Feng Nai still wore a black mask on his face, deliberately avoiding showing his face.
People who don't play games may not know how popular Feng Nai is.
If I had to describe it, it probably means that she is obviously not from the entertainment industry, but the number of fans is close to that of an A-list star.
So his clothes when going out are different from ordinary people.
A black jacket with a hood is always worn over the uniform.
Aloof and handsome, that's probably what he's talking about.
The assistant followed behind so that someone would recognize Feng Nai, after all, the outside was no better than the school.
In fact, usually, the players seldom go out.
Work and rest is one aspect. After waking up, there is a daily amount of training to be completed even if there is no competition.
Of course, there is still a certain live broadcast time.
In terms of live broadcast, Feng Nai has always been the most free-spirited. Most of the time he spends his time in the massacre, and how long he shows his face depends on his mood.
So there is nothing wrong with what his master said, there are very few people who are not excited when they see King, after all, young people nowadays are playing games.
He has to be by the side for a while to suppress the atmosphere, so as not to be too noticeable.
I have to say that there is nothing wrong with the assistant's idea.
If the person they want to meet, the premise is not Mo Bei's words.
Nailin let go of his brother's legs, and when he pushed open the glass door of the store, he could hear the sound of wind chimes.
Sitting by the window, Mo Bei held a cup of coffee in his hand. He was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, black hair and dark eyes, and a large British-style plaid scarf. The sleeve of his left arm was slightly rolled up. He looked up at the door past.
At first glance.
Mo Bei didn't see Feng Nai.
Because only Nailin came in.
It's the next second.
The glass door was pushed open again.
A man wearing a long black coat came in. It was obviously an ordinary style, but he wore it with an outstanding aura.
The man was still wearing a black mask on his face, showing a pair of deep eyes.
Once at the high-speed rail station, once in a gang fight, and once in a traffic jam.
After three contacts.
It was difficult for Mo Bei not to recognize the other party.
The coffee cup was held in another hand, and the bottom of his eyes was obviously cold.
Feng Nai also saw the person he had been trying to get back to recently, with one hand in his trouser pocket, turned his eyes sideways, and set his gaze on that person's face.
The distance between the two people is not far.
Mo Bei could even see clearly the cold light in the man's eyes when he looked at her.
It's really an inch.
Feng Nai was in the same mood.
How come it happened today.
On another day, he could get his place back from this person.
The assistant was right behind Feng Nai, as early as the second he entered, his expression changed.
Why is this curvy guy who likes to catch people's attention here
Will it be the same as last time at the high-speed rail station.
Knowing the whereabouts of his great god, did you come to stay early
Just after solving the matter on Weibo, I saw the culprit again.
The mood of the assistant is really not much better.
He was thinking about whether to go up and find a reason to drive people away.
But on another thought, this is a public place, anyone can come.
I became even more angry.
Why is this Mo Nan so haunted!
Mo Bei caught the assistant's gaze, and the coffee cup changed hands again.
She was thinking, if a fight is really needed later.
How is she going to settle down Nailin first
It had to be said that this coincided with Feng Nai's thoughts.
However, Feng Nai never did anything in front of his brother.
I'm planning to get it back another day.
When you are about to step forward and pass people by.
Like a small tornado that couldn't be stopped, Xiao Nailin rushed to the opponent's side, and yelled crisply: "Little brother!"
(end of this chapter)