"Okay." Mo Bei let go of his hand and walked into the kitchen.
The machete is still there, which is very convenient for cutting side dishes.
Mo Bei always cooks beautifully and quickly.
After Feng Nai washed up, he just leaned there and watched. His profile was handsome, and his black hair was fluffy. He looked like a demon in comics.
After Mo Bei cooked the noodles, he looked back and saw that it was that person.
When those eyes are looking at people, they are so deep that people can easily fall into them.
Boiled green onion noodles, eggs are put in it, tomatoes are used as soup base, and a few carrots are added.
When he saw the carrots, Feng Nai's face was filled with disgust, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, but because the bowl of noodles was cooked by Mo Bei, he was reluctant to pour them out, so he picked up all the carrots, set aside.
After that, he picked up the noodles inside.
Mo Bei saw that his complexion was not good, so he put a few pieces in the noodles knowing that he didn't like carrots. It seemed that this alone was not effective.
Mo Bei thought for a while, but didn't say anything. Instead, he took a piece in his mouth, supported the table with one hand, and pulled Feng Nai towards her with the other.
How did the carrot get into his mouth? Feng Nai didn't feel anything. His deep eyes became heavier and darker because of the cool softness.
Of course, he would not refuse such a contact.
If it weren't for an inopportune call, he'd surely have eaten a few extra carrots.
It happens that some people are so ignorant.
Feng Nai watched the man get up, and put the phone to his ear: "Hello."
"Bey, where are you? Is something wrong? It's been a whole night, why haven't you come back yet?" Feiying was really worried, his eyes were red, if it wasn't for the people from the Qin family outside, he would I followed the car positioning a long time ago and went to find Bey.
Mo Bei heard his impatience: "I'm fine, I'll be back later."
Only then did Feiying feel relieved, and said again: "There are twice as many Qin family members outside as compared to yesterday, and I don't even dare to order takeaway."
"What do you eat?" Mo Bei walked away a little: "When I go back, I will bring it to you."
There are quite a few dishes in Flying Eagle News.
Feng Nai, who had always been impatient, curled his lips into a smile, his eyes filled with coldness.
If it wasn't for special treatment, then why would he still eat this bowl of noodles.
Feng Nai put down the bamboo chopsticks, and stood up with one hand in his trouser pocket.
Then, he paced up to Mo Bei.
Mo Bei knew that he would be in a bad mood because of this call, so he was about to speak.
But he was one step ahead of her, just put one hand on her shoulder, and moved closer to the phone, deliberately wanting to let the people over there hear: "Bei, that car you drive is not bad, give it to me?"
Just hearing the voice, Feiying received a critical blow: "Bey, you, are you with that young master of the Feng family?!"
"Yeah." Mo Bei took his phone away a bit, and continued the topic just now: "The staple food is rice, right, I'll go to the store to buy it, is there anything else?"
Feiying scratched the bed: "He said he wanted you to drive the car, how dare he let you give him the car as a big man, but he is still the top decision maker of the Feng family! Is he living so poor?"
"All the money I earned was used to maintain Hei Yan." Feng Nai said casually: "I'm working for free now, and everyone knows that my grandfather is still in office, so why am I the top decision maker? I'm still young , I’m not young yet, this friend, don’t just put a high hat on me.”
Feiying was choked up by the sentence that I am still young and not yet young.
Mo Bei raised his eyes to look at the handsome face that had indeed paled a lot, as if he was thinking.
(end of this chapter)