A man walked into a party of the celebrity.
After seeing this, Feng Yin said to Lin Yu, “The main purpose is here.”
“What pig’s waist?”
Feng Yin slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Yu with a longing face.
“Where did you hear about pig’s waist?”
“Zhang Bo’er!”
Lin Yu held up his cell phone, which was Zhang Bo’er’s circle of friends, and was eating waist flowers with her mouth wide open.
“This technique is also OK. How did he make the waist flower so beautiful and the people so ugly.”
“I wonder, boss, is the waist flower delicious?”
“Have you eaten it before?”
The two of them discussed whether the waist flower is delicious at a socialite party.
“Lin Yu——”
The initiator of the celebrity party, the girl with a pink dress with a fake baby sound, is said to be of the same family background as Lin Yu, came again.
This time, she didn’t come by herself, and the man who came in stood beside her.
With Feng Yin’s many years of bloody experience, this man must have an unknown identity.
However, a waist flower didn’t give her time to ask.
“This sister, where did you do the surgery? The effect is really good, and you feel a bit like a man.”
Feng Yin’s praise words interrupted the next performance of the woman in the pink skirt, and even the face of the man next to her changed.
“What are you talking nonsense? He is a man, my boyfriend.”
“Oh—-”
Feng Yin raised his hands and took a step back, saying sincerely: “Congratulations on crossing gender and finding true love.”
“Are you wrong? He is a man!”
“How is this possible? Isn’t this a socialite party? Where did the man come from?”