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

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Cheng Yanqiu, who was in bed, skillfully pressed the power off button and covered his head with the quilt.

The person at the door clicked on the light in the house with a snap.

Cheng Yanqiu opened his eyes sleepily, and said in a tone as if he was awakened from a deep sleep: "Who—"

"Who? Cheng Yanqiu, pretend for me!"

The threat was full, Cheng Yanqiu stopped pretending, his head came out, he opened his eyes with a smile, and grinned at the man standing at the door.

"Second brother."

Cheng Yanxia looked at the playful and smiling Cheng Yanqiu with a headache. She didn't dare to show a smile at all. This guy dared to open a dyeing workshop even if he gave three points of color.

"Shut down, sleep, or... stop your notifications."

"Don't, don't, I'm going to sleep now."

Cheng Yanqiu turned off the phone very obediently, covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Cheng Yanxia shook her head uneasily, turned off the light, went out and closed the door.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was under the quilt, was scratching his heart and liver, and the gossip hadn't caught up yet.

He comforted himself thinking: sleep now, get up early tomorrow morning.

But the more he thought about falling asleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep.

That night Cheng Yanqiu's head was in a daze, let alone getting up early the next morning, he didn't get up at all because he was sick.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was already suffering from food poisoning, and did not have a good rest, started to have a low-grade fever the next day.

Cheng's family is no stranger to it. The doctor who has been staying all year round has checked Cheng Yanqiu and said that the problem is not serious, and he will recover after a few days of rest.

Cheng Yanqiu didn't care about his body at all, he was only happy that he could finally follow gossip with peace of mind.

Cheng Yanqiu finally turned on his mobile phone, and first swiped through Weibo. When he saw Feng Yin's crazy updates, he immediately became interested and changed to another software to find Feng Yin's live broadcast.

As soon as I entered the live broadcast room, I found that the live broadcast room was very popular.

At around 4 o'clock in the morning, more than [-] people were watching the live broadcast room.

In the live broadcast room, Feng Yin was still dressed in orange, holding a broom and pickle, sweeping the street.

The unique voice came from the mobile phone, and the corners of Cheng Yanqiu's mouth rose, feeling full of spiritual satisfaction.

"Go to the police station and commit a crime? Then why did you go to the cemetery and come back alive!"

"Go back to the law school if you have nothing to do. I just don't have the money to hire a lawyer right now. How about suing all of you who spread the rumors and let you pay for the damage to my reputation."

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes became brighter the more he looked, as if he had discovered a treasure.

"I didn't expect that there are people as brave as me in the entertainment industry. Why didn't I find out before."

Cheng Yanqiu, who was talking to himself, immediately followed Fengyin's live broadcast room and added a special reminder.

In this way, he will know as soon as Feng Yin starts broadcasting.

At the same time, Feng Yin, who was sweeping the street, was still coolly attacking the black fans in the live broadcast room.

There are more black fans today than in the past, and the scolding is so ruthless.

Who made a big melon who entered the palace three times yesterday make the black fans think that they have the sword of Shang Fang in their hands, they are the party of justice, and cursing people is to eliminate harm for the people.

Feng Yin scanned it again and again, and Zhang Boer, a part-time videographer, was responsible for reading some comments with her.

"Boss Feng, this person said that you are shameless and a scum."

"This scolds you for being shameless, coming out to do fake good deeds, and setting up people."

"This curse will make you step on the sewing machine for the rest of your life."

Feng Yin, who was sweeping the street, finally straightened up and looked at Zhang Bo'er with deep eyes.

"Zhang Boer, don't read the ones that scold me, get something fresh."

Zhang Bo stared at the phone with eyebrows for a minute, then looked at Fengyin cautiously and said, "Boss Feng, what should I do if there is no one who doesn't scold you?"

"How about...I'll make something up for you."

(End of this chapter)