Isn’t Feng Yin here to work?
The answer is yes.
So there is no such thing as whether to fire or not.
Unfortunately, the little potatoes don’t know that they are still happy with their influence.
Feng Yin, who left the boxing gym, vented the irritability in his heart, and the soreness in his waist came.
It doesn’t hurt very much, but it doesn’t hurt very much.
This feeling…
“Boss, do you want to eat ice cream? I’ll treat you!”
Zhang Boer felt so happy when he looked at the boxing. It was rare to pay for the treat. Li Sanyi had already finished the live broadcast and was about to buy the most expensive ice cream.
“Not to eat.”
Feng Yin said he wouldn’t eat, and Li Sanyi quickly turned his head.
“Injured?”
“Boss, are you going to die?”
“Boss, are you okay?”
Three people, with a unified expression.
Feng Yin felt like he was terminally ill in an instant, and the three of them were ready to attend the funeral for her at any time.
“I’m not injured, I don’t want to eat.”
Zhang Boer secretly glanced at Li Sanyi and exchanged eyes with a frown.
“Boss, I’m talking about my treat, it’s free, don’t you?”
Zhang Boer asked, and the other two were waiting for the answer.
“Is there anything wrong with me not eating ice cream? My sister has held the rich boyfriend, and I still have one ice cream left for you.”
Feng Yin shook his head proudly and walked forward.
The threesome behind looked at each other, and always felt something was wrong.
Are you thigh-hugging conflicts with liking for free?
No conflict!
This is still the truth taught to them by Feng Yin.
“Boss is very strange.”
“Did you hit the head just now?”