Mo Bei stood there tall and tall, brushing his hair away with one hand, and said in a soft voice, "I made double skin milk and blueberry egg tart for you. Now that you get up, the egg tart is just right for you to eat."
The butler is going out.
Hearing this sentence, he also paused.
Then I saw their young master whispering back there: "But I don't think about it."
The voice that had just woken up was slightly sandy and milky.
The housekeeper's hand holding the doorknob trembled a little, the young master was really coquettish.
Mo Bei was not in a hurry: "You can continue to sleep, and the egg tarts will be eaten by Xiao Nailin."
Feng Nai, who was originally buried there and didn't want to move, snorted coldly after hearing this sentence, and laughed a little: "Here comes another one who eats and drinks."
He was completely awake. Under his messy black hair was a face that confuses all living beings. No one could resist Feng Nai with this appearance.
Ascetic and gentle, but also gave birth to a bit of evil.
After all, Mo Bei fell in love with him in the first place because of... um, his face, right
I wanted to kiss him when I saw it, but now I don't have to worry about it anymore, Mo Bei leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "Okay, get up."
It can be described as a very "straight man" action.
The handsome and neat Feng Nai didn't even have the slightest chance to pull him back.
The butler watched Miss Mo walk towards him, and then the young master frowned slightly, but sat up automatically, and sighed involuntarily, only Miss Mo could restrain this monster.
As far as Feng Nai is concerned, it's easy to understand.
What does it mean that some miscellaneous people always come to eat his things.
Young Master Feng also knew very well that with his face, he had an advantage in someone's heart.
According to his previous style, a black down jacket must have solved everything.
Today, she is wearing a solid-colored snow-white sweater, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with chains on the bridge of her nose, and even her black hair is a little disheveled. She looks like a "pure school grass".
Sitting at the dining table, Nailin saw his brother dressed like this, and leaned over to whisper to Little Demon Bo: "You are so flirtatious, my brother must be trying to confuse sister Bei with his face again."
Bo Xiaogui raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Nai, very politely: "Excuse me."
I know I'm bothering you, but you're still here
Although Feng Nai's eyes said so, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he curled his lips into a smile: "Young Master Qin has been out for so long, isn't your father worried?"
"My dad? He's thinking about how to eat soft food." Little Devil Bo wiped his mouth with a napkin, looking very gentlemanly: "In this respect, Young Master Feng is very similar to him."
It is the characteristic of little devil Bo to poke people straight.
"I heard that Young Master Feng has been lingering on getting out of bed just now, and he still needs to be coaxed by sister Bey."
Bo Xiaogui laughed: "Are you without arms or legs?"
Nailin, including the old man Feng who walked over with a cane on a dragon's head, felt that these words were soothing.
Feng Nai sat there lazily: "Envy? It's a pity that you haven't even broken the milk, and you really don't feel the feeling of being pampered by your girlfriend."
What Little Devil Bo hates the most is when others make a metaphor for his height, and his big eyes are narrowed into a line.
At this moment, Mo Bei came over.
Little Devil Bo suddenly smiled, and raised his head very sweetly: "Sister Bey, can I have another egg tart?"
Another one
Everyone knew that the one Mo Bei took out was the last one.
Feng Nai also knew it in his heart, and his eyes fell.
Bo Xiaogui drooped his ears: "Is it not possible? Then give it to Brother Nai. After all, he just woke up and hasn't eaten yet."
Feng Nai slowly clenched the hand holding the fork. This brat was really fit to be thrown out. He finally knew why Young Master Qin wanted this brat to run away from home.
Mo Bei glanced sideways at Feng Nai.
Little Devil Bo is still aggrieved.
Feng Nai has always known the status of the Bo family in someone's mind. He didn't want her to think that his possessiveness was too paranoid, and he would even snatch children's food.
But if he really let him, to that brat, he was not willing at all.
He hasn't eaten egg tarts made by someone himself for a long time.
Feng Nai's thin lips were unconsciously pursed.
However, at this moment, when the aroma struck, it was the sweetness of milk that melted in the mouth.
It was Mo Bei who fed the egg tart to his lips.
Little Devil Bo stopped pretending to be pitiful, and looked at this scene: "Sister Bey really likes him."
"Yes." Mo Bei stretched out his hand and rubbed the little devil's head: "And the coconut panna cotta you like to eat, don't bully him in the future, he is mine after all."
Little Devil Bo has always been like a little gentleman: "Of course I will listen to what Sister Bey says, but someone... Forget it, since Sister Bey likes it, there is nothing to say."
Feng Nai could win, but he relied on his liking.
He is still a person now, and he ate his meal quietly, and he didn't fight with Bo Xiaogui anymore, and he didn't even say anything when Xiao Nailin was eating his favorite sautéed eggplant.
Nailin couldn't adapt to Feng Nai like this, he wasn't like his own brother anymore.
But one thing remained the same, as if he had lost his limbs, Tang asked Sister Bei to serve him.
It is rare not to play a game.
Little Devil Bo didn't bother to mention the hand injury.
The housekeeper's grandpa will be back tomorrow. If he remembers correctly, tomorrow... is Hei Yan's first match.
Sister bey's hand, it should be no problem to play support.
Indeed, when cooking, I can't see any problems.
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his eyes stopped on his wrist, his eyes were shallow.
Old Man Feng glanced at this side, and walked over, thinking to do something: "Beibei, Grandpa Feng has an old friend today, and his grandson is over the full moon, so why don't you follow Grandpa Feng to see it?"
Feng Nai, who had always been quiet, raised his eyes at this moment, and a dangerous aura escaped uncontrollably.
What the hell does the old man mean
"No." Mo Bei pulled the chair away for the old man: "Go by yourself, my identity is not suitable, and..." She looked in Feng Nai's direction: "I just smoothed Mao Shunping."
Old man Feng really has nothing to do with this child, why is he so spoiled by his grandson.
After Feng Nai also heard that, his slender fingers stopped, and then he lowered his eyes and smiled. Such bright eyes and teeth would never appear on him.
Nailin was also shaken by his brother's smile.
Mo Bei sat down, his voice was light: "Happy?"
"It's okay." Feng Nai looked sideways, with an unstoppable arc on his lips.
Mo Bei put the vegetables on his plate: "Then eat well and don't be picky."
Feng Nai's appetite was just like that, but he would eat anything she cooked.
Even something like green vegetables is really no fun.
Today is actually the day the psychiatrist is coming.
So old man Feng always wanted to take Mo Bei out.
Of course, this is just one, and second, he really doesn't want the kid Bei to get hurt.
Feng Nai was also looking at the time, but he didn't seem to care until the psychiatrist showed up.
As the son of a criminal psychology expert, Little Devil Bo felt something the moment he walked in from the man in the suit with the briefcase in his hand.
The psychiatrist also knew that there were a lot of people today, so the old man asked the housekeeper to say hello in advance.
Nailin was still rubbing and playing with little Satsuma, when she saw the little demon Bo was moving, she turned her head and asked, "An'an, what's wrong?"
Little Devil Bo continued to smooth little Satsuma's hair, smooth it, and wipe his hands: "It's nothing."
Nailin let out an uh: "An'an, do you think you have serious cleanliness?"
"Really?" Little Devil Bo: "I don't think I have a cleanliness."
Little Naillin: ...
Feng Nai raised his leg and brushed past these two, a little casually: "I'm going to talk about something."
The words were addressed to Mo Bei, and he didn't intend to say what he was talking about.
The psychiatrist hoped to communicate with Mo Bei. This was the first time he had seen this person, whose name he had heard countless times from Mr. Feng.
"Hi, my name is Qian."
Those who can become a psychiatrist will always have an aura that can be easily trusted.
Dr. Qian was no exception, but he had never seen such a girl, her eyes were black and clear, without any emotion, but she was hiding something.
The indifference of beauty is hard to ignore, and the demeanor is as clear as snow. When the eyes fall on Mr. Feng, they are slightly doted on.
No wonder... .
Dr. Qian knows that this type is what paranoid people want and destroy most.
They regard such people as gods.
But once the gods fall from the altar, then... will be backlashed.
Dr. Qian fully understood why Mr. Feng was so worried recently.
Just as he was thinking deeply, a figure blocked his sight.
It was Feng Nai, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't see any displeasure through his glasses, but a smile appeared on the tip of his tongue: "Mr. Qian, shall we go to the study to talk?"'
Calling him Mr. Qian means letting him hide his identity.
Of course, Dr. Qian didn't dare to disobey his boss.
What's more, those eyes lost their warmth when he looked at Miss Mo. As a psychiatrist, he could still see it.
He doesn't like anyone staring at Miss Mo.
It's just that even this kind of thing is kept secret.
That girl is too pitiful...
I have to say, in a hurry, the psychiatrist sometimes misses it.
From the moment he walked in, Mo Bei already knew his identity.
Doctors always have a unique smell.
What's more, he was holding a pocket watch in his hand.
Deep hypnosis
It should be of no use to that person.
"It's so strange that my brother still invites people to discuss business at home."
Those present who couldn't understand it were Xiaonailin, who was standing there with his head tilted in his arms, still a little unbelievable.
Ever since Feng Nai entered the study, his aura has changed. He took off his glasses and looked at the person standing there.
"What were you looking at her just now?"
Not only the eyes, but even the tone of voice is cool, this is the heir of the Feng family.
Dr. Qian put down the briefcase: "The chairman should have told you that I hope Miss Mo can help you with treatment."
"There will be a day." Feng Nai sat down and looked at his pocket watch: "Forget about hypnosis, I can answer whatever you want to ask today."
Dr. Qian was a little taken aback. After all, he had never been so active before: "Mr. Feng is very happy today?"
"Yeah." Feng Nai said casually, "It's not just because I'm happy, but also because I'm in a hurry."
Doctor Qian smiled: "Can you tell me the reason for being happy?"
Feng Nai turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette: "It's very interesting."
"What's interesting?" Dr. Qian stopped writing.
Feng Nai was still laughing: "She didn't give the egg tart to that brat, she actually fed it to me."
"Huh?" Dr. Qian was confused, but it didn't prevent him from half understanding.
Feng Nai looked down at the cigarette butt: "With her like this, I would think that no matter what I am, she will like me, even if I look like this, it doesn't matter."
Hearing this, Dr. Qian grasped the key point: "Perhaps for Ms. Mo, no matter what Mr. Feng looks like, she likes it."
"Really?" Feng Nai tapped her fingers on the table: "No, she definitely doesn't like me breaking her."
Dr. Qian tentatively suggested: "Then don't always think about breaking it."
Feng Nai smiled again: "Do you think it's possible? Doctor."
Dr. Qian was most afraid of this person calling him that.
"Then how are you sleeping?"
"It's okay, sleep."
"I heard from the housekeeper that Mr. Feng has a good appetite today."
"The things she makes, I want to possess even if I don't have an appetite."
Dr. Qian tasted the frustration again, and answered every detail.
"There's a competition tomorrow. Will Miss Mo's hand injury affect her performance?"
The figure sitting on the chair stopped for a moment after hearing this sentence, playing with the lighter: "Who told you?"
Dr. Qian knew that when facing him, he had to be truthful: "Chairman Feng, he is worried."
"What are you worried about? She didn't perform well, and I dragged all the members of the Xu family to be buried with her?" Feng Nai's voice could not hear any joy or anger.
Dr. Qian put down the recorder: "More than that, the chairman is more worried about Mr. Feng thinking that that person is no longer a god, and then there will be other behaviors."
"Tomorrow hasn't arrived yet." When Feng Nai said this, he stood up slowly, and then approached: "Didn't I also say that on the phone, what will happen to me, I will know when the time comes."
Dr. Qian looked at the figure, he knew he couldn't stop something.
I hope Miss Mo can bear it.
Whatever the outcome.
Feng Nai was somewhat irritable.
Such irritability is indescribable.
Probably pretended for too long.
When he came out, Mo Bei was logging into the game with his mobile phone. After seeing him, he only said two words: "Come here."
Feng Nai hadn't had time to restrain his hostility, but he still wanted to get closer.
"What?" His eyes were black and frozen.
Mo Bei's voice was light: "Help me rank up, and I'll make you a cup of milk tea."
Feng Nai turned her eyes: "Okay."
After picking up the phone, she realized that she had logged in with bey's account.
The entire A area, the world news is swiping.
"Ah, am I dreaming?"
"See you soon."
"Damn it, God Bey and I are in line!"
"Ask for permission to watch the battle!"
"No! I want to confess!"
The male fan has always been the same, even turned on the mic, and the voice was a little shy: "God bey, I watched your video and entered the game. I have liked you for three years. I went to the game when you were playing and raised a Brand, um... god bey, I love you!"
The following words were spoken quickly.
But this didn't affect Feng Nai's slow opening of the microphone at all, and then said coldly: "Really?"
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