This will not work!
Zhao Sanpang turned around and looked at the little man standing aside.
Little Devil Bo was still like a little gentleman, with his head held high, he smiled at Mo Bei: "I'll get some ointment for Sister Bei."
"Okay." Mo Bei patted the little man's head.
Seeing this, Zhao Sanpang gave the little demon Bo a thumbs up, tall, really tall!
In this way, there are not two people.
Look at how that kid Feng is still pretending!
Everyone knows that Little Devil Bo's height is as high as Mo Bei's thigh.
Wherever Mo Bei went, he followed him, politely carrying a small medicine box, as expensive as a little prince.
So, the two-person world that was supposed to exist, with an extra light bulb, is still the kind that can move.
Think about it, it's really an eyesore.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes, and glanced at the "well-behaved" little man standing there, the attitude in his eyes said everything.
Since there is a scumbag father at home, Little Devil Bo has long been used to this kind of gaze, and he slightly lifts his eyelids to take a look at people.
The atmosphere of one big and one small has never been harmonious, and the undercurrents between each other are well known to each other.
If it weren't for Mo Bei's presence, young master Feng wouldn't be lying down so carelessly, just like before, holding the little man by the back collar and throwing it into the trash can.
The little devil Bo will not be as white and cute as he is now.
Mo Bei possessed himself, first raised Feng Nai's hand, looked at the red circle on his wrist, and said in a flat voice, "You are not in good health, don't press yourself like this in the future, it won't be easy to recover."
In terms of coagulation, Feng Nai was indeed different from ordinary people.
It's just that in the face of such a debunk, his slender figure paused, looked at the face close at hand, and slowly restrained the hostility in his eyes, he didn't smack his tongue, and let Mo Bei apply the ointment on him, The expression on his face also changed, and his eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.
Who would have thought that Young Master Feng could be so harmless.
You know, he is a snake without temperature, beautiful and dangerous, with venom on his teeth.
Little Demon Bo raised his eyebrows, and also stopped fighting, and began to conduct a systematic medical analysis.
Sitting for a long time will inevitably cause stiffness around the shoulder joints and some discomfort in the cervical spine. This is especially true for professional e-sports players. Age, status, and hand speed are just basic. Behind the glory, ordinary people cannot see Repetitive training.
This not only requires the players to be patient, but also to grit their teeth and persist.
After all, there is no job that can only be glamorous without hard work.
Usually, professional teams will arrange rehabilitation teachers, especially when going overseas.
It's just that Mo Bei knew that with someone's temperament, he wouldn't like someone to touch him.
When he was in Heiyan, after extra training, he also grabbed a towel and walked to the second floor to do aerobics.
He is like this most of the time, usually he doesn't talk much, he likes to sleep, and he doesn't even bother to open his eyes. With talent, he easily became the male god of the whole people.
But Mo Bei knew how he got here.
During the ten months she left, it was impossible for Hei Yan to have a better life.
She read the messages at that time, every one was an attack, and he had the most traffic, and the more he took on.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the darkest moment.
But even in such an environment, he still single-handedly raised the ranking of the entire competition area, which led to the current Milan final.
He deserves it.
(end of this chapter)