"Watch the game well."
Mo Bei turned his head, his hat fell down, and his eyes were dark.
"This is the last game."
Wang Dongdong thought he heard it wrong, opened his mouth, and looked towards the man.
"Brother Nan, you..."
Mo Bei pushed the door open with one hand, and his voice was very calm: "The company will arrange for you a popular newcomer, who is a new assistant in the team."
Wang Dongdong's face changed again and again: "Brother Nan, did something happen to you? Is the hand injury recurring?"
"Well." Mo Bei finally didn't tell the real reason: "I need to rest for a few days."
Wang Dongdong breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's talk about it after you have rested. I don't need to bring any newcomers, and others will definitely not be used to me."
"I've already said hello." Mo Bei raised his chin and made him look at the second team assistant who was prone to blushing before: "He's not bad."
The man saw that the male god looked at him suddenly, and after being taken aback for a moment, he smiled brightly, and even made a small dimple.
Wang Dongdong always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
Mo Bei could foresee the disaster coming.
Because there will always be people in this world who talk endlessly.
Never understand, what is quiet.
She thought about losing.
Because she was the one being attacked, she didn't care.
But this kind of thing, involving her family, is beyond her ability to bear.
Until he saw Wang Dongdong's cautiousness.
Mo Bei understood a truth.
She can't lose.
lost.
More will be destroyed.
We spend our lives doing things we don't like doing.
Weigh what's worth it versus what's not.
Even so far as to give in.
The same goes for Mo Bei, telling himself to endure.
If you can't bear it, everyone will only think that her brother deserves it.
Actually, no one cares.
Mo Bei turned sideways, took out the wristband from his pocket, and put it on his left wrist.
Over there, the assistant of the second team ran over blushing and said to Mo Bei: "Brother Nan, come on."
A child with a good-looking face is always more pleasing.
As everyone knows.
Feng Nai watched this scene not far away.
Five hundred meters away.
He leaned there, his peripheral vision was a little cold, and his voice lost all warmth: "How long are you going to chat?"
The back of the boy's neck felt cold, but thinking about his Brother Nan, he didn't flinch, and said to Feng Nai: "Captain, we are not chatting, I am cheering for Brother Nan."
"Oh?" Feng Nai walked over, his voice was light: "Is that because I disturbed you?"
The boy really felt the cold at this time, but his position did not change.
Feng Nai's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he looked at Mo Bei again: "The little brother over there hasn't come over yet, because he thinks the anklet I gave you isn't pretty enough?"
Mo Bei knew what he meant and walked closer.
Feng Nai raised his hand to help her comb her messy hair. With a handsome face, she smiled slowly, and her voice was so soft that it could be scattered in the wind: "Don't tease these little puppies from now on, let alone force me to be dog meat Tang, I'm not interested in being cruel to the team members."
Only then did Mo Bei understand what dog meat soup meant.
Look at his sinister eyes and thin lips pursed into a straight line.
All so angry.
The act of arranging her hair was so gentle.
Are you kidding me
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, really wanting to kiss.
Hold back.
"Play your game well, don't embarrass me." Feng Nai whispered, "I'll give you the third Lan Neng."
The assassin gave Lan to the assistant.
Sure enough, this person is even angry with her.
still very gentle...
If you feel tired of watching it, just skip it. I also watched it, and you don’t have any fan value. I don’t know which platform it is from. Now this is a foreshadowing explosion process. These chapters suggest that those who are tired of watching it should skip it. …
(end of this chapter)