President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Xiaoxing is the shareholder of this Sichuan restaurant, so Fengyin brought Lijun over to join him.

[Feng Yin] Eating at your Sichuan restaurant, I slapped Miao Wanwan and Miao Qingqing in the face.Cool!

[Xiao Xing] Would you like something more refreshing?
[Feng Yin] Have you ever let me down?
[Xiao Xing] They should drive...

Feng Yin sent a series of thumbs up emoticons.

After 3 minutes, I heard the restaurant's radio shouting, "The owner of the car number is XXXXX, your car was hit by an unknown object upstairs, please go to the parking lot to check immediately!"

Hearing the broadcast, Feng Yin laughed out loud.

"Lijun, what do you think this unknown object is? I'll give you three chances to guess."

Li Jun was drooling at the picture of the pickled fish, when asked by Feng Yin, she said with a cute face, "Sauerkraut fish? Boiled fish? Boiled fish?"

Feng Yin: "...Hehe, it's okay, you can continue to order."

Lijun: "Yeah."

Feng Yin: "..." She doesn't understand the world of foodies.

After a while, the voices of Miao Wanwan and Miao Qingqing scolding mothers came from outside...

Accompanied by the sound, Feng Yin smiled and ordered four dishes and one soup.

Visually, I can eat three bowls of rice in a good mood tonight.

……

After eating almost, Feng Yin got up to go to the bathroom, walked through the long corridor, was about to open the door of the bathroom, suddenly a huge force came from behind, and was about to grab her arm, Feng Yin quickly turned sideways, and at the same time After bending his knees, he pressed against the opponent's lower abdomen without hesitation.

"Ah! Fengyin...it's me..."

The man's suppressed cry of pain came, accompanied by bursts of gasping.

Feng Yin stood still, his clear eyes frosted, and he fixedly looked at the pale-faced Song Ziheng.

Heh... If I had known it was him, I would have tried my best!
"So what if it's you? So what if it's not?" Feng Yin clasped his arms around his chest, with a guarded posture.

Thick cold sweat broke out from Song Ziheng's aching forehead. It came down too fast just now, and he hit it before he could react. What's wrong with Feng Yin now?
Where did the gentle and considerate Feng Yin who was obedient to him before go?

"Feng Yin, I don't believe that you are sincerely treating me like this now! Tell the truth, did Leng Yan force you? Or do you have a last resort? Don't be afraid of hurting me, let alone worry that I will be killed by Leng Yan. Revenge, since I have chosen you, I will not give up."

When Song Ziheng said these words, his eyes were firm and persistent, and there was deep love for her in his eyes.

Now that Song Ziheng has magnified his moves, Feng Yin can't disappoint him, can he?
Feng Yin blinked, and changed into a weak and innocent look, "Song Ziheng, don't just give your mouth to celebrate the New Year! If you really care about me as much as you say, then do me a favor and let me see you sincerity!"

After Feng Yin finished speaking, Song Ziheng squinted his eyes, his eyes were gloomy and congealed, but his face was thoughtful and thoughtful.

"Don't say it's doing you a favor, ten or a hundred will do!" Song Ziheng said, stepping forward to grab Feng Yin's hand.

Feng Yin dodged away, and smiled at him, "As long as you do this, I will believe that you really care about me!"

"You said."

"You know that I am most afraid of Leng Yan. If you want to help me, you have to vent your anger for me. Go and stop Leng Yan's car, and yell at him three times in public: Leng Yan's chrysanthemum! If you do it, I will believe you. "

After Feng Yin finished speaking, Song Ziheng's face was like a palette, with red, green, blue and white uncertain.

In the dark, with the same pale and uncertain face, was the young master Leng who was listening to the corner of the wall.