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?"
immediately.
The game room fell into silence.
The male fan seemed to gasp: "You, you, you..."
"It's me." Feng Nai fiddled with the earphones slowly: "Hold a sign? Heh, it's you again, brother."
Who, who is brother to you! ! The male fan really wants to growl.
Why, it's okay for him to be robbed of his badge at the scene, but he can't confess his confession in the game.
Ah, God bey, why is this person playing!
Feng Nai knew that the other party had blown up, so he tapped into the game with his fingertips: "Are you still confessing? Come on, you can continue, I'm listening."
I will continue your sister!
"I'm a god of bey!" The male fan is not a vegetarian either. There are many K fans at the competition, so he dare not do anything. In the game, he is not afraid of the king! Anyway, they are teammates, no matter how shameless the other party is, it is impossible to kill him!
Feng Nai smiled: "You bey God? She went to help me make milk tea, and she made me egg tarts just now. By the way, you must have never eaten fringe fans like you."
Male fan: ... why did he ask!
"opened."
Feng Nai's sudden closing remarks.
That male fan is still confused.
Feng Nai must be playing the jungle position.
A passer-by asked, "Is it really God Bey?"
The teammates here have received countless attentions.
"It's not God Bey, I just turned on the mic, it seems to be God K."
"Fuck?!"
"I also want to find a girlfriend and ask her to give me the number! Damn, what kind of world is this!"
"Can your girlfriend hit the top of the list by herself? Wake up."
Feng Nai undoubtedly did it on purpose.
When he usually played games, how could he turn on the microphone and wander around like an orphan.
It's warm like a human today.
"Want blue?"
"Um??"
"for you."
The people watching the battle were dumbfounded.
Is this still the God K who occupies all wild resources
"Like bey? You have to always like it." Feng Nai said while typing, "Don't be half-hearted."
At this moment, the male fans were all shocked, he, he was... so moved for no reason!
"All of her fans can come in, and she will bring you higher points."
I like when I like someone very much.
What does it look like.
It was probably the last thing I wanted to do before, so I tried to do it in order to make that person more likeable by more people.
Starting from Feng Nai's heart, he wished he could lock someone up so that no one could see him.
But, isn't it, if there is one more person who likes you, you will not be so sad.
Feng Nai thought about many possibilities, including what would happen in the future. Compared with possessiveness, when something happened, he didn't want to see her alone again.
The male fan didn't believe it at first. After all, K's routine is too dirty. For details, refer to his operation of grabbing his support card at the game scene.
Unexpectedly, the resources were really released.
And they even hit three, making them lie down comfortably next to the crystal.
The opposite side was beaten and collapsed, and they pressed the surrender button casually.
There are also K fans watching the battle.
"Is this still the old K we know?"
"How could he one day be the warm man who buffs him?"
"I always feel... Well, those two people are getting more and more alike."
"What's the meaning?"
"Before when God Bey used Mo Beixiangnan to fight wildly, he often let wild resources come out. If you think about it carefully, you won't find it incredible. After all, God Bey's gentleness is engraved in his bones. Old K can learn from it casually. I can learn a thing or two."
"Probably not to learn, but for her, you can be gentle with others."
"Wow, I'm so moved!"
"You envy such love, don't you?"
"No, I'm touched that my old K is finally a human being, otherwise God Bey has worked too hard, woo woo woo, the rest of my life."
Passerby: ... K fans are poisonous, right? ?
Mo Bei came out with milk tea, sat next to him, turned his face sideways, and saw Feng Nai giving resources, raised his eyebrows, smiled again, and passed the milk tea over.
"Very good."
That voice rang in Feng Nai's ear, clear and cold.
Successfully drove away the black mist in his eyes.
If a psychiatrist sees this scene, he will definitely find it incredible.
However, he had also met Mo Bei.
Of course, he didn't take the initiative to meet her, after all, President Feng didn't want to.
What the psychiatrist didn't expect was that she would come to him, and the first thing she said was: "How is he doing now?"
The psychiatrist was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's getting more and more unstable, but I'm curious, how did Ms. Mo see my identity?"
"Is it difficult?" Mo Bei walked closer, speaking concisely: "I want to see his medical records."
The psychiatrist met her eyes, looked around, and opened the briefcase: "Miss Mo didn't sleep well at night?"
For the doctor, Mo Bei will not hide it, after all, there is no need: "Yes."
"That's really bad." The psychiatrist didn't turn the corner: "Your emotions may affect Mr. Feng. How much does Miss Mo know about Mr. Feng's mental state, and how much does she know about herself?"
Mo Bei looked at him with pale eyes.
The psychiatrist pushed the glasses: "There is no hope in your eyes, which is not right."
Mo Bei opened the folder, his voice remained steady: "I won't affect him."
"Ms. Mo may not understand, Mr. Feng, he..."
Before the doctor could finish speaking, Mo Bei interrupted him: "Stubbornly sticking to what you want, the higher you stand, the more they will look at you, and the more you face what you want. , the more I can pretend, if I am the person he imagined again, he will kill me himself, and even hate me."
The psychiatrist's eyes were shaking, obviously he never thought that this girl she...she actually...
"Doctor." Mo Bei closed the folder: "I know better than anyone else what he looks like. When I first came back, everyone treated me like mud. They were afraid of getting bad luck. No one stood by him. On my side, except him."
The psychiatrist opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally let out a long sigh.
Mo Bei looked at him: "When I was in hell, he jumped down to accompany me. Even if it really happened, it doesn't matter that I am no longer the person he imagined. Please don't just rely on the pathology. Define him."
The psychiatrist can't describe what it feels like when hearing these words.
He had heard old man Feng say before, don't look at that child like an ordinary girl.
He thought that this girl was pure and kind, that's why she made Mr. Feng like this.
Now he understands where he went wrong.
In this person's heart, there are black, white, and gray.
Even hiding a lot of things, even the scars have not healed.
There is a saying that seems to be true. The person who can engrave tenderness into her bones is not ignorant of the world or people's hearts, but her self-support is too strong.
It's no wonder that such a person would call her a god...
The Feng family, the two of them just sat side by side.
Feng Nai was tired, pressed her neck and tilted her eyes, and took a sip of the milk tea in her hand.
Mo Bei brushed his broken hair away to avoid blocking his eyes.
Area A is destined to be bombed on this day.
It's just that many people overlooked one thing, why didn't bey play by himself, but gave it to Feng Nai.
That's because Mo Bei's hands couldn't reach the replay of the first round, and the replay was accurate.
Tomorrow afternoon is Mo Bei's first game after returning to Black Flame.
She is very clear about her state.
At the same time, what Mo Bei knew better was that he knew what was going on with her hands better than anyone else.
He is the captain of Hei Yan, no matter what the choice is tomorrow, she will respect him.
at the same time.
Little Devil Bo took Nailin to the airport.
Nailin asked as she walked: "An'an, why did we come to the airport? Didn't you say you want to help me deal with my father? Could it be that my brother is colluding with your family again, and you need to go further away ?”
I have to say that the little devil Bo in Xiao Nailin's brain supplement is also very pitiful.
The Qin family just wanted to look up at the ceiling while lying on their guns.
"Pick someone up." Little Demon Bo walked more steadily than other children. Seeing that Nailin was struggling, he turned his eyes to the black-clothed bodyguard.
There are a lot of people at the airport, especially on international flights.
When Little Devil Bo received that email, he already knew that his soft-fed father must be entangled with Mommy again.
But it doesn't matter, it's good to have him to take over the grandfather.
People at the airport did not expect to see such a scene.
When I got off the plane, I saw the old man in a tuxedo dressed as a gentleman, holding a pocket watch, and felt a little surprised.
When I saw a little boy standing there like a prince in the 19th century, at a young age and with a jade-like temperament, I couldn't help but look back.
Especially when the old man walked over, with pale hair and jewel-like green eyes, there was still respect: "Young master."
That's a salute that you only see in movies.
Bo Xiaogui knew that the butler's grandfather could not change this point, so he raised his eyes to look at the passer-by: "The journey has been tough."
Is this what a child should say
Passers-by were really surprised.
The housekeeper's grandfather chuckled: "The young master came here to wait for me. It seems that Bey's hand has deteriorated again."
Sister Bei's hand? deterioration? What does it mean
Nailin's smiling kitty face froze, her big eyes were full of anxiety: "An'an, what does Grandpa the housekeeper mean? What happened to Sister Bei's hand? Didn't she just finish playing the game?" Is it? And she still hit five, and killed the other four in one go."
Little Demon Bo turned his eyes, knowing that he couldn't hide it anymore: "Sister Bei's hand, it's impossible to hit the assassin again..."
What? !
Xiaonailin was dumbfounded, that white and tender little face was so pale that there was no blood in it...
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