Mo Bei glanced sideways.
Feng Nai was still laughing, with a cold tone: "Do you like dogs very much?"
"Wow, woof, woof!" Samoyed yelled, what does the car matter have to do with their dogs? What the hell is this little boy talking about!
Mo Bei didn't understand the meaning of this sentence: "Huh?"
"Even the car belongs to the little milk dog." Feng Nai snorted, "Can he still move? Are the people from the Qin family so slow?"
Mo Bei sighed in his heart. Sure enough, he was the one who notified those people.
"Flying Eagle just likes to follow me."
These words did not reduce Feng Nai's hatred.
Instead, he turned his face away and just looked out of the window, his eyes blocked by black hair.
After a while, a very low voice came over: "I also like to follow you, why don't you let me follow?"
Just such a sentence made Mo Bei snap his fingers, full of guilt.
At that time, there was no place for her here.
She will not be allowed to compete again.
Because influence is something that is said by people.
She understands, and so does he.
So he never forced her to stay.
Even at the end, what he said was: "You can go if you want, take me with you."
Mo Bei clenched the steering wheel, his eyes faint: "I will be where you are from now on."
Feng Nai moved, but did not respond.
Looking at it from Mo Bei's angle, he couldn't see what he looked like.
On the contrary, Samoyed kept shouting, "Wow!" This little boy hugged him so tightly!
Mo Bei also knew that it was impossible to convince him to trust her with just one sentence or two.
After all, she had lied to him too many times before.
Just driving to a familiar road section, Mo Bei looked at him sideways.
Feng Nai's face was careless.
After getting off the car and walking into the unit building.
Mo Bei stopped in front of the apartment.
Feng Nai continued to move forward with one hand in his trouser pocket, took out the key, and opened the door of the next room: "What? It's not where you live, so you're lost?"
"No." Mo Bei looked away, and walked in with him.
The size of the room seemed smaller than hers, probably because of the clothes thrown around.
It's not dirty, after all, the place where the young master of the Feng family lives must be cleaned by a special person, but there are too many shoes and clothes, and there are too many without rules.
There is a computer desk next to the bed, in addition to electronic equipment, it is a pen and paper.
Mo Bei could almost imagine that every time he finished his work at Feng's and came back, he would train alone.
"The ribs in the refrigerator." Feng Nai told Samoyed to go back to his place, the small rooftop.
Next, close the glass door.
"Wow, woof, woof!" This little boy didn't even give him a chance to get close to his master, damn it!
Mo Bei heard the cry and subconsciously wanted to walk over.
Feng Nai blocked her way: "This young lady thinks she has a lot of time? Hurry up and make soup. After I finish drinking, I have to rest."
Mo Bei also checked the time, and it was indeed very late.
What she didn't expect was that in such an unpopular room, the ingredients in the refrigerator were full of fresh ingredients.
Mo Bei may never know.
There was one after she was gone.
In order to lie to herself, she will come back and apologize to him soon.
I have specifically ordered that the apartment be kept as it is, not only that, the refrigerators on both sides, every three days, the aunt who is in charge of cleaning will stuff fresh ingredients into it.
There is even a small casserole that Mo Bei likes to use when cooking in the kitchen.
"Find out what you use, I'll take a shower and start the live broadcast."
After Feng Nai said this, he went into the bathroom.
As far as his cleanliness is concerned, standing outside for so long without taking a shower is really difficult.
If he didn't know that this person would appear, he couldn't bear some smells at all.
In summer, people tend to sweat easily, and there are mixed smells of various sunscreens. This may be nothing to others, but for Feng Nai, who has a keen sense of smell, this season has always been difficult.
Fortunately, after someone appeared, the familiar light lemon smell also returned.
Feng Nai looked at himself in the mirror, no need to pretend, the arc of his lips was slightly sweet.
Outside the bathroom.
Mo Bei pulled out the waist knife from his waist and put it on the table.
The shape of the waist knife is very beautiful, with unknown marks engraved on it.
Something made of ice and iron.
But Mo Bei picked up the kitchen knife without finding it, and deboned and cut the meat.
It can only be said that even if it is a weapon, in the hands of the chef, it is just a kitchen knife.
Mo Bei's cooking posture has always been good-looking, very clean and neat, holding a machete in his hand, indifferent and clear.
This was what Feng Nai saw when he came out. He wiped his broken hair with one hand, letting the water slide down the bridge of his nose, the curve of his chin was terribly beautiful.
One person couldn't sit still.
That is Manager Li who is far away at the base.
His fat face was swollen from thinking, but he still didn't understand, so he could only keep sending messages.
"Master, do you remember wrongly?"
"Today is not the day for your live broadcast."
"I see, the young master must have recorded today as Friday, right?"
He counted, and he sent six if not eight.
The young master over there didn't reply a single one!
Who would have imagined that God K, who has always been able to avoid live broadcasts, would take the initiative to bring up the matter of live broadcasts.
He probably forgot the days when he used mineral water to replace his face!
Manager Li stretched his stomach, walked over and over again.
I always feel that my master is acting like a monster again.
Thinking about the previous ten months, it was so peaceful that he forgot that Hei Yan was once called a shameless team because of a certain master.
Why did he take the initiative to mention the live broadcast this time? !
Manager Li has gone crazy.
Feng Nai took the phone and replied: "Stop talking nonsense, make arrangements."
Manager Li: ... The plot to block his own great god has been exposed, so we can only notify everywhere.
K fans were a little shocked when they heard the news!
"What's going on today? God K appears more frequently than he did in the previous half a year?"
"It's freaking out! But I'd love to see it!"
"I'm going to squat in the studio!"
"I've arrived, if only I could see the beauty of my k-god's prosperity."
"What's the dream upstairs? It's good enough not to give you a close-up of the mineral water bottle."
"I don't care, anyway, at least I can see the hand of my God K..."
Just when people are posting barrage.
Suddenly, a handsome and monstrous face appeared in front of the camera.
Who can tell that he just took a shower, his black hair is still wet, and there is still a breath of water.
The face is really clean, transparent white, without a trace of blemish, and the facial features are three-dimensional and deep.
This made those people who said before that it was just a filter turned on and the real kin was like that when the filter was turned off, suddenly a little speechless.
Feng Nai's aura was too strong, with a black T-shirt and porcelain white collarbone, he did not forget to take a bottle of mineral water in his hand.
But!
He, he, showed his face! ! !
"Ahhh!"
The entire live broadcast room was swamped by screams.
You must know that God K likes to wear a mask more and more outside now, even if he sees it from a long distance, he is so handsome and crit like now! Not at all! ! !
And that collarbone, the throat when you drink.
OMG!
The live broadcast room has gotten a little out of control.
As for the act of drinking water, I was warned not to have bad guidance.
The orange racecourse controller is really helpless, he wants to cry, why no one told him that God K is going to show his face today!
Viewership numbers have been soaring.
While playing the game, Feng Nai answered the question: "Why did you show your face today? There's no reason, I'm just in a good mood."
"I can take you to fight, but it will take a while."
"Don't work, drink soup."
"What takeaway? Do you think I'm the same as you? No one cooks for you?"
"How many times have I told you that the food Han Xi cooks is edible? I don't want to be poisoned to death."
"Yes, this is indeed not a base, it's where I live."
"Where's the soup maker? In the kitchen."
"Want to see?" Feng Nai's mouth curled up when he said the last two words.
Just this one smile made the old fans who chased him all the way feel strangely familiar and something was wrong!
"What's the situation with old K?"
"The prediction is to be a demon again."
"He showed his face in a live broadcast, which is enough to be a monster. Although I was making complaints and taking screenshots, it was still weird!"
Feng Nai didn't keep everyone weird for too long: "Wait."
As he spoke, he leaned back and said, "I'm hungry."
The girls watching the live broadcast couldn't hear the noise over there.
However, within three seconds, another figure appeared in the camera.
This time, she didn't have a knife in the back of her waist, she was wearing heat-insulating gloves, she was holding a bowl of soup, her eyes were slightly lowered, her side face was clear and meaningful, and she was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat, just like the way a boy usually coaxes his girlfriend: " It's still hot, drink it when it cools down."
"Yeah." Feng Nai replied, blowing there.
Seeing that his hair was wet, Mo Bei didn't notice the live broadcast here, so he took a towel and pressed it on his head.
The barrage has exploded!
"what's the situation!"
"Wipe his head? Ah! God K actually asked someone to wipe his head!"
"How could my God K be so milky?"
"Cover your face, here we go again. I said why I want to broadcast live. I just want to show off. God Bey washes and cooks for him at home? Shameless, too shameless."
"Xiu'er in front is waiting for me, but even if God Bey cooks, Old K doesn't seem like the one who is in charge of the house."
"Still bragging, if you have the ability, you can laugh in front of God Bey!"
Field control is out of control.
Mo Bei was still wiping someone's hair with his eyes down. With Feng Nai's physique, he could easily catch a cold. Mo Bei knew this better than anyone else, so he didn't get distracted at all.
Moreover, the more Mo Bei looked at him like this, the more he looked like a defenseless cat.
It is also difficult to know that it is difficult for cats to cooperate like this.
The hair under his hands was so smooth and soft that Mo Bei couldn't help but want to touch it a few more times.
Of course Feng Nai would not stop him, as if he was waiting for the soup to cool down.
Samoyed couldn't stand it anymore, pressed his paws on the glass door and barked twice.
Mo Bei turned his eyes, only to realize that the camera was on...
(end of this chapter)