Over there, Feng Nai and the others were about to enter the live broadcast room. The temperature inside was too high, so it was inconvenient to wear coats.
After listening to the director's suggestion, Feng Nai looked around, his brows twisted a little.
Then, he hooked his fingers loosely.
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows. Are you calling her
"What..." She hadn't said the word yet.
A black coat was volleyed over the top of his head, and the familiar scent of mint and tobacco came to his face, and Mo Bei paused, what does this mean
"Take it." The voice was clear and light, as if chatting casually: "A newcomer should look like a newcomer, what do you think, little brother."
Mo Bei probably also knew that this person was unwilling because he couldn't get back to the place,
In addition, in the team, except for her, everyone else has to enter the live broadcast room.
The appraiser gave her the coat out of necessity.
Otherwise, with his level of cleanliness, no one would touch his clothes.
It is really a miracle that such a person can survive until now and be liked by thousands of girls.
Through the glass, Mo Bei's side was also quite hot. After sitting down casually, she took off the mask so that she could see the progress.
When it comes to interviews, the person who talks the most throughout the process is the host.
Feng Nai who can answer one word will never answer two words, with a lazy attitude of when will it end.
The host is sweating on his forehead, this is a live broadcast!
Mo Bei's position just happened to be able to see the embarrassing smile of the host.
Hmmm... she totally believed in someone's ability to kill the day.
After watching for about three minutes, Mo Bei stood up with his coat in his arms, and was about to buy a bottle of water.
An exclamation came from behind: "Brother Mo Nan, why are you here?"
The voice was not loud, even with a natural squeamishness, but it made Mo Bei stop there.
Because it is not someone else who can call her brother like that.
It was the girlfriend that her brother wanted to bring home, Yang Mengruo.
Mo Bei looked sideways, and met a network anchor cosplaying a game character. She wore light makeup and looked beautiful, but when she opened her mouth, she wanted to convict others: "You won't be the same as last time. Who do you want to be popular with?" Bar?"
Mo Bei didn't speak, she was thinking about what her brother had gone through outside to come home in that embarrassing posture.
It's not just a hand injury.
There may also be betrayal of the closest people.
After all, no girlfriend, even an ex-girlfriend, would not casually say slander in public.
Although her brother was a little slow to react, he was not stupid.
Mo Bei clearly remembered that when his brother was still angry, Yang Mengruo called and cried: "Brother Mo Nan, what should I do? My popularity is not rising at all. If this continues, the company will definitely fire me. Can you Please help me, there is no need to advertise or anything, as long as I come in and play games during the live broadcast."
Her brother didn't refuse.
Mo Bei knew her brother well, and his wish since he was a child was to marry a daughter-in-law and go home.
How could he reject his girlfriend.
However, the result was that his brother's help did not come in exchange for kindness, but he bit back, bloody and bloody.
"Get hot? Who's hot?" Mo Bei's voice was very weak, and so was the color of his lowered eyes.
The girl seemed to hate iron and steel: "Brother Mo Nan, we have known each other for a year at least. The whole circle knows what you look like now. The team no longer wants you, so how could you appear here? You obviously came here to catch the heat, you can go now, and you can save yourself some face."
(end of this chapter)