Feng Yin looked at the policeman who turned around one step and looked at Zhang Bo’er lying on the table, and nodded.
“It’s not unreasonable, this guy is too rich.”
Is the police’s suspicion reasonable?
“Boss, the police seem to think you have murdered Zhang Boer.”
Lin Yu understood the silly princess Lin Yu, and Feng Yin looked at her with a funny look and asked, “What do you think?”
“I think… the boss can’t.”
“Why don’t I know you have so much confidence in me?”
Lin Yu smiled and pointed at herself and said, “I think I am the boss’s first goal.”
Feng Yin almost squirted out the drink in her mouth.
“How can you compare with Zhang Boer? He is alone, without father or mother, and you can’t stand ahead of him with huge wealth.”
Lin Yu thought for a moment.
“But I have more money than him!”
The conversation between the two people sobered up Zhang Boer on the opposite side.
“Boss, can you two change places to discuss killing me?”
Feng Yin put down the skewers in his hand and shook his head.
“No, I am the one who says one is one, and two is two. How can I do things on my back?”
The three of them were chatting with each other and they were in a mess.
After a small barbecue beer, Feng Yin became the driver.
When Feng Yin sat behind the steering wheel, she stroked the steering wheel with both hands, and a feeling of nostalgia spreads wildly.
“Boss, brake on your left foot and accelerator on your right foot. That’s where the ignition is lit.”
Zhang Boer, the co-pilot, pointed at a point and asked a little worriedly: “Boss, can you drive?”
He seemed to have never seen Feng Yin drive?
“I haven’t touched the steering wheel for a long time. Build up the seat belt and set off.”
Ignite, start, set off, and complete in one go.