The wind groaning that left from Feng Yingying's residence, where is the hysteria just now.

She got into the car calmly, and the driver, Li Sanyi, turned around and asked, "It's done." ”

"Alright, let's go."

Feng Yin looked in one direction through the car window: Feng Yingying, what you owe to the original owner, you have to pay it back.

Feng Yin lowered her head and opened her phone, casually entered an app, and one of the three or four swipes must be about her.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Sanyi asked, Feng Yin's fingers slid up and down a few times, and he laughed a little louder.

"I'm laughing at the reaction of netizens."

Feng Yin, who thought of something, said: "It must be interesting to know that I left later, and I can still enjoy the expression of the wind." ”

Li Sanyi, who was driving, heard the door and asked, "Haven't you been hacked by the whole network?" ”

"No, not even half, netizens said that I am a ruin, I am the supremacy of moneyism, I have never concealed it, and I inherited my grandmother's property reasonably, what's wrong?"

"Interesting, so interesting."

Feng Yin looked at the comments of netizens and concluded: "See, don't set up any character if you have nothing to do, the truth is the gold medal for avoiding death, of course, the premise is not to break the law." ”

Li Sanyi agreed: "You're right, it's good to be real, but now most artists don't have real materials, and they don't package it to be real." ”

"You're right, like me—"

"Don't boast, there's a barbecue stand in front of you, isn't it?"

Li Sanyi knows Feng Yin too well, she must be praising herself.

Feng Yin put away her phone and looked out the window with a light smile.

"You're in for a treat?"

"I didn't even think I'd ask you for a treat."

The two of them laughed, Li Sanyi stopped, and the two of them abandoned the heated discussion on the Internet and ate a small barbecue.

Li San watched Feng Yin drink three bottles of beer and make dozens of meat skewers.

Because he had to drive, he could only watch, not drink.

The trend on the Internet is something that Feng Yingying does not want to see.

In the rental house, Feng Yingying sat on the door panel that was propped up, angry at a mobile phone.

"Is there something wrong with you? You don't mind why Feng Yin does anything! ”

"It's normal for her to worship money, but others are sick when they worship money, but I think you are sick!"

"Ah——- why! Why is this happening! It shouldn't be like this! ”

Feng Yingying was driven crazy and screamed in the rental house.

"Boom, Boom—"

The sound of the wall banging next door.

"Less fucking barking! Looking for a draw in the middle of the night! ”

The fat man with the arm next door is scaring the wind again.

Feng Yingying, who was already angry and pent-up, finally reached the brink of collapse amid all kinds of abuse from the flower-armed man.

"Ah——— why are you all bullying me!"

"Bully me, look at me as a bully, I'm going to make any of you feel bad!"

Feng Yingying lowered her head and muttered to herself, her eyes crazy.

"Drip-drip-drip-"

Feng Yingying's phone rang, and she mechanically slid the answer button.

"Feng Yingying, clean up tomorrow, make yourself look better, I arranged a blind date for you, tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, don't be late, the address will be sent to you later."

The phone was hung up.

Ding-dong, a short message came in.

####酒店, followed by the room number.

Feng Yingying smiled mockingly.

"You really think I'm a fool! The blind date went to the hotel room. ”

"Hahahaha, you want to sell me, I don't have any use value, right, hahahaha, great, it's good."