Feng Yin and Li Sanyi, carrying Ala with a bag of dog food in their arms, went down from the elevator. Zhang Boer had already driven out the car, and Lin Yu was waiting with a box.
“What breakfast? Such a luxurious box.”
“Boss, this is a makeup box.”
Lin Yu opened a button and Feng Yin saw the rich man’s makeup box.
She took out a brow pencil and lipstick from Shitou’er, threw it to Lin Yu and said, “I’ll give you my makeup box too.”
Lin Yu hurriedly took it, and took a pen and looked at it again and again.
“Boss, isn’t this a pencil?”
“Yes, natural color.”
Lin Yu felt that he could not refute it, and just said in a question: “Can that wash it off?”
“Do you see if there is something on my face?”
Lin Yu shook her head.
“That’s because I’m useless.”
A nonsense made Feng Yin say even more nonsense.
“Boss, listening to your words is better than listening to them.”
Wei Linyu, who was praised without hesitation, praised.
“Yes, nonsense literature has made progress.”
Feng Yin finally sat down and explained, “I took the wrong eyebrow pencil when I bought it.”
Lin Yu was very curious about where to buy an eyebrow pencil to make a pencil.
The discussion about eyebrow pencil fell temporarily. Li Sanyi handed the breakfast to Feng Yin. Zhang Boer had finished eating and drove and set off.
Big buns, red dates and soy milk.
Feng Yin ate two but didn’t eat enough, but Li Sanyi refused to let him eat it.
“Snap the time to read the script. I found out that the director watched your last live video and thought of using yours. If this time is successful, we will have the opportunity to show our faces on film and television, and there should be more opportunities in the future.”
“Oh.”