It was not a lie that Feng Nai said that he went to buy biscuits, but instead of taking the rest of the people, he took a wallet.
The wallet was thrown to Mo Bei, and the things were also for Mo Bei to pick.
It's impossible for Young Master Feng to be good at buying vegetables and fruits.
Things like grocery shopping didn't seem to match Mo Bei's temperament.
But when the clear figure stood there, holding the tomato with his slender fingers for comparison, there was nothing wrong with it. Wherever he stood, there was a view, which attracted many people.
"Two boys visiting the fresh vegetable section?"
"They all wear masks, but they feel so handsome."
"The little brother I like to pick vegetables, it's the first time I've seen someone pick vegetables, and he's so pretty."
Hearing the voice next to him, Feng Nai also looked at the person in front of him. The black hair and exposed eyes were really... pretty.
Mo Bei put the celery in the shopping cart, and planned to make some wontons for supper after his hand injury healed in the past two days.
When I raised my hand, I accidentally raised it too high, and a small thing stuck on the forehead of a certain great god.
Feng Nai was casually playing with his phone, a little absent-minded, wondering if it was because he was waiting for news and didn't notice.
Mo Bei stretched out his hand directly, and touched his forehead with his fingertips.
Feng Nai's lowered eyes paused for a moment, then, he took a step back and frowned slightly.
Mo Bei was always cold, so he spread his left hand to show him what he had thrown down.
The corner of Feng Nai's eyes twitched, full of ridicule: "Don't always try to take advantage of it with your hands and feet, and help the little brother."
Mo Bei: ...
Feng Nai laughed, full of evildoers, and poked his finger back: "Very helpless?"
Mo Bei raised his eyes and didn't speak, as long as you know.
The food on the hands of the people standing next to them all dropped, how would they describe it, looking at two boys, you poking my forehead and I poking your face
Others are here to buy vegetables, maybe they are here to do something else...
However, the relationship between the two is really good now.
You can see it in the car.
The increase in the frequency of small talk is not without warning.
The best relationship is evenly matched.
Before the two people did not accept each other.
There is no winner in a fight.
In terms of academic performance, there is someone who is better than myself.
This was something that Feng Nai found very interesting.
After such two people get in touch, they will naturally get to know each other faster than others.
I met in the game long before adding.
You won't feel bored while chatting.
Treat each other as friends and gradually become brothers.
It's also time to understand how Mo Bei treats Young Master Feng differently, and not everyone can give her a nickname.
After all, he was the person who really wanted to fight in the game back then...
Mo Bei reached out and threw something into the shopping cart.
Feng Nai swiped the messages on his phone, took a look and said, "Chili pepper."
"Don't buy it." When Mo Bei said these two words, his emotions were still light.
Feng Nai narrowed his eyes and was about to speak again.
Mo Bei turned his eyes: "People who are in poor health should eat less spicy food."
Feng Nai smiled: "When will I be in poor health?"
Mo Bei: "It's easy to catch a cold."
Feng Nai couldn't refute.
Mo Bei: "It's easy to get a fever."
There is still no way to refute it, it is indeed sickly, even though Young Master Feng's aura is cold and strong, his physical fitness is another matter.
"Picky eaters." Mo Bei turned his eyes, thought for a while, took out his phone, and asked Feng Nai to look at the screen.
It was an emoji made of his picture, which said: "Xiao Ke Nai doesn't eat coriander, take it away!"
(end of this chapter)