Allah pretends to be lame.
Feng Yin stared at Allah’s legs, and looked again and again.
“I know you are pretending to be dizzy, but I didn’t expect you to be able to pretend to be lame. You are worthy of being Cheng Yanqiu’s dog, and your acting skills are his.”
“Wool!”
Alah walked over with the steps of dominating the world, and took the initiative to stick to Feng Yin’s trouser legs, enthusiastically making Feng Yin wonder if he had been transferred.
“Say, you are—-hey—-“
Feng Yin had not finished speaking his suspicious words, but he felt that the 1,000 yuan cash paid in his pocket had disappeared.
“Okay, I really underestimate you. If you have trained this strength, wouldn’t you become a generation of thief?”
Grandma Yun next to her was speechless, only Feng Yin’s focus was so strange.
If she was giving this person some time, she would definitely believe that Feng Yin had this ability to become a generation of thieves and dogs.
The unique family of four went upstairs and went home, and Feng Yin was not continuing to work and live broadcast.
Five days have passed since the seven-day holiday. Feng Yin stayed at home for the remaining two days and made a bunch of delicious food with Grandma Yun.
One old and one young, fighting and fighting, fighting and fighting, and turning aside.
During this period, Feng Yin gave Grandma Yun a medicinal bath and massaged her.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to do more, but that Grandma Yun’s cancer cells have spread and cannot be cut off by the end.
She can only extend it as much as possible and reduce pain.
The seven-day holiday passed by, and Li Sanyi rushed back from his hometown on the sixth day.
Nothing else, if you keep going, your ears will be called out.