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

Chapter 902 Wrong thinking

Feng Yin's waist is very thin.

This was Cheng Yanqiu's first feeling.

His chin was placed on Feng Yin's neck, like a large pet, he rubbed it subconsciously and sighed.

"miss you."

Feng Yin was being held, his eyebrows were curved, and his palm was attached to the back of Cheng Yanqiu's hand.

"Yeah, I know, I miss you too."

The tips of Cheng Yanqiu's ears turned red, and his arms tightened again, keeping Feng Yin still in his arms.

very nice.

"Dangdang-Cheng Yanqiu-your luggage!"

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes flashed with unhappiness, being disturbed.

Feng Yin noticed his emotions immediately, turned his head, and touched Cheng Yanqiu's face with his slightly warm lips.

"Be good - go ahead."

The unhappiness in Cheng Yanqiu's eyes disappeared instantly, and the burning heat in his eyes fell on Feng Yin's red lips.

When Feng Yin saw this, he didn't understand why he loved his own man.

The moment Lan Tian pushed the door open and came in, Feng Yin stood up on his tiptoes, and his red lips quickly fell on Cheng Yanqiu's lips.

Cheng Yanqiu was stunned by the unreal soft touch, like a dragonfly touching water.

He wanted to make sure.

It's just that Feng Yin didn't give him a chance, and Lan Tian didn't give him a chance either.

"What smells so good!"

"Oh - there are so many delicious foods, I'm so lucky."

When Lan Tian entered the kitchen, he only had eyes for the dishes and completely ignored Cheng Yanqiu's eyes on him.

"Huh? What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?"

Lan Tian wiped his face with one hand, looked at Cheng Yanqiu stupidly and said, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Cheng Yanqiu looked at Lan Tian's face seriously and said, "It's not okay."

"Ah? What is it!"

Lan Tian shouted and went out to find a mirror.

When Lan Tian went out, Cheng Yanqiu turned to look at Feng Yin sadly, aggrieved and aggrieved. With his delicate face, who could bear this. In short, Feng Yin cannot bear it.

If it weren't for Cheng Yanqiu's poor health, she would have wanted to "eat" him long ago.

"Okay, hurry up and wash your hands. They are all delicious food cooked for you."

Sure enough, men are easy to coax.

When Cheng Yanqiu heard that it was done for him, his grievance turned into happiness. He quickly lowered his head, kissed Feng Yin slyly, and ran away.

Feng Yin in the kitchen smiled helplessly.

"What's the point of doing this secretly? I can't help it."

"Hey - actually I might be more anxious."

Feng Yin muttered and continued cooking, while Cheng Yanqiu was still excited that he kissed Feng Yin.

In the bathroom, he soothed his violently beating heart for a long time, slapped cold water on his face, and finally regained his former clarity.

For dinner, Feng Yin called the trio, Grandma Yun, and Lan Tian.

She did a lot today, and everyone who is acquainted is having dinner together.

After the meal was finished, Zhang Bo'er, Lan Tian and Li Sanyi quickly cleared the table.

After cleaning up, several people left one after another, leaving the two of them some time to get along.

At the door, Grandma Yun, who had returned from the Taoist temple, took Ala and asked, "Are you coming back tonight?"

This is what I asked...

"Go back later."

Grandma Yun said nothing, nodded, and went to take the elevator.

Feng Yin watched Grandma Yun get on the elevator before turning around and entering the house.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Cheng Yanqiu waiting for her, with a little expectant starlight in his eyes.

Why---
Hope it helps!
She wanted to, but she didn't dare.

Feng Yin walked over, took Cheng Yanqiu's hand and said, "You go take a shower first."

"Ah? Okay, I-I'll go right away."

Cheng Yanqiu ran away.

Feng Yin looked at it and thought with a headache: Is this a wrong idea?