Feng Nai's hand on the right was slowly clenched.
As if he was suppressing something, his eyes turned red.
no.
He cannot give up the initiative.
He knew very well what the other self in his body wanted to do.
In the same way, he knows better that as long as she is still there, that person will not disappear.
According to the plan, he should get rid of her, pull out the needle and break it, that's what he should do.
Feng Nai reached out, almost grabbing Mo Bei's neck.
After seeing her eyes, he paused, his arms slid down, and he put his head on her shoulders, his voice was a little hoarse: "I can learn too."
Mo Bei tilted his head in confusion: "What?"
"Game." Feng Nai's tone became light: "You can wait a little longer."
It doesn't have to be that he comes back.
Just give him time.
That person will, and he can learn.
Hearing this, Mo Bei raised his hand and hugged his waist: "Okay, I'll wait."
In the distance, Zhao Sanpang and Bo Xiaogui walked over.
Zhao Sanpang took a telescope in his hand, which was given by Little Demon Bo.
He doesn't have these high-end gadgets.
"Hmm..." After Zhao Sanpang looked at it, he said deeply, "This guy named Feng is quite good at pretending to be pitiful."
Little devil Bo stood there, small but noble, with an indifferent little face: "You're the same as my father."
"Indeed!" Zhao Sanpang put away the binoculars: "Beibei must be at a disadvantage. Your father also knows that there are many tricks, right?"
Little Devil Bo expressed his agreement, but what happened in front of him...
"The trouble is not the flamboyance, the trouble is when that guy will be able to untie his knot."
Zhao Sanpang knew that the son of Little Spade's family was too smart.
Seeing him was like seeing a replica of Qin Mo.
You can't really see him as a child.
"I said An'an." Zhao Sanpang put his hand on Little Devil Bo's shoulder: "You are so old, can you make friends in kindergarten?"
Little Devil Bo glanced at him: "Yes, I rely on my face."
Zhao Sanpang: ...
"Fatty, let's go." The little demon Bo said while lowering his head and fiddling with his small flying machine: "Maybe it's over here, maybe my scumbag father will find an excuse to come here and use it to attack my mommy Take credit, I don't want to see him."
Zhao Sanpang is highly consistent with the child on this point: "I don't want to either!"
Every time I see someone surnamed Qin, something bad will happen.
His grandma's, how dirty his heart is, hang him on the wall as a P picture, and go to the hot search!
"Leave the one with the surname Feng to me. All the newcomers trained by your fat master can make rapid progress in the shortest possible time."
There is no need to hide Feng Nai's current situation.
At least everyone in the team knew that he had forgotten how to play games.
In less than ten days, we will fly to Milan.
During these ten days, everyone must improve, especially Feng Nai...
If he doesn't return to his best form, it's hard to say what will happen to him in Milan.
What's more, the domestic environment does not allow him to make any mistakes.
The scolding is still there, and it is getting stronger and stronger.
This is the norm.
Every member of Heiyan's team has gotten used to it.
For them, the return of all members is more important than anything else.
When he came in again, the first thing Mo Bei did was to throw away those instant noodles and make a pot of fried noodles for everyone to eat.
Han Xi still felt a little regretful: "I can actually work in the back kitchen, like frying cauliflower..."
"No, you can't!"
Before he could finish speaking, Cat, Cat, and Bear dragged him away.
Feng Nai stood there looking at Mo Bei's noodles, with an extra ping pong bat in his hand, and he was carelessly tossing the ball.
This is one of Zhao Sanpang's courses, it is said to train hand speed.
Feng Nai felt bored, but he did it.
Because he wants to stay.
(end of this chapter)