Feng Nai also wanted to know this question.
In front of the computer, he reached out and took off the earphones.
Following his movements, pure black hair fell down, covering his eyes.
But that one-handed trouser pocket, tall and tall, oozes a clearness.
Grandma couldn't understand. Shouldn't the boss be happy if he won the game
No matter how you look at it, it seems to be cold.
On the other side of Cat, Cat and Bear, there are two worlds. Mo Bei is about to be hugged when he stretches out his hands: "Brother, I can't tell, you can hide your tricks, let me go, your left hand is as good as the I bey God!"
After hearing that familiar title, Mo Bei's hands under the sleeves stopped slightly, but her face didn't show any expression, she just blocked the person, her emotions were very light, her translucent cold white complexion: "You say so , God Bey's fans will hit me."
"That's right, it's really a bit of a trick." Cat, Cat and Bear didn't realize that this was an excuse. Seeing that his brother didn't want him to hug him, he simply changed the position of his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder: "But your hidden strength is hidden. That's enough."
Mo Bei didn't speak right away.
Because she knows that cats, cats and bears can perceive things.
That person must have seen it more clearly.
How to find an excuse.
is the key.
Mo Bei raised his eyes lightly: "I didn't hide it deliberately. I planned to change hands during the national competition. It was researched in advance, so I was relatively passive."
"So that's how it is." Cat, Cat, and Bear clapped their hands there: "It's so considerate of the overall situation, brother, I admire it!"
At this moment, Feng Nai casually opened his mouth, with a cold voice: "Only you believe this kind of thing, you, come with me."
Cat, Cat and Bear just turned around.
Seeing their boss reach out and drag his brother away? !
this? Are you going to take medicine again
Obviously not.
However, there was indeed a smile on the corner of Feng Nai's mouth, but the temperature in his eyes was even colder than before.
Two people on the corner.
He looked down at Mo Bei, with lingering light-colored eyes, with a slight mockery: "This assistant brother, switching back to the main hand to play the game seems to have revealed a lot of flaws."
Mo Bei looked sideways, his face looked like fine porcelain jade, noble and abstinent, he just looked at Feng Nai like that.
The black and white eyes, combined with the temperament of the body, inexplicably appear to be a bit contrasted.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows and lowered his figure: "Don't pretend."
Mo Bei opened his mouth, but his emotions were still calm: "I really didn't understand what the captain meant."
"Oh?" Feng Nai said casually, "So your style of play is like bey, how are you going to explain it?"
Mo Bei looked at his hands, black eyelashes cast a shadow: "I am who I am. Mo Bei Xiangnan doesn't need to hit with his left hand because he heard such words."
Feng Nai narrowed his eyes, and lowered them a little.
Mo Bei just raised his eyes.
The distance between two people is so close that even the breath can touch each other.
Feng Nai paused, opened the distance, and said slowly, "Why didn't you use your left hand before, because you were worried about being said."
"I can play with my right hand and left hand. I didn't have the opportunity to use my left hand before. After all, the captain was there. Today, my right hand was injured, so I thought of changing hands." Mo Bei's sentence is not a lie.
But Feng Nai heard something else in it, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he mocked lightly: "Listening to your words, it seems to be saying that there is no need for such small-scale competitions as city competitions and provincial competitions. You switch to your left hand, this little brother, you are really good."
(end of this chapter)