Feng Nai has so many things to do with one operation.
He doesn't mind a few more operations.
For example, when I looked at Moments, I somehow felt that something was missing.
What this person posted before was from another him.
Now, it seems that it should be posted.
So I took a picture of my hand.
It is good to have good-looking, slender and white hands.
There is no need to retouch the picture at all, so I directly sent a Moments, two concise words: "Domestic."
Once this circle of friends comes out, it will definitely explode.
After all, Mo Bei would not be so reserved before.
In Mo Bei's perception, it's only when he marries and returns home.
Feng Nai was completely different. After posting the photos, he felt a little more psychologically balanced.
Messages came almost instantly.
The most handsome and fat man in the world: "Fuck! This is too unlike the style of a little facial paralysis! Hands?"
Young Master Jin also wanted to post more, but he had no choice but to be watched at home, so he could only express his inner thoughts with a frown expression.
Cat, Cat and Bear: "Brother, you can! Is this the boss's hand?"'"
Handjob: "Another day of being abused."
Nailin is the favorite of the group: "I always feel that something is weird, Aite, my sister Yunshen, take a look."
Before Yun Shen came out, Han Xi replied, "No wonder."
Rao Rong: "Like posing for a photo."
Veteran players are indeed different.
Bo Xiaogui's appearance was even more direct: "Young Master Feng, is it fun to take pictures of yourself?"
This message was the one that caught Feng Nai's attention the most. After looking at it, he deleted it and blocked the other party.
Soon, Little Devil Bo sent a message: "Where's Miss Bei?"
Feng Nai took a look. He was only four years old, a child, so he didn't care.
Little Devil Bo spoke again: "No matter what state you are in, remember to remind her to come for the operation."
Operation
About hands
Feng Nai's eyes turned away, and just as he was about to reply, he found the emoji she didn't let him see.
Xiao Ke Nai doesn't eat coriander, take it away!
Little Ke Nai has a headache and needs a hug!
Your little Ke Nai just wants to sleep now, not to play!
Each one uses his photo, with words on it.
What a mess.
Feng Nai squinted and was about to delete it.
The door over there was pushed open, and it was Mo Bei who had cooked porridge.
She paced over and glanced at the screen of the phone he was holding.
Feng Nai had already logged out of the WeChat page, and clicked on the food video.
This person is like an old-fashioned person, except for food videos, there are no other applications.
"Come here, have porridge."
Mo Bei set up the tableware. In addition to rice porridge, there were also refreshing side dishes. The portions were not large, just enough for Feng Nai to eat.
The porridge is served in a casserole, and it is still fragrant.
The lid of the casserole was lifted, and the hot air rushed to the face.
People who have a cold will recover faster by drinking porridge.
Mo Bei had never been weak in raising Feng Nai.
The sound outside, like continuous snow, never stopped.
But if both of them are there, it will be different from before October.
Old man Feng still remembered what his grandson was like at that time.
Just like Feiying, he will always remember that on the day he left Quancheng, after Mo Bei came out of the hospital, he had been looking out the window.
that time.
What the hell is she thinking.
I don't want to leave, but I have to.
Therefore, no one hopes that the same thing will happen again.
Feiying still can't forget what she said at that time.
She said: "Money is too important, people will look down on my parents because of money.
time will pass.
The wound never healed.
He and she both know that what people say you don't have to be strong is useless at all.
When the storm comes.
Only by being stronger can we protect each other.
Therefore, he has the absolute right to speak in the Feng family. Even if someone wants to pull him down, he will know the dirtiest side of everyone one step ahead, so that he can say that under heavy pressure, It's okay to let her go, along with me.
And she became the legendary Mr. L, who secretly poked the wind and clouds in the stock market during a doubles match.
There is always a price to pay for growth.
Fortunately, we have finally reached this point.
"Finish, double row."
(end of this chapter)