Feng Yin asked Li Sanyi and the other two to stand behind her and not disturb her integration.
Feng Yin tucked her clothes into her waist, and her legs were tied up, revealing a pair of black BJ cloth shoes. She stood behind a group of old men, with her hands professionally backwards.
[The hands are very professional, and the footsteps are more professional. 】
[I just realized something, Feng Yin was wearing the old man’s style today. 】
[Hahahaha! I just realized that Feng Yin was wearing an old man’s shirt. 】
[Those pants and those shoes, I suspect you took them from my grandfather’s closet. 】
But next, there are even more outrageous things.
I saw Feng Yin Yi and looked backwards, with his palm facing up.
In the camera, a nice hand handed out a transparent kettle, with dates, wolfberry and tremella.
Professional!
Anyone who watched the live broadcast was stunned by Feng Yin’s sexy actions, and then they laughed loudly.
“General! Hahahaha, old Hao, Cheng Ren Cheng Ren.”
“Hmph, I’m so embarrassed to win once.”
The chess game that was watched by many people happened to play, and everyone around who were watching the fun could speak.
A real gentleman who watched the chess without saying anything, no one wants to be villains.
“The last two steps are good.”
“No, if the horse in front of Lao Hao hadn’t taken the wrong step, he wouldn’t have lost.”
“Yes.”
“Hey, little girl… what are you doing?”
Finally someone discovered Feng Yin, and Feng Yin performed a face-changing skill for the live broadcast audience.
She smiled well and cutely, and knew politeness and was definitely the younger generation that the old man liked.