The drive is not far away.
In less than ten minutes, I arrived at my home.
Feng Nai was somewhat surprised that the psychiatrist didn't come.
This person wasn't pretending, nor was she planning on him. She really didn't intend to tell others about his arrival.
Suddenly, Feng Nai couldn't see through this person.
Under normal circumstances, the sooner you find a heart doctor, maybe there will be some changes before he fully occupies the body.
Of course, he won't allow any changes to happen.
It's just that he thought that with her calculations, there would always be something planned.
Unexpectedly, nothing.
The car stopped, Feng Nai was just about to move.
The nice cool lemon scent floated over again.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "What's your posture?"
"Carry you down." Mo Bei said calmly.
Feng Nai snapped his fingers. This man was serious, not just talking casually.
"You're a girl, you want to carry me down?" When Feng Nai had a fever, his face would always be paler than usual, and he would naturally be a little more childish, gentle and evil, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, faintly Disdain.
After Mo Bei said "um", he started directly.
Feng Nai, who was supported on his back, had a look of astonishment in his eyes.
She really nearly carried him off.
Feng Nai frowned, and looked at the back of her neck. The previous scarf was gone, and the cold air came, making that arc more and more translucent and white.
Involuntarily, Feng Nai looked away, and didn't look too much. Because of the fever, his throat was inexplicably hot.
As for being carried on his back like this.
At first, he wasn't used to it either.
But after getting out of the car, his lazy look was particularly eye-catching.
Uncle Wang no longer wants to see their young master anymore.
Did Miss Mo really carry it? Don't say anything.
Feng Nai didn't speak, because he wanted to see what this man wanted to do.
Someone ran over there, a bodyguard in black: "Miss Mo, leave the young master to me."
Feng Nai didn't have a broken arm or leg, it's impossible for others to help him, so why not hand it over
"Need not."
"go away"
The two opened their mouths at the same time.
The former is cold and the latter is indifferent.
The bodyguard in black immediately stopped moving, after all, there was already impatience in the young master's tone.
Mo Bei glanced back at the person on his back: "Be polite."
Feng Nai casually repeated to the black-clothed bodyguard: "Please go away."
He added a please.
"Satisfied?" Feng Nai asked Mo Bei with lowered eyes, with a floating smile on the corner of his mouth, unable to tell the difference between warm and cold.
After hearing this sentence, Mo Bei walked and said, "Childish."
Feng Nai: ... him? childish
The people next to him also looked at each other because of this evaluation.
Miss Mo is the only one who thinks the young master is childish.
It is obvious that the current young master is impatient from the beginning to the end.
Anyone who is uncomfortable will feel cold.
Feng Nai has always had this problem. Every time he has a fever and a cold, he is indifferent to others thousands of miles away.
Everyone in the family knows that at such a time, they must not provoke the young master.
Today is indeed different.
With Ms. Mo here, I feel that the young master's cooperation is much higher.
The reason why Feng Nai cooperated was because he wanted to observe someone more.
As a result, it has been observed that nothing has gone as he expected.
This will make him feel even more that someone has calculated people's hearts.
Mo Bei is really good at calculating, not on purpose, but by nature.
This is why, after most people come into contact with her, they will feel that her tenderness is in their bones.
Old man Feng was at home, but he was receiving his old friend in the study. After learning from the housekeeper that his grandson was brought back by the north, he didn't even think about getting up.
Originally, he was very worried about the physical condition of that kid, but now he feels ashamed.
"Let Bei make arrangements, just listen to her, and prepare whatever she wants."
This is what old master Feng told the housekeeper.
The old friend who was sitting there took a sip of tea after hearing it: "Are you sure about this granddaughter-in-law?"
"Nai'er is not good enough for her." Old Master Feng said naturally.
It made that old friend look surprised, after all, how many famous daughters came here, and they didn't get a single comment from him.
Now, he actually feels that the grandson he is most proud of is not good enough for him.
"I really want to see what that child looks like? The family is from abroad? Which one is made at home?"
Old man Feng was leaning on a cane, stroked back and forth twice and smiled: "Children from ordinary families are not as good as you think, and they are well-educated. They just sit there and play chess. They can accompany an old man like me all afternoon, and they are also polite. Give me the chess. I will go to the kitchen to make whatever I want to eat. I am good to the elders and understand the thoughts of an old man like me. Such a child is rare, so don’t be curious. He has been abducted by my family. gone."
"You still use people to make moves?"
Anyone who has been in the business district for a long time knows that Mr. Feng is good at chess.
"What kind of person is it? There is a lot of trouble on the Internet, and they all come to me."
That's why he would sit here, just to listen, or to say hello to his friends first. If the overall situation fails, the kid probably won't be able to compete.
Old Man Feng took a sip of tea: "The hero is judged only by victory or defeat. For the rest, no matter how troublesome it is, it should not affect that child. If you ask me what kind of person she is, that child has carried too many things, and many things are left behind." On other people, I may have given up a long time ago. I separated her and Nair at the beginning. She said she understood that I would do that, and said she was leaving. Don’t worry about Naer. Please, let me take care of my grandson. He also said that one day, I will see them win the championship. This kid walks at night without even a street light, but he never said how difficult he is."
"Kind?"
Old Man Feng laughed when he heard this adjective: "How kind must you be so that you won't be crushed?"
"It's really not kind." The man laughed: "To fight against foreign countries, you also need a person with psychological quality, calculation ability, and good at walking at night."
Old Man Feng put down his faucet and crutches, and raised his teacup: "You will be grateful for the decision you made now."
Just finished here.
The phone rang over there.
"What's up?"
"Look at the email I sent you."
"I'm outside now, it's inconvenient, if you need anything, just call me."
"Z, z appeared, and... Young Master Qin."
After hearing these two names, the man paused, reached out and pressed his forehead, feeling an inexplicable headache.
Every time Kid Qin appears, nothing good will happen.
"Go on, what's the matter?"
"Z said that she will wait in Milan, waiting for bey. Now the news has spread, and every computer desktop in the interior has become this sentence."
"Qin Mo is in charge of network security!"
"Young Master Qin is indeed with Z, but... um... I don't seem to care."
In other words, this is also what Kid Qin meant.
with this method? !
The man took a deep breath before hanging up the phone.
"What?" Old Man Feng asked.
The friend looked at him: "This little friend you know has a lot of people who protect her."
"There are a lot of people who want to pull her down." Old Man Feng's eyes were uneven: "She deserves to protect her. After so long, the sky should be dawn."
The man gave a serious meal. He never thought that the well-known old fox in the business world would say such a thing one day.
It seems that Bey is not just a game genius.
"I can only prevent her from being dismissed and bear the pressure here, but after going abroad, I still have to look at her record." The man raised his hand and made a move: "I hope she lives up to expectations."
Live up to expectations.
For these four words.
Many people are moving forward.
According to the news on the Internet, Cat, Cat, Bear and the others no longer went to see them, and there were still people at the base, but there were a lot fewer.
Among them, a lot of Dimeng fans were scattered because of Z's words.
There are people who take off fans, and there are people who say forget it.
Han Xi looked out the window, turned his head to the fat manager and said, "This is not good, it will affect the training."
"Mmm, um, this really doesn't work." The fat manager said in a hurry.
The news exploded and everyone was asking about Bey's whereabouts.
The only good thing about Hei Yan is that he doesn't have to deal with investors, after all, the young master has the final say.
But in the usual endorsements and cooperation, I always have to give an answer, and I can't go on like this.
No matter what the essence is, if there is a bad influence, it will always be detrimental to Bey's situation.
Sometimes the direction of the wind does not mean that someone wants to do something, but that three people become a tiger, and it is menacing and must be dealt with.
"Han Xiaoxi, you should be quiet. I don't think the manager heard what you said at all." Panda, Cat, and Panda grumbled so hungry that he even changed his name. He really wanted to order a takeaway. But judging from the outside, he didn't dare to take it.
Han Xi glanced sideways, glanced at the two teammates who were sitting there with no image, and then looked at Manager Li who was laughing with him, there must be something that was not settled.
In the blink of an eye, even the smile has diminished a lot: "How can you change what you said before."
"It's not that we changed it, it's really that there's nothing we can do. At this time, speak for Bey. Manager Li, the mainstream thinking doesn't allow it. After this matter is over, are you slowly getting it back?"
The fat manager's hands were clenched: "Then Hei Yan's special interview page?"
"If Bey shows up and takes our questions, it will all be there."
The fat manager's eyes darkened: "Did your company not see what z posted?"
"Brother, after all, the Dimension is in the past tense, and what Z releases will indeed have an impact, but now the update is so fast, there are no ones who are similar to her, this is not a question of individualism, it is a question of the composition of the Huaxia team. , Bey's hand is injured, she can't play the game, and she insists on staying in the team to drag everyone down. How do you explain this? If she goes to the organizing committee and retires voluntarily, then everyone is happy now, how can I praise you She is fine, in fact, not only will she not retire, but she will also participate as an official player, which is provoking the bottom line of all the audience who are looking forward to this grand event, what do you think we should do?"
Fat Manager: "Have you now decided that Bey will drag everyone down?"
"I said, Lao Li, we are all old friends. Since you took over Hei Yan, what happened, have you been confused?"
The fat manager snorted: "It's not that I'm confused, it's that I feel that after living such a long time, every day for the sake of money, creating topics and conforming to the topics, let her leave if she is useless, and let her go when you need her." She is here, such a thing, a bastard can do it."
"Who are you calling an asshole!" There seemed to be a slap on the table over there: "I just said that because of my friendship for many years, and I also answered your phone call, you go and ask, who will care about this now, you guys If Hei Yan doesn't break away from Bey, it will really stink to the bottom, then don't beg me!"
Bang!
The phone call of the fat manager was hung up.
He didn't show any strangeness.
After all, there is no need for the players to know about these things. If they know, it will affect them instead.
As long as you look for everything, and use all your connections, there will always be hope.
The fat manager thought so, and went to call again, there were six in a row.
Either it was the front line, or the caller was not in the service area, or someone answered the call, answered vaguely, and then hung up.
The fat manager has always known that here, when you are good, you will be surrounded by halos, and if you are not good, you will avoid them like a beast.
Fortunately, no one came up to step on it.
God Z's words played this role.
But the feeling of being alone and helpless still made the fat manager couldn't help but light a cigarette, feeling like he was about to lose it.
Not externally, but within oneself.
Just then.
bang.
The door opened.
A slender figure walked in from the outside.
He seemed to have just come from the airport, with a pure black suitcase in his hand, and the light outlined by the gold-rimmed glasses made the cat, cat, panda and bear over there jump up!
"Feng, Mr. Feng!!"
It was Feng Yi, he took off his gloves, walked over, and first smiled politely.
Then, he lowered his eyes to the fat manager and said, "It's been hard work during this time, just leave the rest to me."
I am really on the verge of despair.
But he never thought that President Feng would come back so silently!
The fat manager was on the verge of crying.
Feng Yi didn't talk too much, he took his phone over, looked at the records of calls made and not made, picked someone he knew, and called again.
"Go around and come back, you know what's going on with you Hei Yan." The person on the other side of the phone thought he was coming to apologize to him, especially arrogant: "The current bey is a bug, she used to get it from the Dimension. No matter how many auras you have had, how much you are contradicting now, who is unlucky if you get involved with her, this is the situation of your Hei Yan, you... "
"I'm Feng Yi." Without continuing to listen, Feng Yi opened his mouth unhurriedly: "I will be responsible for all matters after Hei Yan, and I will review it again. Bey's manager is me, you are right If any of my contestants have any opinions, you can come to Fengshi to talk to me directly. It’s been a long time since I had coffee with Mr. Yang, right? The last time I met Mr. Yang, you brought a college student with you. Your wife must not know about this thing."
(end of this chapter)