Don't say it's this person.
Even he himself can't accept who is crooked.
I don't want to be able to make friends.
But he still couldn't help but shot.
Feng Nai raised his hand to cover his eyes, his mouth was filled with a faint fishy sweetness, and he didn't realize what was wrong with his mouth.
It's time to get off the bus.
Mo Bei woke up, and when he looked sideways at him, his eyebrows twitched slightly: "Your mouth."
"Mouth?" Feng Nai raised his hand to take a sip of water, and the hand that twisted the bottle cap was a little careless, deliberately covering up: "What?"
Mo Bei hasn't spoken yet.
The event assistant who was about to come over to talk about the upcoming itinerary was stunned: "God K, why is your mouth broken?"
"What's all the fuss about?" Feng Nai raised his hand and scratched it with his fingertips: "I made it when I was eating spicy sticks."
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's not too obvious, otherwise the fans will definitely ask me when I'm on camera for a show."
"Ask if it's not obvious." Feng Nai didn't seem to care, "It's not the first time it's broken."
After saying this, the assistant remembered: "God K's mouth was broken last time, and God K said he was beaten."
Mo Bei stopped picking up the earphones for a moment.
The event assistant was really curious: "God K, were you really beaten? I asked Xiao Liang, and Xiao Liang was with you, so he dared not say such things."
Feng Nai's voice was very slow: "He really didn't dare."
For some reason, the activity assistant's neck felt a little chill after hearing these five words.
But the heart of gossip overcomes everything: "Then is it really the one who was beaten? Who is the person who beat you? I have to say that he is really courageous."
"About this question, you can ask your Brother Nan." Feng Nai took the backpack, put on the black mask with lowered eyes, and walked towards the car knot.
The activity assistant looked at Mo Bei with bright eyes: "Brother Nan, who is it? I really admire the guy who can hit the face of God K. He must be scared after he finishes the fight."
"I'm not afraid." Mo Bei replied with three words, which became black history.
The activity assistant had a question mark on his face: "Aren't you afraid? How is it possible, Brother Nan, just tell me, have you seen this person before, otherwise God K would not let me ask you."
Mo Bei thought for a while, and said with a clear face, "It's me."
The activity assistant was a little petrified on the spot, and then slowly laughed: "Brother Nan, hahahaha, your joke is so cold."
Mo Bei didn't insist either: "If you think it's a joke, just take it as a joke."
Event Assistant:…
Wait a minute, and synthesize his research on Mo Nan when he watched the live broadcast just now.
This man shouldn't tell jokes.
Could it be that the person who made God K's face happy at that time was really... really him
In fact, this point was no longer important to Feng Nai.
Put on your mask and leave this topic.
It's because he knows best how the wound on his mouth came about this time.
In order to bring himself back to his senses, he bit himself hard.
That's why he didn't follow his own ideas and kissed deeply desperately.
Feng Nai, who was wearing a black mask, just stood at the car festival. It was obviously an ordinary posture, and he made it like a character on the cover of a comic.
Even with something covering his face, that otherworldly aura is still very obvious.
Standing tall with a tall and straight back, her eyes looked at the undulating scenery outside.
Leaning back, he leaned halfway there, closing his eyes for a moment...
(end of this chapter)