After clicking those messages one by one.
Mo Bei transferred the finger page to the friend list.
Her account was set long ago to refuse to add people.
Friends are few.
Some are just a certain great god and the others.
But the last task is to play a competitive game with friends.
At the beginning, Mo Bei thought about adding anyone at random.
But none of them passed.
Due to time constraints, we cannot wait for the other party to pass.
Rather than looking for a needle in a haystack like this, it's better to let his brother do it.
But after the lessons from the live broadcast just now.
When Mo Bei clicked on his brother's profile picture, he paused.
It is easy to be recognized.
Moreover, her brother's account has been taken back by the club and can no longer be used.
Fans also know the account that usually broadcasts live.
If anyone sees Mo Nan in a double row with the good disciple.
Then it will be really dangerous.
Thinking of this, Mo Bei slenderly pointed to the next pull.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered.
He set his sights on the most pink head portrait.
Mo Bei squinted, and sent a voice: "" Little Nailin, are you there
Feng Nai, who had just gone upstairs and was about to go into the bathroom to wash off his sweaty body, noticed the phone ringing in his trouser pocket, and casually turned on the screen.
After seeing the nickname "Little Brother" in his light-colored eyes, he paused for a moment.
Forget it, boring anyway.
Feng Nai's slender fingers moved back and forth, as if typing: "Little brother, I'm here."
At the end of the word, there is a cute emoji.
This is the normal state of his brother when chatting.
Feng Nai looked at it, and it was automatically displayed, so he sent it out.
When Mo Bei looked at the displayed message, it seemed that there was a little Nai Lin Mengmeng in front of him, so he was not so wary: "I need you to do me a favor."
"What's the matter, little brother, tell me, I can help you with anything." Feng Nai sneered to himself after sending this sentence, and took time to talk to Lin Keng Keng in the future, so that he would not Talking like this makes it tiring to pretend,
Mo Bei's eyes fell on the reply, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'll send you a game invitation in a while, and you play a competitive game with me."
"Are you going to take me flying again, little brother? I'm so happy!" Feng Nai replied absent-mindedly, and the other hand had already ripped off his white shirt: "However, little brother has to wait for a while, I have to wash it first Take a shower, I went out to play just now, and got sweaty all over."
Hearing this, Mo Bei looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again: "How long will it take for you to recover?"
"Twenty minutes, little brother, are you in a hurry?" Feng Nai's slender fingers moved, his clear collarbone was exposed, and he had a disheveled aura, as if he was calling someone little brother.
Mo Bei gave a faint "um" and didn't say much.
"Then I'll wash it quickly, and try to come out as soon as possible to play with my little brother." Feng Nai put the phone on the marble glass table after typing this sentence, his eyes lightened slightly.
He is considering whether to buy a mobile phone for Lin Keng Keng tomorrow.
Let him play his own number.
Now that it has been tested almost.
There is no point in talking to someone and playing games in a pretentious tone all the time.
The group of people in the province's base really felt that he was in a sweet duo with someone.
Thinking of a lot of things that don't exist...
(end of this chapter)