Feng Nai stopped in his tracks, clutching his trouser pocket with one hand, his eyes darkened, he turned around slowly, and looked behind him.
That person's face has not changed at all, it is still very handsome and noble.
The same combat uniform he wore when he was at the base.
He had the zipper of his jacket all the way up, exposing only the curve of his jaw.
Black broken hair reflected his faint eyes, abstinence and aloofness.
It's Master Mo!
The manager just wanted to go up and say hello.
Their young master stretched out his hand to block him.
The manager is still puzzled.
His young master looked down, glanced at the surveillance screen in his hand, and tapped on the figure of the girl in the white skirt with his slender fingers.
What does it mean
The manager is not understanding.
Mo Bei knew very well, which was why she appeared here as "Mo Nan".
Just to let him see where she and the girl in the white skirt are respectively.
The method of appearing in front of him is the most direct.
Feng Nai did narrow his eyes for a moment, and even lowered his voice and said to the other side: "Is the target still there?"
"Young master, don't worry, we've been watching. This guest has already gone upstairs, at the corridor."
Feng Nai's handsome face turned away, and once again his eyes fell on the man, his voice was rambling: "Why are you here?"
"Boss Feng brought me here." Mo Bei approached, still speaking very little.
Feng Nai looked at each other, his eyes darkened: "Bring you to the hotel?"
"Feng's industry, an event arranged by the company" "Mo Bei's mentality has always been stable.
Feng Nai smiled, but didn't mean anything gentle: "Oh? What activity?"
"My online review is bad. There is a chef competition here, and he wants me to live broadcast it next to him." Mo Bei raised his eyes, his voice uneven: "I haven't entered yet, but I saw my sister participate in this competition on the screen. My sister and I look the same, if I go to the live broadcast, it will cause trouble, and now the event has been cancelled."
"You look the same as your sister..." Feng Nai pondered this sentence, and approached slowly, but the temperature in his eyes did not come back: "Why didn't you talk about this before?"
Mo Bei seemed puzzled, and unconsciously moved his eyelashes: "No one asked."
These four words made Feng Nai pause. No one really asked him what his sister looked like.
It has also been shown in previous materials that this person seems to be very protective of his family in this regard.
Everyone knew that he had a younger sister, but this younger sister's presence was extremely low.
As if no one has seen...
But this doesn't affect his intuition.
Feng Nai only tilted his head and smiled.
In the next second, he pressed Mo Bei's wrist and pressed him against the wall.
The manager watched from the side, thinking that the two were going to fight.
His face turned pale, and he wanted to go up to persuade him.
Feng Nai didn't even turn his head, and casually threw a sentence: "I'll chat with our assistant brother, why panic, stand by the side."
Manager: ...Master, you don't seem to be chatting, you seem to be fighting.
Mo Bei only glanced sideways, and with his pressed hand, as he approached, the faint breath of mints also floated over, so close, so close that she could inhale his breath with just one breath. .
Feng Nai tilted his head and stared at her.
Unlike before, this time it was so dangerous that people felt that they might be swallowed and occupied at any time.
It seems to be thoroughly suspected.
Under the light, Feng Nai's eyes were like broken stars.
In front of him, she seemed to have been seen through...
(end of this chapter)