Zhao Sanpang's laughter successfully stirred up the fire even more.
Feng Nai was wearing a baseball cap, and lowered his voice: "It's best not to come up with your hands, and your short legs, watch out, don't stain my clothes."
"You should pay attention to the distance, don't face me, wear a mask, there are bacteria." When Bo Xiaogui said this, his expensive little face was cold and annoyed.
Mo Bei is not here, so there is no need to pretend.
Displeasure was clearly written on Feng Nai's face, he twisted the little man's figure, and just hugged it with one hand.
Seeing his sister Bei looking back, Little Devil Bo smiled like a crescent moon.
Mo Bei's tone was serious: "It's not bad for these two people to get along."
Everyone: ... Where did you see that it was good? !
Zhao Sanpang laughed like crazy, it can be said that he was very happy.
I have to say, despite the fact that one big and one small can't tolerate each other, the two of them are still very cool together.
Needless to say about Feng Nai's figure and appearance, so holding a baby with one hand, the little devil is born with an unruly nature, and he wears the same battle uniform.
Once out of the tunnel, it becomes the most eye-catching scenery.
Many people looked back and thought they were making a movie.
After all, it is in Milan, where most of the foreigners are. All the professional players who came to participate in the competition have not forgotten one thing. Now, they are representing Huaxia!
His eyes widened a little bit.
Some people were lamenting their gait and formation, neat and sassy, and some people wanted to tease the little devil that Feng Nai was holding.
"Oh my god, is this the Eastern Angel? Such beautiful black eyes, and wearing that kind of clothes, is this little baby also here for the competition?"
While waiting for the luggage, the local people came up to chat, probably wanting to pinch the face of the little devil Bo.
The other players saw it and wanted to block it.
A string of fluent foreign languages came from Feng Nai's arms: "This beautiful lady, we oriental people are more reserved, and my future wife can only pinch my face."
"Oh my God, this kid is so cute! Look what he said."
The amazing expressions of the locals made the contestants look at each other in blank dismay.
"What did God Xiao Qin say?"
"How do I know, I don't understand."
"God Qin's son is a cow, so this is a small language."
The debate is still going on.
There was a burst of excitement over there, many people were running, many of them were local interviewers, many girls were holding mobile phones and cheering signs, and they were very enthusiastic.
It's not that they haven't seen this scene before, it can be said that they have been experiencing it in China.
It's just that in China, they are the ones who are sought after.
Now in Milan, such a group of people passed them and ran directly towards another exit.
The support card that fell on the ground can clearly see the national emblem on it.
Hua Xiaoyi opened her mouth and said, "Isn't it, is the road so narrow?"
The other contestants, after seeing the support card, completely understood what the fat man said on the plane before.
Before turning back, he could hear the mighty voice behind him.
Immediately afterwards, the same eleven people walked over with shoulder bags, along with coaches, managers, assistants, life workers and psychological counselors.
I have to say, this scene is still pretty cool.
After all, they are all people who have been on the cover of e-sports magazines, and there is even a popular comment in the circle that the reason why the H country team is sought after by the whole people is not only because they have won the championship for three consecutive years, but also because each of them has a long history. Gave a face in the ring!
Of course, the most important thing is their unrivaled popularity accumulated over the years overseas.
"It's Ye Bing and the others!"
(end of this chapter)