“Feng Yin!”
Feng Yin looked at Cheng Yanqiu who was calling her, and only heard Cheng Yanqiu say, “Don’t be hurt, you must get married beautifully.”
“Don’t worry, you are much more important than her.”
“Oh–Call the police.”
Before Feng Yin got off the car, he put two daggers around his waist, put weapons in his boots, and got off with a baseball bat in his hand.
Of course, the live broadcast mobile phone was also taken away.
“I got off the car because I had the ability to escape unscrupulously. If you meet me, don’t be soft-hearted. Protecting yourself at any time is the most correct thing.”
Netizens were silent by Feng Yin.
They seem to have morally kidnapped Feng Yin?
However, is Feng Yin’s back a little excited?
It must be an illusion.
Is it true?
With a click, Feng Yin got off the car with a baseball bat.
As soon as she got off the car, Zhang Boer sat in the driver’s seat, locked all the windows, and was ready at any time.
Li Sanyi put down the Ala behind him, and the car door was closed.
In the morning light, Feng Yin’s back was pulled long.
The tall girl, with the baseball stick in her hand dragging on the road, sizzling and a tall dog beside her.
If you should say it, there is a kind of violent beauty that contrasts with the ultimate.
Is Feng Yin soft-hearted?
Of course not.
She knew something was wrong outside.
So what if you know?
She just happened to want to fight.
Self-defense, it’s pretty good.
Feng Yin was violent in her bones, but in this restricted era, she hid.
“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu-“
When the woman saw Feng Yin coming down, her first reaction was to hug Feng Yin’s legs and hold them tightly.
Feng Yin’s sarcastic smile flashed by.