Being able to say a good thing into a bad thing and a bad thing into a good thing is definitely Feng Yin’s ability.
For example now.
Four people stood in the kitchen, only Feng Yin walked out, she turned around at the door, looked at the three people with a suspicious look.
“I think you three are plotting something.”
The three people standing in a neat row, with their hands behind their backs, must have discussed the matter before going upstairs, and this matter was still aimed at her.
Feng Yin hugged his arm and said leisurely: “Tell me, it won’t be over.”
Li Sanyi: Master, you can’t eat so much seafood by yourself.
Feng Yin looked at Li Sanyi and said with a little disappointment: “You don’t know your master’s appetite first.”
Li Sanyi’s death.
Lin Yu: Boss, you see, this seafood was given by my mother. It should be okay for me to leave it to eat.
Feng Yin looked thoughtful and slapped her in her hand with the phone.
“How do I remember someone said it was given to me?”
Lin Yuzun.
The two of them set their eyes on Zhang Boer, who was thinking with a constipation on his face, and Feng Yin was scared.
“Are you threatening me? I’ll tell you Zhang Bo’er-if it really doesn’t work, you can go to the bathroom quickly!”
“Boss, you cook, let’s give you money!”
“Trade.”
Feng Yin stretched out one hand and formally invited three people to attend tomorrow’s breakfast or lunch after get off work today.
“What about tonight?”
Lin Yu asked a relatively stupid question.
“Live broadcast tonight.”
Oh–Yes, there is a live broadcast tonight, Feng Yin has already said this morning.
“Boss, what are we broadcasting live tonight?”