After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Cheng Yanqiu.

Feng Yin thought of people, but never thought that he could do this.

There are three lines of words on the unfolded light blue letter paper.

Feng Yin was the first line of the two characters. The elegant font made Feng Yin feel that she was being valued. She shook her head and threw away this illusion.

Looking further down, the second line says Happy Chinese Valentine's Day. Please go downstairs to check your Chinese Valentine's Day gift. The last line is signed with the words Cheng Yanqiu.

A picture scroll appeared in front of Feng Yin's eyes.

In the cool and bright room, there is a wooden writing desk by the window.

Cheng Yanqiu sat against the light, the beams of light scattered above his head and flowing along his shoulders. A beautiful hand was holding a pen, and the rustling sound of writing was the melody of the entire room.

It seemed as if I could see him piously writing every word.

"My brain is itchy. It must be because I didn't wash my hair."

Feng Yin put down the letter in his hand, stuffed it back into the envelope, took a deep breath, and took out his cell phone.

"Well, that's right."

"There is no such perfect lover. Only the love brain can lead a perfect life."

"There are too many things in my head, and I don't have a love brain."

"Sure enough, I feel much more awake after watching two episodes of The Dismembered Corpse Case."

"When you are in love, you must not think about it."

"Besides, he is destined to die. I still want to work hard to live longer. When I die, there will be a beautiful nursing home waiting for me."

"As the saying goes, if you work harder today, there will be eight more male models tomorrow!"

Feng Yin, whose brain suddenly cleared, put on slippers and pajamas and prepared to go downstairs.

It’s not a good idea to be romantically inclined, but you still have to accept gifts as they should, otherwise you don’t want to hurt others’ hearts too much.

Go downstairs, enter the password, and open the door.

Petals pave the way…

Feng Yin conveniently took a sundry box at the door, poured the things out, and picked up flower petals. "Take it back and make it into dried flowers. You can also use it for aromatherapy. The petals are of good quality."

Picking it up from the door to the living room, Feng Yin saw the first card on the ground. She picked it up and opened it.

"I guess you're picking up petals."

Feng Yin subconsciously raised his head, was it being monitored?

He threw the card into the basket and continued to pick up petals, from the living room to the kitchen?
Who brings gifts to the kitchen?
Facts have proved that Cheng Yanqiu will.

In the kitchen, Feng Yin found the second card.

"Open the refrigerator."

Feng Yin held the card in his hand and said to himself: "If you want to use this method to trick me into cooking, you will never succeed.

The basket of petals was put aside, and Feng Yin opened the refrigerator with both hands.

Shining warm yellow lights flashed around the cake box in the middle.

There was a third card on the cake box. Feng Yin opened it and was amused.

It says: Are you feeling sorry for the cake that was thrown away today?

Feng Yin took out the cake box and accidentally dropped another card.

"and also?"

She put the cake on the table and picked up the card that fell on the floor. Before the card was opened, she saw the next gift.

On the lower shelf of the refrigerator, there is a packaged box.

Feng Yin opened the card on the ground, which read: On the first Chinese Valentine's Day, I always give you some gifts. I think you will like it.

"I like it? I like money——"

Feng Yin, who had already opened the gift box, stopped, looked at a box of red banknotes, and smiled beautifully.

There was a final note on the banknote that read: Did you laugh?
Feng Yin took out his mobile phone, took a selfie and sent it to Cheng Yanqiu. PS: Smiled, thank you for the Qixi Festival, I like it very much. (End of chapter)