Feng Yin finally remembered, Allah!
Allah didn’t get in the car.
“Stop the car!”
Brother Zhao suddenly braked in front, Li Sanyi, Zhang Boer and Lin Yu went backwards and forwards one after another, and Zhang Boer even hit the railing of the tricycle.
“Boss———”
Feng Yin has already jumped down.
“Allah forgot!”
Feng Yin shouted, and all three people and everyone in the live broadcast room knew about it.
[Feng Yin and Alla really don’t separate wherever they go]
[If I earn 30,000 yuan a month to raise a dog, I will not separate. 】
[Guess what Allah did? 】
The live broadcast camera moves backwards and backwards as Li Sanyi moves.
“Alla—release!”
“No – not ours!”
“I know the little local chicken is delicious, but it doesn’t work, let go!”
The mess has a specific scene.
A hen flew up one meter high with half of her wings. Ala jumped up in front of her, and Feng Yin hugged Ala’s hind legs hard from behind.
A chicken, a dog, and a person, form a stepped shape, decreasing in sequence, arranged in a row.
Flying feathers floated in the air.
“Gret——”
The hen giggled, and a round, hot egg fell from the air and hit Alla’s head.
But Ala had soft hair on her head, and the egg rolled down along Ala’s body.
“Pick”
The crisp sound of the shell breaking exploded on Feng Yin’s head.
In the morning, I was still making fun of Feng Yin, who used eggs to wash his brain, and in the blink of an eye, I looked the same as Lin Yu.
“Ah—————”
Feng Yin roared, and the whole picture seemed to be slow motion of a movie. Alla was pulled down by Feng Yin, and the hen that threw the eggs ran away in panic.
The whole scene is humorous and funny, and the movie can’t even produce this effect if it is deliberately shot.