Feng Yi still had a smile on his face: "Oh? It seems that I have misunderstood you, nephew. It turns out that you are also the kind of person who loves team members."
Feng Nai was careless, even a little lazy: "Of course I am, the newcomer you want to bring is the one who is friendly, uncle should know him."
"Who?" Feng Yi saw the trick: "The person I brought? I saw the name, but Hei Yan said it was Mo Beixiangnan, but I haven't seen anyone yet."
Feng Nai's eyes flickered, and then, his beautiful jaw was lifted upwards, with a clear arc, which had a deep meaning: "The person is there."
Only then did Feng Yi look back, his eyes really fell on Mo Bei's body, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses with his fingers, and pushed them upwards.
The other hand stretched out, in an unchanging business style: "Mo Beixiangnan?"
"I am." Mo Bei also stretched out his hand, his fingers were fair and slender, and he still didn't say much.
It was like meeting the two for the first time.
All in all, no one is extra different.
Afterwards, the corner of Feng Yi's mouth curled up again, and he smiled slowly: "I will be your manager from now on."
Mo Bei's voice was unclear and not weak: "Please give me your advice."
Feng Nai stood beside there, continuing to look at the two people in front of him.
Very polite, but also very cold.
It seemed that he was thinking too much.
Feng Nai paced around, and after approaching someone, he opened his mouth again in a low voice: "You don't know who he is?"
Mo Bei shook his head without changing his expression.
The corners of Feng Nai's mouth curled up very slowly: "You are a fan of the Dimension, I don't know who he is, is it a bit fake?"
Mo Bei caught Feng Nai's eyes by surprise, and there were layers of temptation in those beautiful eyes.
She knew that her current emotions should be controlled as much as possible.
Not suitable for talking too much.
That sentence just now is indeed a bit unthinking.
Uncle Feng has been cooperating with her.
It can't be at the last level that all the previous ones will be invalidated.
"I've watched a lot of game videos of the Imperial League, but he wasn't there." Mo Bei didn't answer the question, and brought out a little contrast: "Why is it fake?"
Some high-cold people, once they don't understand something, will indeed make people feel a little cute.
Feng Nai, who didn't come up with any words, laughed lowly: "It seems that doing well in the exam does not mean that you are smart, little brother, have you forgotten that I said during the live broadcast that the manager of the Imperial League is me uncle."
Mo Bei reacted at this time, his black eyelashes moved slightly, as if he couldn't believe it: "He's just..."
Feng Nai hadn't seen a person like this much, this little brother Lin Keng Keng, even if he was surprised, he was still aloof, he didn't have much expression, it was really interesting.
But if he acted too fiercely, it would be false, after all, this person's character is here.
Mo Bei had studied introductory psychology before, but sometimes he couldn't see through Feng Nai, because no matter what he was thinking, it was all lazy and clear.
It seems that it has nothing to do with him, but there are temptations everywhere.
How long she can keep the secret, she is not sure.
But she has to keep competing.
Mo Bei moved his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Feng Yi.
There is a reason given to her by a certain great god.
She can also take a good look at Uncle Feng.
It's just that Mo Bei's eyes haven't stayed for too long.
Feng Nai, who was wearing a battle uniform, covered his trouser pockets with his backhand, and stood in front of that, with a casual voice: "Are you such a fan?"
(end of this chapter)