It was pure black, like fog.
He didn't avoid suspicion either, and walked out with a casual expression, his jaw line was too good to steal the spotlight: "You said it to me on purpose?"
The tone was lazy, no emotion could be heard.
Feng Yi stood up straight.
Little Devil Bo also moved his little chef's hat, without denying it.
Feng Nai curled the corner of his mouth, and looked down at the little man: "I want the guy in my body to listen and react?"
Little Demon Bo has a dignified face, and at such a young age, he has a full sense of presence: "You are no different from him, but the World Series cannot be judged solely by Sister Bei. Come back."
As he spoke, he nodded his chin: "In the interview car downstairs, those players who left today are all because you are the starter, and they feel that it is unfair. They think you are not worthy now. If you were in the past, K will move The mouse has the right to speak. This is the difference between you and the other person. If you lose to them in the promotion match, not only will Fat Master suffer, but Sister Bei will also be accused of crowding out teammates, causing Huaxia to lose the trophy. People don't care what the truth is, because they just see, what they want to see."
"Heh." Feng Nai smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold. He reached out and touched the little man's head: "Young Master Qin really has a lot to worry about."
The Bo little devil is most annoyed by people calling him that. After all, he is still young, his big eyes are narrowed into a line: "Want to touch me?"
"It's really an eyesore." Feng Nai reached out and lifted the little man's collar all at once.
Little Demon Bo couldn't even reach the ground with his feet, and his two white lotus-like legs were hanging in the air. He was still a cold little prince the first second, but he seemed to see something in the next second. The inside is full of contradictions, and the small body is twisted into twists.
Feng Nai put the little man on the trash can, his slender figure slowly lowered, one hand was still in his trouser pocket, his eyes were as dark as a cold winter night in the north: "That won't happen thing."
When he said this, his tone was completely different from before, and he was very angry: "Some things, if he can get there, I can too. I won't be indecisive like him. I will let Mo Bei Win, win cleanly."
After saying this, he withdrew his hand.
As if nothing had happened.
When passing Feng Yi in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked down and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Little Demon Bo's eyes were squinted, his chest heaved up and down, sitting on the trash can, he could only jump down due to the height problem.
The demeanor should not be messed up, it is the gentleman's behavior entrusted to him by the housekeeper's grandfather.
But it is the Qin family's nature to hold grudges.
He dialed the kitchen number: "Add two more cups of bitter gourd juice to King, and replace the lemon tea with celery. He doesn't like it? Come here, nutrition is the most important thing. King is the secret weapon designated by sister Bei. His Physical condition is the first priority, yes, put more, no need to add honey."
Feng Yi was listening by the side, with a smile that couldn't be concealed under his glasses, and when he looked at the slender figure at the end of the corridor, his expression became much more serious: "An'an, do you think it's effective this time?"
Hearing this, the little man raised his eyes slowly, with a serious face: "Uncle Feng, my body is full of bacteria now, which is your nephew's room? I'm going to roll around on his bed."
(end of this chapter)