Old man Feng knew what the housekeeper wanted to say.
He raised his hand and pressed down.
The butler picked up the tone, but didn't look back.
There was also a deep meaning in old man Feng's eyes.
He didn't understand what Nai'er was planning now.
But one thing is certain, as the doctor said before, the North and the North are the key to Naier's return to normal.
Sometimes Mr. Feng would think about what went wrong. The Feng family puts the most emphasis on family education, so why would something go wrong when he came to his grandson.
He was sick at the age of five, so paranoid that people had to send him away.
Old man Feng also regretted it, if he hadn't sent Nai'er to the county at that time, there wouldn't be such a legacy as now.
He was very worried, worried that this Naier would destroy Bei by means of confinement like that year.
With the intelligence of that child in Beibei, it is impossible not to know this, but she still protects everything.
Old Man Feng looked back, and after walking a few steps on the long corridor, he stopped again, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch in his hand: "Still biting Bei's hand injury from outside?"
"It's not just Ms. Mo's hand injury." The butler couldn't bear it: "There is also the young master's situation. Some people have already spread the news. With the young master's mental condition, he is not suitable to be in charge of the Feng family. Some people say that he is not suitable for the Milan competition. .”
Old Man Feng stopped his back and spoke again: "Didn't Yi'er come back?"
"Yes, Vice President Feng has already arrived at the club. Hei Yan has not been affected for the time being. I'm afraid that tomorrow, when it comes to the competition system of winning glory for the country, that one will show no mercy at all. After all, the rumors will punish him."
The housekeeper's concern was not unreasonable.
There are so many people to interview inside and outside the base.
If Feng Yi hadn't arrived in time before, maybe a sentence would have left a handle, not to mention Mo Bei and Feng Nai who were on the cusp of the storm.
Tomorrow is destined to be difficult.
Old Man Feng looked at the crescent moon outside the window: "Think of a way to convince that person to treat him as looking at my face."
"yes."
The butler had never heard the old chairman say such a thing.
In the past, the old chairman should be very happy to see this happen.
It's a good thing that the young master doesn't play games anymore.
But now...
"I thought you would take advantage of the trend and make the young master completely stop thinking about the game."
The butler lowered his eyes.
Old Man Feng looked at him with light eyes: "It's not that I haven't thought about it that way. Whenever I think about it, I will think of a sentence Bei said."
"Miss Mo?" The housekeeper was puzzled: "What did you say?"
Old Man Feng's eyes glowed a little: "If you are lucky, I hope you can see Hei Yan win the championship."
The butler has a meal.
Old Master Feng smiled: "The child said that maybe she never won the domestic championship. What she thought in her heart was the world championship from the very beginning."
The butler opened his mouth, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Old Man Feng's voice was still calm: "My grandson, from the very beginning, I objected to him playing games, and he wanted to win the world championship. At that time, I didn't understand. I thought it was just a game. The two children have more or less understood that what they want to do most is to let the world know that Huaxia is very strong. It is a bit unreasonable for me to be a stumbling block."
"But those people outside don't think so." Sometimes the housekeeper wonders if he is getting old: "I really can't understand, now even that one thinks that Ms. Mo won't let go purely for the sake of popularity." .”
After speaking, the butler shook his head.
Old man Feng didn't speak any more.
No matter how strong the Feng family's assets are, in the general environment, it is not so easy to change something.
Even Feng Yi didn't find a breakthrough for that one.
"President Feng, can't you do it?" The secretary came over with a cup of black coffee, and what he saw was the man with the foxy smile who hung up the phone with a slight frown between his brows.
Feng Yi copied it into his trouser pocket with one hand: "It's a bit difficult."
The long-haired secretary lowered his eyes: "The last time you said it was a bit difficult, it was God Z who left, and President Qin was not there. When the Dimension was at its darkest, they all asked God Z not to come back. No one interpreted it positively for the Dimension. Many investors have withdrawn their capital, but you still found a voice, this time... "
"It's different this time." Feng Yi took the black coffee: "According to reason, that person wouldn't listen to the rumors completely. I don't know why he can't get used to the little facial paralysis so much. I suspect that there should be someone who talked to him face to face. He said something that made him fundamentally deny the little facial paralysis."
"Then what should we do?" The long-haired secretary was anxious, her face turning pale.
Feng Yi looked at her, and after a while, he put his hand on her head and rubbed it back and forth twice: "Don't worry, there will always be a solution."
Having said that though.
But Feng Yi didn't think about the specifics either.
After getting too many rejections, it seemed that they were afraid of some factors interfering, so they didn't even answer the phone.
What is the situation now.
Small facial paralysis should also be very clear.
Under such circumstances.
Feng Yi was really worried that her original intention would change.
Fortunately, there is a copy of Vampire Castle.
But, probably no one will know.
Mo Bei, who was lying on the bed, thought over and over when he rubbed his hand over the handsome face next to him.
Definitely can't stop here.
She is going to that place with him.
Even if everyone is saying, she is unworthy and he is sick.
Mo Bei closed his eyes, clasped his hands with his fingers, and felt the temperature quietly. Gradually, sleepiness hit him, followed by shallow breathing.
It was at this time that Feng Nai woke up. He first glanced at the hand he was holding, then moved his gaze upwards, and placed it on that clean face.
When she fell asleep, she would look very well-behaved, without that snow-like desolation, she didn't even move, only her light-colored lips were slightly parted.
After Feng Nai's gaze stayed there for a few seconds, his handsome face followed suit.
The light sweetness, like lemon candy between the teeth, is more addictive.
The hand hanging on the side clenched into a fist involuntarily.
When he left, there was a heavy breathing sound.
After Feng Nai noticed the change in himself, he suddenly pulled the distance away.
He's pushing something down.
If he can't hold it down, he loses.
The result of losing is that he will come back.
He can't afford to lose, and he doesn't intend to lose.
Feng Nai lay up straight, looking at the ceiling.
He's going to prove to this woman that it's not just that he can play the game, he can also...
The moonlight gradually dimmed.
Except for the street lights on the street, every house returned to silence.
Until the next day, the balance was broken.
"Brother, have you talked to Dad yet?"
It was the coquettish sound of a girl on the phone.
Soon, there was a response over there: "I said, don't worry, with Dad here, it is impossible for a player like Mo Bei to participate in the Milan competition."
"I'm not afraid that Dad will be afraid of closing the family."
The man listened to the voice over there, and took the briefcase: "You don't know what Dad looks like. In front of big right and wrong, it's not easy to get along with anyone."
"Trojan horse! Brother, you're right!" The girl tilted her head, her ponytail fluttering lightly: "Dad is the most fair. People like Mo Bei have nothing to eat in front of him."
The man frowned slightly: "Where did you learn the tone, girls, don't be like this, this is the only time for these things, don't read it again in the future, it's so hostile."
"Okay, okay, I'm not the same, I don't want to see a piece of rat shit affect the game, I won't watch it in the future, it's mainly about Mo Bei, I really hate it, there's nothing I can do about it."
The man accepted the rhetoric: "I just want to be popular. After all, it's Milan. Okay, let's not talk about it. Dad's side should be fine. We're going to go there now."
"good… "
The girl responded sweetly, and withdrew the thread in satisfaction, her eyes slowly showing sinister.
With her fingers on the keyboard, she couldn't wait to share the results with her online friends.
Bey seems to be fine every time.
This time, it must be over.
Hypocritical and contrived, it really insults their favorite e-sports.
(end of this chapter)