Feng Yingying is high-profile @文版, isn’t it better for us to have the next game? The address of a chess club is left behind.
Feng Yingying, who is so high-profile, has been waiting for Feng Yin’s reply after sending the message.
Feng Yingying, who has experienced two failures, changed her strategy. Since she cannot earn popularity by relying on the dead Fengyin, she will rely on the living Fengyin.
As for what she said before, she didn’t mention Feng Yin and didn’t take advantage of the popularity, she chose to ignore it.
As long as she can succeed, everything is wrong now, it will be her hardship on the road to success.
After sending the message, Feng Yingying pinched her phone at home and kept refreshing it, over and over again, but there was still no news from Feng Yin.
“What’s going on? Why didn’t she reply to me?”
“Feng Yin, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, I am the heroine!”
Feng Yingying, who was reborn, has been doubted by Feng Yin’s series of operations that violated her memory.
But she herself is a product of the strange power and chaos, and she dare not find someone who is really capable to expose Feng Yin.
“What’s going on? Why didn’t there be any reply? If she is really a person who is a trick, she should always pay attention to me.”
Feng Yingying muttered to herself and continued to refresh the page, but Feng Yin was so thin that she didn’t move at all.
“It must have been intentional, deliberately letting me go. You are really amazing, you have a few tricks. It’s a great trick to defeat the enemy by not moving.”
Feng Yingying found the most perfect explanation for Feng Yin, and she really thought so herself.
She had never thought about it at all, and Feng Yin didn’t want to pay attention to him at all. Not to mention special attention, even if Feng Yingying jumped in front of her, Feng Yin had to think about whether to deal with her.
At this time, Feng Yin was enjoying her holiday perfectly.
After the meal, she lay on the bed in a posture of weak limbs as if she was lost.
The thick blackout curtains in the house were pulled, the projector’s picture was projected on the roof, and Stephen Chow’s comedy was played overhead.
On the left is a pack of potato chips, on the right is a fruit bowl, next to the pillow is a bottle of drinks, eating and drinking, laughing, so happy.