Who keeps saying that he relies on his face for food.
When you were live, did you forget what you said
Of course, the manager will definitely not go back so directly.
He took a deep breath and told himself to face it calmly.
But before he could figure out what to say, he hung up there? Bye? !
The manager paused for a moment, then turned to the assistant and said, "He still knows to call me Mr. Li, who is in charge of us!"
"Manager, calm down, you forgot, your account number was registered by the young master for you, and your son is still calling you today to ask for the young master's signature, and in a few days you will have to talk to the king. There are five rows of them, and we agreed to take them to fly..." The assistant reminded: "Young master is needed to take them to fly."
Following those words, the manager's face gradually changed a few times, and finally he grabbed his hair: "Go and urge that person again, and ask when he will come back. The young master of the province is doing it for Mo Nan." What did I do, why didn't I realize that he was protecting someone like this before."
The assistant who felt the same could only force an excuse: "Probably to take care of the new members?"
"If you say this, do you believe it yourself?" The manager waved his hand: "Forget it, anyway, the old man also said that after the national competition, he will find a way to get the young master to leave the team and return to his family. to do..."'
As the voice faded, the night outside became darker.
In the base, after eating the dumplings, everyone is preparing to wash up before going to bed.
Xiao Nailin was carried by Feng Nai with one hand and thrown into the bathtub.
Picking up the rain sprinkler, it hit Nailin's back.
The little Nailin you made is no different from a little milk cat that fell into the water.
"I want my little brother to wash it for me, you are too rude." Nailin protested to his brother while playing with the little yellow duck he brought.
Feng Nai raised his brows and mocked: "Those who are still playing with little yellow ducks when they grow up, take a good bath."
"What's wrong with playing with the little yellow duck." Xiao Nailin touched a handful of water and accused, "You also played when you were young."
Feng Nai said casually, "If you don't play, it's boring."
This time, Xiao Nailin remembered that her mother had indeed said that his brother had no childhood.
"I'm going to find my little brother. I haven't played games with my little brother for a long time. I want to play games with him."
Feng Nai's hand stopped for a moment: "Your little brother doesn't have time to play games with you, didn't he say he was going to deliver dumplings tomorrow morning."
Only then did Xiao Nailin remember, her ears drooped a little.
Feng Nai's voice was very weak, lazily as if he was absent-minded: "Your little brother hasn't been online for three days, and you still have to give up. People who have girlfriends don't have time to accompany you."
Nailin raised her eyes and suddenly realized: "That is to say, you don't play games together anymore?"
Feng Nai didn't speak, Jun turned his face, took a towel, and wrapped it around his brother's body.
Then, he took it out of the bathroom.
Nailin wanted to ask something else.
After coming out, he found that his little brother had fallen asleep.
He must be too tired, he didn't even take off his coat, he just lay on the bed with his face sideways, his eyelashes were very long, like crow's wings, pure black.
But because of that cold temperament, it gives people a feeling that it is difficult to approach.
But what Xiao Nailin saw was only a faint shadow in front of his little brother's eyes.
It's dark circles.
It hurts to see it.
Nailin touched it with his limp fingers.
Seeing that his little brother had no intention of waking up at all, he turned his head and whispered: "Brother, are you very tired from playing games? Just now I saw that little brother is still training."
(end of this chapter)