Li San said it was a long time since he went there, and he said it was a bit lonely.
“Comrade Li Sanyi, let me recall for you. When we went to film in the past, you were all squatting in the corner with lunch boxes. What are you missing?”
After Feng Yin’s reminder, Li Sanyi suddenly woke up.
“I forgot!”
Feng Yin held the phone, shook her head and laughed, looked at the comment area, and touched Alaska with her other hand.
“Why are you squatting and eating a box lunch? Because it’s too difficult to eat on the upside down, you always have to give Li San a way out.”
“Memories kill? I don’t have memories. I’m all killing money, but now I’m killing poorly.”
Feng Yin chatted with the live broadcast room. There are still people in the live broadcast room, but there are many fewer people.
A bunch of gossip news appeared in the comment area of the live broadcast room that began to ask about the entertainment industry.
“What, are they together? Why don’t I know?”
“Pretty? I don’t exist, okay? I don’t have time to pay attention to these things. I work every day, you all watch.”
“Of course I know that the entertainment industry makes money, but you have to know that the people who make money are only those at the top of the pyramid.”
Feng Yin rarely chats seriously, and the car drives towards the film and television base.
At the same time, Cheng Yanqiu, who had just finished filming a scene, opened Feng Yin’s live broadcast room in his RV.
“Ala?”
Cheng Yanqiu took the phone and quickly contacted the assistant.
“Why is my Allah in Fengyin?”
The assistant who received the call, the black short-sleeved man, changed his crying voice in the blink of an eye.
“Brother Qiu – please let me go. I really can’t care about Allah. It doesn’t listen to me at all, and I can’t beat it!”
“I can only find a lot of money to find someone walking the dog every day, but one walks one by one, and no one can stick to it.”