Feng Yin was fantasizing about his future famous scenes. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He even stood up, holding a shoe in his hand, pretending it was a certificate, and threw it out after brushing it.
“Isn’t it just a certificate!”
“Well–the lines are not very good. I have to throw them out in a low profile. I don’t care.”
Feng Yin picked up another slipper on the ground and threw them out as if he was casual.
“Are you talking about this?”
“Well—it’s still going to settle, it needs to be strengthened.”
Feng Yin continued his crazy actions, and the movement at the door made her turn and look over.
“Ala?”
“You——Cheng Yanqiu!”
Feng Yin’s tone was in danger.
“Did you see it?”
“Although I don’t know what famous scenes you are fantasizing about, I don’t think slippers are good substitutes, and you have to play like it even if you want to play.”
Cheng Yanqiu’s voice came over, and it turned out that at some point, Alla and him had a phone call.
“I have got a few trophys. Do you want it? I’ll lend it to you for fun?”
“No.”
Feng Yin pushed Ala out and closed the door.
“Hereace, heritage, heritage, heritage.”
After reciting the loud voice four times, Feng Yin felt relieved.
The emotions came quickly and went faster. She threw herself on the bed with her feet swaying in the air.
“Come and see, what problems have netizens asked me.”
Meager, log in, check the comments first, and interact with netizens.
“Why are there too many people praising me?”