Feng Yingying doesn't know how many times she was angry with the wind to the point of running out of words.

Is this person who can speak well, does not enter oil and salt, does not play cards according to the set at all, and has no moral standards, is it really a wind chanting?

This is already the Nth time Feng Yingying has doubted.

If the wind whispers knew, he would only say it, so what?

What about doubt?

Who can help her!

"Feng Yin, can't we really talk about it calmly? Isn't it good to win? ”

"Win-win?"

Feng Yin really couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Feng Yingying, who said win-win to your face? Where did you win? Things are in your favor, you want to be your own queen, win the fair, upright, rely on yourself alone, things are not good for you, you have to find the alliance to say something win-win. ”

"Are you Nuwa? Otherwise, you feel that the whole earth will revolve around you, and you can do whatever you want. ”

"In the end, it was you who struck first, and I just fought back."

Feng Yin left after speaking, not giving Feng Yingying any chance to speak.

Feng Yingying, who was standing at the door, loosened and tightened his fists, and left with a stomach full of resentment.

She didn't believe it, and she couldn't break out of the sky without Feng Yin.

Feng Yingying's appearance did not cause any fluctuations in Feng Yin's heart.

Feng Yingying is more like a desperate end, fighting to the death, as for revenge?

Will the wind be afraid?

Feng Yin said that she will tell you with her actions what a great invention the camera in modern society is.

When he returned home, he first fed Allah, and after rubbing a meal, he was ready to take a bath.

The wind was still drying, and I heard the doorbell ring.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening, who?

Feng Yin pressed the button on the door control, and it was the housekeeper downstairs.

The door was opened by the wind with a click, and he looked at the housekeeper outside.

"Hello Fengyin, this is a letter from you today."

"Letter?"

In the 21st century, there are still people who send letters?

Feng Yin took the envelope, the housekeeper left with a smile, and went downstairs, she took the envelope back to the house, leaning against the door.

"The envelope is good... Stamps....I... Oh my God! ”

Although he doesn't collect stamps, Feng Yin still knows about monkey stamps.

It is said that this one can be used for a different house.

There is currently a house that appears on the envelope in Feng Yin's hand, and has been used.

"Is it worth it after use?"

This is the only problem that Feng Yin is concerned about, and the mobile phone immediately searches, and it seems to be okay, but it is necessary to find the buyer you like.

To put it bluntly, philately is all about personal preference.

If you like it, it's worth a thousand dollars, and what you don't like is better than a blank piece of paper.

After closing the page, Feng Yin looked at the white envelope, which only had her address on it, not even a phone number, and no postmark, which meant that someone had left it downstairs.

"Who is so rich and has a bad brain-"

Speaking of this, the wind groaned and stretched out a hand and raised five fingers.

"Lin Yu is counted as one, Zhang Boer can also be counted as one, and that Cui Tianze can also be counted as one, although he is the male protagonist, but his brain does not look very good at the moment....hmm....can Cheng Yanqiu be counted as one? There is money, and there seems to be a brain. ”

After calculating it, why are so many people stupid and rich in her life?

She even suspected that she must have been too clever to take away her wealth.

The self-teasing wind groaned and tore open the envelope and pulled out a piece of stationery from inside.

Unfolded, the flowing handwriting allowed her to exclude Zhang Boer, Lin Yu, as for Cui Tianze, she didn't know much about it, but when she saw the words inside, she was surprised for a moment. (End of chapter)