Feng Yin remembered the first live broadcast she had just crossed over, and she was carrying cement.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were all scolding, and she bet with netizens to pay off her debts within half a year, and if she succeeded, netizens would apologize to her.

At that time, she also had a small hot search with this.

The gambling contract was magnified, and many people participated.

Thinking of the wind chanting here, he suddenly sighed, and persuaded netizens very empathetically: "It's been so long, forget it." ”

"It's not a big deal to talk about, and I can't remember everyone, you just have a clear conscience."

"I think back then, I didn't even have a hundred yuan in my body, and I was reluctant to eat a boxed lunch with cement....."

Speaking of the wind groaning in the sad place, he pretended to bow his head sadly, and continued to persuade: "You must not apologize, don't ......"

[The style of painting has changed a little quickly, are you taking the miserable route? ] 】

[Feng Yin, do you still remember, how miserable you scolded netizens in the first live broadcast? ] I have a record here, show you? 】

[Is this an anti-routine for us, although I understand it, but how can there be an irrepressible impulse in my bones! ] 】

[You keep saying that your acting skills are poor, today I finally have an experience, don't act, spicy eyes. ] 】

Feng Yinming's acting skills in miserable dress were instantly seen through by netizens.

She smiled, and her recovery was not as fast as usual.

"Look, I really have a long IQ in my live broadcast room."

In a second, he resumed his boastful wind moaning and did not continue to talk about apologies.

It's not that she's generous, it's that she understands human nature.

At this time, the more urging and persecution, the more unwilling people are to do it.

There is still a chance to win by retreating.

The wind is blowing happily, and the simple work is 100% fun for her.

Climbing ladders and stepping on stools is not a problem for Feng Yin at all.

"Let's have some music, I'll sing you a song."

Feng Yin was in good spirits, holding a brush in one hand, brushing around the wall, shaking his head.

"I'm a stucco maker, and I'm good at painting..."

The familiar children's songs evoke a memory in the live broadcast room and lead a group of people to relax.

"I'm going to paint that new house very—no."

The singing stopped.

The wind roaring on the ladder called out to the master who had not appeared in the scene.

"Master Luo, come and see, why is there a crack in this wall?"

Master Luo carried the ladder over, and after climbing up, he touched the wall with one hand, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

Along the crack in the wall, Master Luo got off the ladder, squatted down, and stomped on the ground with one foot.

"Empty?"

"I didn't say that I gave the basement."

Master Luo was a little apprehensive in his heart, the news of the owner digging the basement privately is not uncommon, and there are always people who feel that it is okay if they are not discovered.

How can it be okay?

The foundation of the first floor will be dug up.

"I'll come."

Feng Yin stepped forward and pushed Master Luo away, not letting Master Luo continue to get started.

She is not afraid to offend people.

Master Luo still has to mix in this industry.

Wind whispered one hand on the ground, lifted the curtain that covered the ground, and a sliding door that could be opened was seen.

With one hand, Wind Whisper pulled open the sliding door that fit the floor, and descended the spiral staircase, where a basement that had almost hollowed out the entire bottom of the building came into view.

"Get out, all out!"

"Call the police immediately."

Feng Yin saw a crack in the corner of the wall, and with a slight touch, the cracked cement slag fell.

She thought of yesterday's earthquake, and the bad feeling in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Everyone was chased out by the wind, and she herself ran out with her.