"So what?" Feng Nai's smile at this time was obviously not warm.
As soon as the assistant heard it, his voice became weaker: "So in order to prevent the fans from getting more resistant, the higher-ups suggested that the young master should keep a little distance from Mo Nan before today's game."
"I sent the photo, so let them come to me." Feng Nai copied it into his trouser pocket with one hand, and said slowly, "Also, the company's public relations are responding to the season recently, so hot that they will only sleep?"
The assistant opened his mouth, knowing that he was mocking, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead: "Mo Nan is a new player, according to the club's regulations, only those who have achieved certain results, the company will come out to do public relations, and the young master doesn't want to." Blame the company, everyone follows this rule. If it is broken, it will be unfair to others. It depends on whether the agent is willing to do public relations for Mo Nan alone. Now it seems that this situation is Impossible, after all, it really has something to do with the record."
Speaking of record, fans don't think Mo Nan has the strength to win Mvp.
So in this matter, the club is also very passive.
The young master should have seen it all.
Feng Nai really understood that a company is a company, and there is nothing to criticize in the exchange of resources.
However, post a photo and keep a distance...
Ah.
pull.
Feng Nai's eyes darkened, and nothing could be heard in his voice: "It's over?"
The assistant inexplicably felt the coldness on the back of his neck: "It's over."
"Bring up the breakfast and the battle uniform." Feng Nai's tone became even lighter.
The assistant couldn't tell if he agreed or didn't agree to what he said just now, so he repeated it again: "Then the suggestion above..."
"I know." Feng Nai interrupted him: "Are you going to make me beg you to bring me breakfast?"
The assistant immediately stood up: "Master, I'm going upstairs right now!"
Feng Nai didn't speak any more, put the phone away and put it in his trouser pocket. When he turned around, what he saw was the man with his head tilted slightly, half of his face pressed into the pillow, his black forehead curled up. Come down, just enough to cover your eyes.
Even sleeping was very cold, his handsome face did not show any emotional changes, and even the back of his neck was very white.
It's just that it looks softer than when it's awake.
Feng Nai walked over, his eyes moved down, this guy even sleeps so well, and has a lot of clothes on his body, he really doesn't look like a young man at all.
There was one thing that Feng Nai really couldn't figure out.
According to this guy's character of not fighting or grabbing, why does his eyes seem to be on fire when he starts playing games.
Maybe it's because too many people have been framed.
That's how it is.
It seemed that there were too many things hidden, and it was not quite the same as when he first saw him before.
At that time, Mo Nan gave people a kind of uninhibited personality.
They can be regarded as the professional team that began to join in the same period.
It's just that the choices are different, and it was difficult to associate him with the good disciple at the time.
But now he is more like the appearance in the game.
Feng Nai looked at the person on the bed again. After opening the cigarette case, he lowered his eyes and bit one between his thin lips. He didn't smoke, but just leaned there lazily, waiting for the assistant to come up in every possible way.
Try not to make any noise.
But looking at it, Feng Nai frowned, and slowly looked away, because from this angle, this guy looks too much like a girl...
(end of this chapter)