After finishing speaking, Lin Feng quickly took up the line, smiled at Yunhu, and wanted to get up: "Little facial paralysis has no sense of substitution, so I gave her an example, how is your experiment going, I'll go Let's see if we can really…”
Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, Yunhu pressed his back with one hand on his shoulder: "Is it just an analogy?"
"Of course, otherwise, do you think I'm the kind of person who can raise fish ponds?" Lin Feng asked back without shame.
Yunhu lowered his gaze, unhurriedly: "Do I need to remind you, I've been here since you said how to send flowers to others."
Lin Feng: ...
Yunhu took off the test glasses and put them aside, and he used some strength in his hands: "It seems that it's time to communicate, doesn't it mean that we don't have a common language?"
"No, um..." Lin Feng's phone screen just went dark.
Mo Bei had already noticed that he hung up the phone quickly and anxiously, and he probably understood what was going on in his heart.
After all, you still have the sentence about the fish pond, and she can hear it here too.
According to the previous habits in the Imperial League, Senior Lin Feng must be trying his best to explain the fish pond problem, and it is often true.
The second is nothing more than letting the other party transfer their favor from someone to themselves.
Mo Bei has no experience in this area, but he should be able to find out the basic routine after checking.
It's just that she doesn't intend to dress up as a boy anymore, and only Mo Bei knows why she came back in this posture.
Let's wait until the match is over tomorrow. She will find Nailin to have a chat. Nailin should know this best.
Nailin is not only clear, but also tricks his brother.
I know that his brother will come back today to hand over some materials to my family.
As soon as he arrived in Quancheng, he took his little friend An An to Mr. Feng's place.
Old man Feng likes the old days. When he sees that Little Devil Bo can play chess, he treats him the way he sees it.
Let the two villains mess around, and don't plan to take care of it.
Including his clever little grandson who said that he wanted to invite the Xu family over, but he didn't say much.
After all, it's not that the old man hasn't received the news. He doesn't understand that the boy from Bei is back. What kind of Joe is that boy on the ice? It must be that Bei is too sensible, so he's used to it, and it's good to make him a little troublesome.
Bo little devil sat on the tea bushes, drinking the water quietly, but he was thinking about something else.
If Nailin didn't say anything, he still didn't know that the young master of the Feng family had found a love rival for Sister Bey.
Although that black-bellied person might not have anything to do with this person, he was photographed together and appeared on the cover of a magazine.
Since this is the case.
Then he will meet his sister Bei's rival in love.
Nailin didn't know what her little friend was thinking at all, so she leaned over and continued to bite her ear: "My grandpa's tea here is bitter, An An, you can add more sugar, as long as you arrange my brother well, and think that this matter is my philandering." With Dad's idea, we can sit back and reap the power of the fish.
Little Demon Bo listened to his words calmly, and when he heard the last idiom, he couldn't help correcting him: "The profit of a fisherman."
"Don't care about these details, they all mean the same thing." Nailin stood up as she spoke, "Here we come."
Little Devil Bo looked sideways, and saw a girl wearing an antique gauze skirt walking in from the door of the house. Her smile was also soft and gentle. After seeing Mr. Feng, after a light smile, there were dimples on the corners of her mouth, and her skin was very fair , even the voice of speaking sounds very fairy...
(end of this chapter)