That thank you was a bit beyond Feng Nai's expectations.
He stopped there for a while, his brows raised: "I can't feel the sincerity of this little brother at all."
Mo Bei turned his eyes, and his voice was cold: "How can you be sincere?"
Feng Nai's attitude was very lazy: "Raise your hands."
Mo Bei looked at the suit on his body, but followed suit, his mood didn't change much, and his profile was still handsome.
Feng Nai said slowly: "Raise it higher."
Mo Bei's eyes fell
Feng Nai reminded someone: "Sincerity."
Mo Bei withdrew his gaze and continued to raise his hands high.
Feng Nai took out the phone and pointed it at someone: "Show cute."
Mo Bei: ...
Couldn't bear it anymore, and looked away, it was very cold this time.
Feng Nai still maintained a lazy posture: "Little brother looks like he wants to fight with me. You seem to be quite good at loli sounds."
Mo Bei knew what he was talking about when he was playing the game: "Have I been cute?"
"Help me get the blue buff." Feng Nai's voice was also weak.
Mo Bei looked at him: "Is it cute if I assist the assassin to hit the blue buff?"
"Everyone else is on another road, you always follow me, what is it if you're not cute?" Feng Nai's words actually made sense
Mo Bei punctured him with only one word: "The linkage between the auxiliary and the wild will speed up the rhythm of the jungle."
Feng Nai laughed suddenly, and his voice was slow: "Assassin's background is indeed different from other people's thinking, but why haven't you used your style of play in the previous team?"
Mo Bei felt that a certain great god was a bit difficult to guard against. Among the three sentences, there would always be a sentence that was tricky.
After all, she played differently from his brother.
"How to sell it?" Simply changing the subject, Mo Bei looked at him coldly.
Feng Nai originally wanted to reply, it's not very smooth when you usually say something, but in the next second, he realized that he couldn't say this sentence.
He only raised the mobile phone in his right hand a little higher, and the voice was still lazy: "Be more loving."
Mo Bei did as he did, and made a heart shape with his fingers with a noble face, expressing clearly that he didn't want to cooperate.
But I can't resist the impact of that good-looking appearance.
In full view.
All the girls looked at the cold and handsome little brother in bear clothes.
He gestured a heart to the slender figure standing opposite him, as if he was confessing his love.
And that figure was so cool, after only taking a picture, he dragged the little brother away, and it was still the tail...
It was supposed to be an hour.
Did not expect half an hour.
The clothes will be returned.
The little brother who rented out the bear clothes was still asking: "Are you not shooting anymore? I think others only pass through several."
Feng Nai doesn't play videos, and doesn't know what the other party is talking about, but communication is still okay: "Black history, just leave one."
Black history
The little brother was dumbfounded.
Mo Bei was fiddling with the zipper with his hands behind his back, his profile was still very cold.
Probably also because the thick clothes have been worn for a long time.
Plus the weight is there too.
It's easy to sweat.
It's just that Mo Bei was born with a cold feeling. She didn't show any trace of sweating, but her black hair was a little wet, and she looked even more handsome when she hit it there.
The little brother glanced at Mo Bei, and sure enough, none of the flyers were gone.
His usual hair is not like this effect!
Mo Bei basically didn't have any emotions, but he didn't pull down the zipper after touching the back of his hand for a long time...
(end of this chapter)