After Feng Nai heard this sentence, the corners of his mouth raised.
After Mo Bei saw it, his eyes moved, but his voice was still calm: "Come here, bow your head."
"Huh?" No matter how arrogant Feng Nai was, his subconscious body movements were quick at this time.
Mo Bei looked at the top of his head, and his eyes had begun to soften. He took the hair rope from his wrist, raised his hand to tie his long black hair, and his movements were neat and handsome.
Feng Nai paused, clenched her hands tightly, what was she doing.
He wanted to laugh, but when he looked up, after seeing such an unprecedented smile, he could only turn his handsome face to the side, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line.
On the other hand, the audience next to him were all struck in the heart by his appearance.
Feng Nai's appearance is still very good, with a sharp side face, which is different from other boys. It is too pale and has an indescribable dignity. Now that his hair is tied up, there is a strand of hair on his forehead On the bridge of his nose, his eyes became more and more deep like a pool, coupled with his expression, both A and milky, many people couldn't help but scream out!
Mo Bei also thought it looked good. Seeing that he was reluctant, he stretched out his hand and pinched half of his bulging cheek, and a smile bloomed on his face, like the first melting of ice and snow: "Be good and wait for me to come out."
Feng Nai wanted to say something, but the man already stood upright and walked into the contestant area.
Some K fans shouted: "Old K, you can't do it! You can't beat Bey God at all! Chi Chi! Little milk dog!"
Looking back, Feng Nai looked lazily from the corner of the eye: "What do you know, she likes it."
K powder:...
Feng Nai didn't take off the hair rope, just paced and walked into the auditorium.
I don't know if he did it on purpose, the heir of a dignified Feng's group, he didn't buy high-priced tickets, and he didn't go to get internal tickets for professional players.
Seeing him approaching, the male fan subconsciously hid his support card back! That action is very fast! It's like guarding against thieves!
Feng Nai was still wearing gold-rimmed glasses with chains. After seeing this scene, he frowned: "What are you panicking about?"
Male fan: ... Why do you think I'm panicking! You snatched my support card and you forgot! Also, is it appropriate for you, a professional god, to sit here!
Feng Nai seemed to remember something at this moment, after jumping over, he took a step back: "It's you."
The male fan hasn't responded yet.
Feng Nai stretched out his hand.
Male fan: "What do you mean?" Ma Dan, K God, this guy, let straight men like them don't want to see it at all! ~It’s not enough to snatch the God of Bey, but also come here to show off!
"Support card." Feng Nai's voice was flat: "Whether you take it or not, I will take it to be conspicuous. If I take it, there will be more chances of being recorded on the big screen. This will make her popular."
Male fan: ... It makes sense, he can't refute it at all! But he also has backbone, this is his love for God Bey!
"It doesn't matter if you don't give it." Feng Nai said slowly, "Which area are you in the game, and what is the id?"
The male fan didn't think much about it, and subconsciously said: "A District, Xiao Qingfeng."
"Oh?" Feng Nai smiled: "A district, I still have a trumpet, I can play one-on-one with you."
P... Pk your sister! When you fight with someone, it is simply a one-sided beating!
The male fan couldn't take it anymore: "You, you threatened me!?"
"Yeah." Feng Nai didn't deny it, even at this time, he didn't lose his etiquette: "So, can you give me the support card in your hand now?"
Male fans: ...
(end of this chapter)