"Bey is also enough, don't always talk about the Emperor League, it's my youth, it's annoying."
"I finally waited for an old fan of the Dimension like me to speak out. I can only say that people are different from the team. Holding on to the enthusiasm of the Dimension like this really disgusts us who like the Dimension."
"That's right, that's right."
Once they come back, there will be turmoil, which is inevitable.
Sitting on the top floor of the Qin's Building, Little Devil Bo frowned as he watched the endless remarks, and was about to make a move.
The secretary stopped him: "Young master, Boss Qin will really get angry."
The little devil looked up.
The secretary bit the bullet: "Madam also said, don't move until she comes back. I believe Miss Bei and I can handle these things well. Butterfly effect, have you forgotten?"
Hearing this, Little Demon Bo stopped his hand: "Forget it, this is what the surnamed Feng should do. Since he tricked Sister Bei to pick him up, he should do the follow-up well and bring me a can of milk." .”
"Yes, young master." The secretary replied, thinking, sure enough, it's still useful to mention my wife...
Feng Nai did have follow-up work. Before he left, he looked back and let Hong Ying know that they had better not follow.
So, when they really got on the sports car, there were only two people left, Mo Bei and Feng Nai.
From the beginning to the end, Feng Nai didn't say a word.
Mo Bei glanced at him before driving, and touched the Samoyed in his arms with his hands free, raised his eyes and said, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Feng Nai looked at the dog in his arms, leaned towards it vigorously, and smiled suddenly: "Whether you eat or not has something to do with you?"
Mo Bei's eyes were light.
The two looked at each other for a second.
Feng Nai looked away: "I didn't eat."
Mo Bei withdrew his hand: "Go to eat casserole rice noodles?"
Feng Nai propped his face sideways and did not answer.
Mo Bei said again: "Barbecue?"
Feng Nai didn't turn her head: "Tired."
Mo Bei looked at his side face, which was still wearing a mask. His black hair hit the back of his neck, cold and clean, probably because of his skin color, which made him more expensive than ordinary people no matter what style he wore.
Even the way she doesn't want to talk to her is pretty.
Mo Bei resisted the thought of touching his head, and held the steering wheel with a calm face: "Then go have porridge."
Feng Nai looked over at this moment: "Did a certain young lady forget to mention making soup?"
Mo Bei remembered the message she sent: "Now?"
"Don't want to?" Feng Nai asked back, his eyes were unfathomable.
Listening to what he said, Mo Bei didn't start the car, but reached out and took off the mask string behind his ear: "Not today, the hotel doesn't have a kitchen."
After taking off the mask on Feng Nai's face, it looked monstrously handsome.
He raised his hand and held her wrist: "you don't have to worry about this, go to where I live."
It's not the base, nor the Feng family, but the place where I live.
Usually, girls have a heartbeat.
Mo Bei also moved, but with a different focus.
During the time she left, he lived alone
In the distance, none of the bodyguards in black could keep up, and from that direction, they could guess where the young master had returned.
Since taking over the Feng family, the young master bought an apartment next to the university in order to save time.
It's close to everything.
It's just that no one knows why the young master has a soft spot for such a small apartment.
The entire area is not comparable to the bathroom of Feng's family.
One bedroom and one living room, 40 square meters, is really small and does not meet the young master.
(end of this chapter)