Feng Yin left Feng Yingying’s residence, where there was no hysteria just now.
She got into the car calmly, and the driver Li Sanyi turned around and asked, “It’s done.”
“It’s done, let’s go.”
Feng Yin looked through the car window in one direction: Feng Yingying, you have to pay back all the things you owe to the original owner.
Feng Yin lowered her head and opened her phone, entered an app casually. If you browse three or four, one of them must be about her.
“Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
Li Sanyi asked, Feng Yin’s fingers slid up and down a few times, and laughed louder.
“I’m laughing at the reaction of netizens.”
Feng Yin, who thought of something, said, “It must be interesting to be able to appreciate Feng Yingying’s expression if he knew he would leave later.”
Li Sanyi, who was driving, heard the trick and asked, “Hasn’t you been hacked by the whole network?”
“No, not even half of it. Netizens said that I am just a ruin. Moneyism is the supremacy, and never concealed it. What’s wrong with inheriting my grandmother’s property? “
“Interesting, so interesting.”
Feng Yin looked at the comments of netizens and summarized: “Did you see, don’t set up any character? The truth is the gold medal for avoiding death. Of course, the premise is not to break the law.”
Li Sanyi agreed, “You are right, it’s true, it’s very good, but most artists nowadays don’t have real materials, so what’s the truth if you don’t pack it.”
“You are right, like me–“
“Stop praising, will there be a barbecue stall in front of you?”
Li Sanyi knows Feng Yin so well, she must praise herself.
Feng Yin put away his phone and looked out the window with a smile.
“You treat?”
“I never thought about treating you.”
The two laughed, Li Sanyi stopped the car, and the two of them abandoned the hot discussions on the Internet and had a small barbecue.
Li Sanyi watched Feng Yin drink three bottles of beer and pick up dozens of meat skewers.
Because he had to drive, he could only watch and not drink.