“Just find someone who is equally rich.”
If you should say it, Cui Tianze’s words make some sense.
Zhang Boer agreed, “You are right. As expected, you rich people are smart. I, a nouveau riche, can’t keep up with your thinking. No wonder I can’t spend money.”
Zhang Boer turned around and looked at Feng Yin with a bit of silly asked, “Boss, do you want to introduce me to a partner?”
Feng Yin drove the car and glanced at Zhang Boer and said, “I only have Cheng Yanqiu, do you want to introduce it to you?”
Zhang Boer choked and didn’t want it.
Feng Yin no longer joked: “You can start a blind date and find someone who matches your own interests.”
Zhang Boer thought for a while and said that she would consider it.
He still wants to get married.
Feng Yin didn’t say much, and after sending Cui Tianze and Le Nan back to their residence, he took Zhang Boer back to the community.
Feng Yin didn’t see Grandma Yun when she got home. She probably went out for a walk.
The early December is about to pass, and this year’s Spring Festival is in January, which means that the New Year will be celebrated in more than a month.
Feng Yin was yawning and arranged things in her mind, and she would accompany Grandma Yun to celebrate the New Year this year.
After the Chinese New Year, she will accompany Grandma Yun out for a walk.
There is not much time left.
The latest major event is only the live broadcast with Go master Mizuki, which is a move she pushes herself to a higher level.
She wants the lower nine-rate, and she wants the Yangchun Baixue too.
After passing through my mind, Feng Yin went to the bathroom to take a shower.
If you want to say that taking someone else in the mountains is probably a matter of taking a bath.
Feng Yin, who came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair with one hand and heard a sound coming from the living room.
Huh?
Cheng Yanqiu?
Feng Yin, who subconsciously accelerated his pace, walked to the living room and his eyes lit up.
“When did you come back?”