"He? Who?" The psychiatrist wanted to capture something.
Feng Nai swiped her fingers across: "The medicine you prescribed is good for props."
props? Even a psychiatrist couldn't understand the relationship between them for a while, and was about to ask more questions.
Feng Nai interrupted his thoughts: "I heard that every time you see me, you will go to the old man and ask for a three-day rest for mental recovery."
Psychiatrist: ... ...Isn't it because you are so twisted that I don't even know how to do it!
"You can take a rest today." Feng Nai held his trouser pocket with one hand, looked up at the rest room, the figure reflected in the frosted glass made him curl his thin lips: "I really want to do something, and you can't stop it I."
The psychiatrist looked at his hung up phone and his head hurt. He didn't know how to give back to the old man, so he could only speak the original words.
After hearing this, Old Man Feng asked, "From your major, is he getting better or worse?"
The psychiatrist paused: "It's hard to say."
But he understood one thing, the young master of the Feng family had always known what he was planning. For such a long time, he only cooperated with the treatment to make the old man feel at ease, but such a preventive treatment would never happen. any effect.
After all, it is born paranoid.
After thinking about this, the psychiatrist said: "You said before that his illness this time was caused by a girl. Now that the girl is back, some of his moods will be broken. The young master is so obsessed with one person, he may make extreme behaviors , if the other party is afraid and wants to escape, the young master will also notice that the young master has always been smart, so far, I have not even been able to decipher what he looks like, so it is difficult to give you a satisfactory answer."
"I know about my own grandson, so I don't blame you." Mr. Feng has always been calm, otherwise it would be impossible to support the entire Feng family.
What this old man is most proud of is that he has a grandson who can pass on his business philosophy.
But at the same time, he was most worried about his grandson.
Before, he was blind.
Now he only has one person in his eyes, and he doesn't know how to like him. Apart from pretending, he rarely has a real temperament. What old man Feng is afraid of is that he will fall into his own world and be trapped in a cocoon.
The psychiatrist understood his worry and said, "Would you like to take some measures in advance? If the girl is doing it for money, it's easy to say. It's easy for the Feng family to keep someone alone, but I don't think I will care about someone who can make the young master fall in love with her." These are kind and rare good girls, but such a person, if the young master finds it boring one day, he will destroy them himself, just like the toys you said he dismantled when he was a child."
This is what Mr. Feng is most worried about, because no one knows when his interest will disappear.
"Is there any specific treatment?" Mr. Feng reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows: "I will let him cooperate."
The psychiatrist paused, and then said: "The young master has always cooperated in the treatment, but in his opinion, even talking to me is probably a game. He knows very well that the purpose of every question I ask him has exposed me. The only way now is to let that girl cooperate with him in the treatment, but with all due respect, even the family members will be afraid of such a disease. With sympathy, it is possible... "
"Beibei won't." Old Master Feng interrupted him: "I have confidence in that child."
The psychiatrist paused. After all, as far as he knew, the other party was just a girl who had just turned 19. How could he make old man Feng trust so much
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the wealthy family will not take other people's wishes seriously.
But because the other party is Mr. Feng, the psychiatrist is more inclined to the former: "Then I will make arrangements immediately."
I just hope that girl is not too kind.
Otherwise, it will not last at all.
Obviously, there will always be many people who have misunderstood Mo Bei.
She is indeed gentle and forbearing enough, but pure white kindness
impossible.
Along the way, the scars have not yet healed, so how can there be only kindness.
After changing her clothes, she put away her mobile phone, and when she came out again, the machete had already returned to her body.
It's not that she didn't see some words.
Someone said: "Mo Nan and Mo Bei, a brother and sister, shouldn't appear on the field again. There are so many dramas, it's time for Master Wan to rule them."
Someone else said: "This time Mo Nan will play zero kills again, I am also looking forward to it."
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, ran his slender fingers across the buttons of his shirt, and buttoned his cuffs. When he came out again, he was already dressed in a clean and handsome suit.
I'm afraid there will be no one in the world who is more suitable for wearing a white shirt than Mo Bei.
Not effeminate at all, nor overly rigid, but a gentleman, stained with the frost of early winter.
With her like this, Feng Nai's eyes darkened even more, and a faint hostility surfaced.
Mo Bei stopped, turned sideways, and looked at him.
Before Feng Nai could calm down her floating violence, she had already held his hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is it time to drink the medicine?"
drink medicine
He hadn't even tasted this stuff.
Mo Bei also noticed his impatience, took a medicine out of his hand, then lowered his head and bit it, then raised his left hand and pressed the back of the man's neck, and sent the medicine over.
Mo Bei did this series of actions very quickly. He simply fed a medicine, and he didn't forget to take out the candy in his pocket, removed the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Feng Nai lost his temper the moment he was coaxed by the candy.
It tastes like mint, only the tip of the tongue is a little sweet, and there is still the slight air-conditioning of that person.
This caused the hostility in Feng Nai's eyes to dissipate a lot, and he returned to his harmless appearance. His eyes were as lazy as a wisp of morning mist that hadn't dissipated: "Where did you learn the trick?"
study? Mo Bei held his wrist, and said in a calm voice, "You don't need to learn to take medicine."
"Oh?" Feng Nai looked like he was touching sugar with the tip of his tongue, gentle and scum, and his pair of gold-rimmed glasses with chains really made his appearance even more attractive.
Mo Bei liked it, and reached out to brush his messy black hair.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, a certain young lady is really getting better and better, is she treating him like that stupid Samoyed
"Has your hair grown?" Mo Bei wanted to ask this question when he saw him at the high-speed rail station.
Feng Nai didn't care: "Probably."
People with good-looking faces really don't choose hairstyles.
Mo Bei thought about it, and was about to withdraw his hand.
Feng Nai held her again: "I see that your hair has almost grown, did you not cover your eyes during the match yesterday?"
"A little bit." Indeed, when you bow your head, it will be affected.
Seeing her frowning, Feng Nai suddenly smiled.
A certain person will always show emotion for some irregular little things, he really is a little old-fashioned.
"What are you laughing at?" Just when Mo Bei asked this sentence.
Feng Nai had already raised his hand: "Turn around."
"Huh?" Although Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he did as he said. After all, Senior Lin said that there are some things that should be done with grace.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the top of her head. It was obvious that he was doing something he wasn't very good at.
All Mo Bei could feel was that his hair was being picked up.
"It's not long enough." Feng Nai's hand dropped back.
Mo Bei looked sideways at the thing in his hand, the black hair rope, she took it over, and tied it casually, handsome in beauty: "Is this so?"
Feng Nai looked at her, and said two words after a while: "Picked."
Mo Bei didn't intend to listen to him this time, after all, it was more convenient to tie it up.
Feng Nai felt a little regretful, he didn't want anyone else to see someone like this at all.
But as we all know, what Mo Bei decides can always coax people well in the end.
What's more, Little Devil Bo and Lin Keng Keng have both returned. If Feng Nai wants to be a demon, he has to wait until everyone is gone.
However, it doesn't matter.
Feng Nai stood where he was, his eyes flickering. He waited until the game was over, and she handed herself over to him. At that time, he could do whatever he wanted.
But before that, there are still some things to deal with.
Feng Nai slid open the phone's page, and there was only one message displayed on it: "The market value of the Xu family has started to drop, and everything is continuing as the young master said."
After reading it, Feng Nai only replied, "Give me the evidence that other people have faked the match, the sooner the better."
"Xu Yiwan has a high awareness of precautions in this area. She always talks with people, and we are also looking for a breakthrough." It's not a question of strength, but no one is willing to admit that they are playing fake matches, no matter how much money they pay It's useless, and there's public opinion, and they can't influence it. Some people are always trying to knock Miss Mo down. This doesn't even have anything to do with Xu Yiwan, but people usually like to dig up black material and find flaws. Bey who can't play the left field in his mind is not worthy of being called a god at all, let alone he is the successor of the former Dimension. disgusted.
These are not black, they are emotions that arise naturally.
But this kind of emotion, after spreading, will become a whirlpool.
They didn't say anything because they were worried about what the boss would do.
It was impossible for Feng Nai not to know, and at the same time, he also understood that since he knew, it meant that everyone in the competition knew.
Indeed.
The selected professional players will take designated buses to the arena.
Before stepping on the bus, a person came over and bumped into Mo Nan viciously as if accidentally.
Mo Nan had a pair of black earphones hanging around his neck, and when he was hit on the shoulder so suddenly, the ID in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"The reaction is quite fast." The man glanced at him: "The finals are really getting more and more casual. People like you can still be selected. I hope you can react faster on the field, don't hold me back , I can be the one who wants to get the qualification."
Mo Nan understood what he meant. This person would be on the same team as him. With such a teammate, let him stand there without being able to see what he was thinking.
Until someone spoke up: "Don't talk nonsense about our Mo Nan, he is covered by the God of Bey, who made him have a good sister."
"God bey? Heh, it's all messed up. The support is just a formation made by the Feng family. You can see from the comments that the former Dimension fans are diehard fans who will like her. Who else will admit that she is god..."
Before the man finished speaking.
Mo Nan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's collar. The corner of his mouth curled up, just like when he was in No. 1 Middle School, he was angry and arrogant: "You say I can, Say my sister? Which of you here is qualified?"
"Are you trying to do something?" The man had pimples on his face, and his mouth was crooked: "Everyone is watching, he is going to hit me, remember to record it and post it on the Internet, and let the children who have confidence in him again See clearly, their Nanshen has changed what he said, but he is still so irritable in reality, he doesn't take the competition system seriously."
Mo Nan looked at him, and suddenly smiled slowly: "That's all."
What is this one
The man still hasn't figured it out.
Mo Nan loosened his collar, neither cold nor indifferent: "Sometimes, just thinking about having someone like you playing professionally makes people not want to touch games anymore, but fortunately, it's just Part of it."
He has nothing to regret.
Meet the team you're in right now.
I have also seen how Heiyan treats the North.
Even in the afternoon, he could fight side by side with the little facial paralysis.
Thinking about it from another angle, as an older brother, he can finally protect her once.
With such teammates, the game in the afternoon will not be easy.
What happened to her hand? After watching so many videos yesterday, it was impossible for Mo Nan not to guess that she would look like that when she recovered.
What is the peak period and not the peak period.
People only know that when she debuted, the assassin was invincible.
But no one knew that after the disbandment of the Imperial League, she really started to practice.
When she went to Milan, she kept learning, from tactics to hero equipment, she did a lot of research.
Mo Nan has read the information she brought back, and she is the one who is good at all the heroes, so she is even more terrifying.
Yesterday, it was because her right hand restricted her performance.
Thinking of this, Mo Nan put on the earphones and got into the car with his hands in his coat pockets, blocking out all the sounds.
Seeing him like this, those two people were still laughing at him, but it was another matter in front of people.
Mo Nan has long since lost interest in these things, and will not be angry.
Compared to these, he wanted to know more, if he didn't heal, how serious was his sister's hand
It's not that he didn't send a message to the management grandpa.
But the reply from the manager's grandfather was just to let him play today's game well.
On the surface, Mo Nan looks evil and hot, but in fact, he is very delicate in everything related to Bei...
The less direct the answer, the more complicated it would be, or his sister didn't want him to know that her hand was injured.
Because he hurt his hand too
Mo Nan glanced sideways and looked out the window.
The car has already been driven and will soon be at the race location.
Because he knows better than anyone what it means to lose a game.
He could lose, but he was said to have 0 kills and 6 kills, and he collapsed in the jungle in 7 minutes.
But his sister can't.
What he has experienced, will never let her experience it again!
(end of this chapter)