People have never seen bey speak to any girl like this.
After all, whether she is wearing men's or women's clothes, she is cool and cold, without any emotions, and has always been a gentleman and polite, which is why so many people call her "little brother school grass".
This time, the cameraman over there didn't dare to look too much, but it didn't hinder listening.
After the hostess heard the words "company-wide", she panicked, pulled the thread, and ran away.
Mo Bei didn't look at her anymore, but raised his eyes and looked at the figure standing over there: "Is it inconvenient?"
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, not because it was inconvenient, but because he was admiring, the way she was protecting him was so ruthless that it could make people wake up.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Bei simply reached out and took the corn cup again, then lifted the plastic cover and handed it to him again: "Eat first."
The cameraman stayed behind to make up shots, he really didn't expect that, just eating a corn cup, God K didn't even... have hands.
After what happened just now, he didn't say anything, just took a video of two people getting along like this, as the end.
When posting, I thought about it and added a line of words.
On your way forward, is there anyone like them now, standing shoulder to shoulder with them, no matter win or lose.
A lot of things, when you do the best.
There will be many doubts, but something can always be awakened.
For example, the ones who were touched in the past.
After the photographer sent this, he let out a long breath, then raised his eyes, looked at the snow outside, and smiled.
This time, it is their most promising time to win the championship.
Reduce other arguments and use reason to solve it.
There are professional people around, if Bey's hands are really not suitable for going to Milan to play international games, then for them, it will only be a regret that can't be made up for, instead of using gossip to explore mentality, to gloat.
Mo Bei didn't take this to heart.
By now, I've gotten used to it.
What caught her attention was the person in front of her.
Maybe others didn't notice.
But she was the one who walked back on the Cangqiong Snow Mountain.
There is blood in those daily training sessions.
It was impossible for her not to recognize his scent.
So she avoided the hand he didn't want to show.
What he didn't want her to see, she wouldn't see.
but…
Mo Bei walked towards him, his eyes pale: "Feng Nai."
She seldom called such a full name.
The corn cup that Young Master Feng had just been fed attracted all the attention.
At this time, after hearing the full name, he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a handsome and dignified face, still the kind who didn't pay attention to anyone, just ate a mouthful of corn and held a spoon in his hand That's all.
Originally, the corner of his mouth still had a gentle smile in front of people, after all, it would appear harmless.
Someone likes to see him clean.
But this harmlessness was broken by Mo Bei's next sentence.
"Let's kiss."
As soon as Feng Nai's slender fingers stopped, the color of his eyes didn't even have time to change.
The man had already grabbed his arm, and then leaned over, with a cold breath, but soft and sweet: "Celebrate the victory."
When Mo Bei did this kind of action, he was neat and handsome, as if it was only right and proper.
This made the people who opened the door over there... all look at each other in blank dismay.
Touch and go.
That face is still clear and handsome.
Feng Nai looked down at her, and after his hostility subsided, he suddenly lowered his head and put it on her shoulder: "Did I play nice just now?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei raised his left hand and placed it on his back.
Feng Nai was obviously dissatisfied with such a reaction: "You used cuteness when you praised Yunshen, but to me, it's just a word of um?"
"Handsome." Mo Bei was still very straightforward: "It's just that there are no pentakills."
Feng Nai didn't get up, like a lazy cat: "It's a pity, the beating is not as good as our bey god."
"Next time five kills." Mo Bei looked at the man's messy black hair sideways, and smoothed it out for him: "Very beautiful Left Field."
Feeling the warmth of her hands, Feng Nai clasped her fingers even tighter, hugged her, and inhaled the scent of lemon ice and snow: "Are there times when you can't tell the difference between reality and illusion?"
"Yes." Mo Bei raised his eyes, but those who came in met his eyes.
The meaning expressed by her eyes is very clear.
That is to trouble you to go out first.
Thanks.
Mo Bei was so cold that there was no warmth in his eyes.
Being on the snow-capped mountains all the year round deepened the aura.
If you really meet those eyes, you will feel chills down your back.
But again, she's polite.
Those three people glanced at each other, then backed away, and even brought the assistant who was standing here before, to the door, and when they went out, they closed the door behind them.
Feng Nai knew that these sounds were all because of the person in his arms, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "There are times when you can't tell the difference?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei's voice didn't sound turbulent, ordinary: "When you win, you will think that the Emperor League is still there, and my brother hasn't retired. When you hear those people talking, you will wake up. It turns out... "Speaking of this, Mo Bei paused: "Actually, I haven't won yet."
Feng Nai stopped, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little careless: "I'll wake up too."
"No need." Mo Bei said, holding his wrist with his side hand: "You can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you see that you can't get rid of."
Feng Nai laughed, stood up straight, and let her hold him: "What can I do?"
"It's okay." Mo Bei met his eyes: "If it's too painful to distinguish, don't distinguish."
He and she knew each other well.
What is the situation like.
The smile on his face was put away, and after he didn't need to pretend, it was that kind of indescribable indifference.
The image of her moving slowly and unable to keep up with her hand speed is still in her mind.
Feng Nai always liked to conquer, but such a person no longer had the fun of conquering for him.
The voices in his head never stopped, they were all suppressed by him one by one.
But the lingering sound is still there.
"Now she can't beat you at all, she's so boring, what's the difference between her and others."
"Didn't you see it yourself, those words also have their truth, such a person playing international competitions with your team is nothing but a burden."
"What's more, she won your magical skills back then, and you have already mastered it. For you and me, what challenge does she have, like that, slow hand speed
"If you don't want to talk, I can come and help you. We should find someone who is more interesting, come..."
With a sudden handshake by Feng Nai, the color of his eyes turned pale. It's like talking to the voice in your head.
"What should I do. You don't need to remind me."
"When do you think you can act, the ideas I mentioned are all yours..."
(end of this chapter)