"The kind that throws checks?"

"How much is your one-tenth of your inheritance, give me a number, and I'll compare it with your mother."

Cheng Yanqiu lowered his eyebrows, looked at the empty palm, his hand was taken away by the excited wind groan, and he was settling the account with his fingers.

Cheng Yanqiu's hand clenched into a fist slightly, naturally raised it, and shook a few fingers of Feng Yin's accounting.

The warmth in his hand returned again, and Cheng Yanqiu said with great satisfaction: "I'm going to disappoint you, my mother will probably not throw you a check, as for what to do and what to say, I don't know, she just wants to meet you." ”

"That's right..... okay."

Feng Yin sat back in his place, distanced himself from Cheng Yanqiu, picked up the neglected roasted sweet potato on the side, and started eating.

Cheng Yanqiu stared at the roasted sweet potato, and there seemed to be sparks in his eyes.

"You want to eat?"

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head.

"What are you not eating, are you drugged?"

"Y-you can't think of me."

Feng Yin pursed his lips and said very bluntly: "I, a person who is waiting for you to die and divide the inheritance, what can I think of." ”

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head and smiled, and said dotingly: "Yes." ”

Feng Yin continued to eat sweet potatoes, but her heart was a little hairy.

Is her boyfriend Cheng Yanqiu's acting skills so good in the book?

I always feel that he has changed a little bit of his previous poisonous routine?

Such a Cheng Yanqiu, another wind is so scared.

"I've found all the herbs you want."

Cheng Yanqiu's words interrupted Feng Yin's train of thought, and when he heard Feng Yin, who had found all the medicinal materials, he instantly threw away the fear.

"Okay, do you have a place where I can concoct medicinal materials?"

"Yes."

"Ready, I ——- think about it, when does your mother want to see me? I'll schedule a time. ”

It takes time to concoct medicinal materials, and there is a live broadcast in between, so it really needs to be arranged.

"My mom is a bit similar to you, and she does whatever she wants right away, so when do you have time?"

Feng Yin tilted his head, and the two words of doubt tentatively said: "Now?" ”

"I'll get in touch."

Cheng Yanqiu called his mother in front of Feng Yin, explaining that he had received Feng Yin, and Feng Yin had promised to meet.

Cheng Yanqiu's mother on the other side of the phone also asked about the time, and after asking the same two words as Feng Yin, Cheng Yanqiu set a place for the two to meet.

The car turned a corner and went to the location set by Cheng Yanqiu.

Feng Yin didn't expect it to be so fast, and the clothes she was wearing didn't seem to fit.

"My clothes?"

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the wind and yin, short sleeves and jeans, clean and refreshing, very suitable for wind yin.

"What's wrong with the clothes, you look good in anything."

The sudden praise made Feng Yin touch Cheng Yanqiu's forehead with one hand, there is no fever, is this child terminally ill?

Is it too late for her to make medicine now?

"What do you think, don't worry, you won't be ashamed of my mother if you wear anything."

“？”

Feng Yin doubted the authenticity of Cheng Yanqiu's words, but she was a person with a good mentality and would never be self-defeating.

The car kept driving and soon drove to the vicinity of a famous shopping mall in the city.

It was a little late at this time, and in the dark sky, the lights around the mall building were flashing in various colors.

"This is my mother's WeChat, you pass it, I also sent you the phone number, she doesn't let me participate in the conversation between you, I'm waiting for you outside."

Feng Yin nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Wind groaning?"

Feng Yin, who was driving, bent down and looked at Cheng Yanqiu in the car.

"You are who you are, and you don't need any change."