, but the curiosity of netizens mentioned the highest point, and they gritted their teeth even more angrily at Feng Yin.

At such a critical time, you abandoned us and ran away!

Well?

It seems to be the style of the wind moaning.

Anyway, everyone poured into meager and super talk, and even began to build topics on many short video platforms, attracting a large number of messages from netizens.

As for the central character of the topic, Feng Yin, neatly turned off the live broadcast, smiled at the old lady and asked, "Do you spend money or do I spend money?" ”

"What?"

For the first time, the old lady didn't follow Feng Yin's train of thought, and Feng Yin explained: "Aren't you going to talk, the next place to talk about is whether you spend money or I spend money." ”

"You?"

After the old lady said a word tentatively, she was taken to the open-air baked cold noodle stall by Feng Yin, and watched Feng Yin order two servings of baked cold noodles.

"Can you eat spicy?"

"I can't."

"Then the barbecue flavor for you is still sweet and sour, can you eat coriander, green onions, and onions?"

"Everything."

Feng Yintou didn't reply and asked about the preference of roasted cold noodles, and turned around and told the seller: "Come to two sweet and sour servings, eat coriander, green onions, and onions." ”

The two servings of baked cold noodles are made quickly, and as for the seats, there is a stack of red plastic stools next to the grilled cold noodles stall.

"Sit, this one tastes good."

An old lady dressed in a delicate cheongsam, holding a bowl of roasted cold noodles in a cardboard box, sat on a red plastic stool.

For some reason, this stool looks a lot more advanced.