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

Feng Yin, who left the funeral, really put this thing down.

There's not much sadness, and she's not going to use it to her advantage.

A bouquet of chrysanthemums for the coming year is probably the fate between her and Qian Ming.

Feng Yin drove his truck and contacted Cheng Yanqiu.

She was going to concoct the medicine.

Cheng Yanqiu didn't know what Feng Yin wanted the medicinal materials for, but he knew it was important to Feng Yin.

"I will go back to my old house to wait for you and accompany you."

"it is good."

Feng Yin replied, hung up the phone, and drove the truck towards Cheng's house.

On the way back, Feng Yin chose the expressway on the viaduct. There were no red lights along the way, and there was no traffic jam at this time, so it would be fast.

Feng Yin, who was driving normally, only felt a push from her rear buttocks, and the sound of impact reached her eardrums at the same time. She subconsciously stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to prevent the rear-end collision from expanding further.

The sound of brakes sounded one after another. Fortunately, it was not a slippery road. Only two cars collided with each other. Feng Yin was the one who was rear-ended.

A rear-end collision is considered a minor accident, and Feng Yin was in front, so the car behind could just use insurance, so there was nothing to quibble about.

Feng Yin got out of the car, and the driver of the car behind him also got out and apologized to her.

He has a good attitude and takes the initiative to take responsibility.

The cars passing by slowly passed by, and Feng Yin smiled.

"You came from the side lane and hit my car specifically."

The driver behind the accident was a young man. He clasped his hands together in embarrassment and kept praying to the wind: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I - I -"

"It's okay. If I were you, I would also choose my car. Those two cars look expensive at first sight."

Feng Yin's friendly attitude made the owner of the car responsible for the accident feel relieved and at the same time feel even more embarrassed.

He did think so.

Everything happened too fast, and he stepped on the accelerator for some reason. His mind mistook the accelerator for the brake. He subconsciously glanced at the cars in front of him, a Maybach and a Xiaobenben.     Only the sidemost lane is a sacred truck.

Take photos, book insurance, and settle claims quickly.

Everything was very process and very fast. It took two people less than ten minutes to complete the insurance process.

The butt of the truck was hit with a dent. Feng Yin felt that if the repair shop made money, it would be a loss. She walked to the back of the car, put one hand in and used force.

With a squeaking sound, the dent in the butt of the car was pushed back. Although there are still some marks, the overall problem is not big.

"Qi Huo, let's go."

Feng Yin got into the truck and left gracefully.

The driver who caused the accident blinked his eyes, leaving a loud exclamation in the air.

After the rear-end incident, Feng Yin got off the expressway at a leisurely pace and drove towards the Cheng family.

The Cheng family's old house is located in the city. It is not a huge manor covering an area of ​​several acres. There is no security guard. It is a house facing the street.

The navigation accurately delivered Feng Yin to the door of Cheng Yanqiu's house. Before she got out of the car, the door opened automatically and she drove in.

Six people stood neatly in the center of the courtyard, and one person sat.

Cheng Yanqiu felt embarrassed and sat in a wheelchair, smiling awkwardly at Feng Yin. There were three people standing on each side of him.

Four men and two women.

The three people on the left are wearing black clothes, and the three people on the right are wearing white clothes.

I’ve seen black and white paired with Feng Yin a lot, but this is the first time I’ve seen black and white paired with Wu Chang like this.

Park, get out.

With a "touch" sound, Feng Yin stood next to the car, with countless joking jokes jumping around on her lips, but she suppressed them with force.

We just met, so restrain yourself.