Originally planned to continue to laugh at him.
But seeing the cold young man standing in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, even with a low voice: "Thank you, captain, for helping me speak."
Feng Nai obviously paused, even his light-colored eyes were a little dark, and his eyes fell on the hand on his right side, how could he laugh at this
The interviewing reporter also saw this scene, and whispered to the people next to him: "I really didn't expect that God K and Mo Beixiangnan have such a good relationship."
Listening to the words behind him, Feng Nai could only take back the hand he wanted to shake off.
Let someone walk forward with his shoulders on his shoulders.
It is for the sake of making any internal disagreements at that time.
Really annoying.
Feng Nai's face was still very handsome, casually, with a bit of lazy dignity.
When he reached the corner, Feng Nai stopped and took another look at someone's hand on his shoulder.
Mo Bei also followed his gaze and looked over, with no emotion on his face.
Feng Nai opened his mouth, slowly: "This assistant brother, you can say thank you, what's the matter with putting on my shoulder?"
"Man's expression is like this." Mo Bei's face was indifferent: "Didn't you also wrap your arms around the neck of a cat, panda and bear before, with the same emotion."
Feng Nai was copying his trouser pocket with one hand, and raised his eyebrows: "You can't see any emotion on your face." What kind of expression between men, this little brother Lin Keng Keng, is he imitating him
Thinking of this, Feng Nai tilted his head and smiled: "Then why don't you grab my neck?"
"It's not beautiful." Mo Bei still said little.
Hearing this, Feng Nai didn't speak at all, and started directly, wrapping someone's neck with one hand, as if holding Mo Bei in his arms: "Is this beautiful?"
Mo Bei was a little caught off guard, his black hair was messed up, and his breath was also a little mixed: "Yeah."
Feng Nai looked at the man whose neck was held by him. His porcelain white skin was like milk, and it felt very light and soft when touched, completely different from cat, cat and bear.
It's probably because that face is usually too cold, but now it's close, and it's under my control.
That's how it feels.
Feng Nai looked at the clavicle of the battle uniform that was faintly exposed due to the pulling, and before his eyes darkened, he looked away, and took his hands back, and put them back into his trouser pockets.
"During the game before, did you do it on purpose?"
Mo Bei zipped up his battle uniform, his voice was still weak: "What's on purpose?"
"Follow me, as if asking me to protect you." Feng Nai's mocking skills came up again: "You still say you're not cute?"
Mo Bei raised his eyes, his aloofness remained unchanged: "At that time, I was just playing support, and I was not familiar with the passerby game. Following you, I was practicing the mid-field linkage to see if the style of play is suitable."
"Really?" Feng Nai said casually, "Should I also explain how you went from being so good to being so strong?"
The left hand under Mo Bei's battle uniform paused, and then said: "Practice more."
Feng Nai took a step forward: "Your consciousness and positioning, and calculating the overall situation are also practiced?"
"No." Mo Bei's mood remained unchanged: "It has something to do with me playing the assassin position before, and I can predict the opponent's actions to a certain extent."
Mo Nan used to play the assassin position.
Feng Nai looked back: "Since you can play support, why didn't you join the previous team? Let's try this style of play."
"The previous team..." At this point, Mo Bei paused: "I don't need me, no matter where I play."
(end of this chapter)