Mo Nan simply accepted his incompetence.
The little man who followed him and called him Miss Sister just now turned out to be Feng Nai, the boss of No. 1 Middle School that no one looked up to!
Although separated by the Internet, I really don't know what the person on the other side looks like.
But he never thought that there would be such a divine operation.
Pretend to be a kid playing trumpet
Feng Nai was indeed black when cut open, and he was not a good person as he imagined!
Mo Nan just wanted to type something more.
Then the magnetic and lazy voice sounded again from the earphones: "Fuck? When will Miss Yun Shen use such rough words?"
Just such a sentence.
Mo Bei could hear the suspicion there, and instead of continuing to play the game, he took off the earphones and asked her brother to log off, while he walked out of the room and walked to the next door.
The knock on the door made Feng Nai turn his face to the side, and after taking a look, he opened the door with his upper body bare.
Mo Bei didn't expect him to open the door like this. His slender fingers paused for a moment, his eyes shifted, and then they fell on that handsome and sloppy face: "Talk?"
"Okay." What should come will always come, but the vest has been dismantled, Feng Nai doesn't think he can't handle it.
However, Mo Bei didn't just come to find his pair of vests.
The most important thing is to conceal her brother's identity.
After all, I said both words just now.
If this continues, no matter what Feng Nai asks again, her brother will reveal his secrets.
The method of finding a door-to-door can transfer most of the diversion force of a certain great god.
Mo Bei was right.
Because now Feng Nai's head is running on the person in front of him.
Mo Bei's voice was very low and straight to the point: "Is this account of Xiaonailin always played by you, the captain?"
"This is the fastest way to get to know the team's new support." Feng Nai didn't deny it, he just stood there tall and tall, with no intention of wearing a shirt, and he could still see the well-defined abdominal muscles.
After Mo Bei avoided this point of view, Qing Juan stood there with a side face, as if thinking.
After seeing someone's reaction, Feng Nai suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and moved a little closer to him: "What? You can play female number, I can't pretend to be a child?"
The deep magnetism that rang beside her, with the smell of mints, hit her left ear.
Mo Bei paused his fingers, stretched out his hand, and pressed the man's shoulder against the door frame.
Such a posture cannot be called friendly no matter how you look at it.
But these two people are slender and good-looking.
A little bit of ambiguity was born for no reason.
Feng Nai seemed to raise his eyebrows.
He just heard that person's cold voice ringing in his ears, without any emotion: "Little brother, why are you ignoring me? I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. Do you not like little grandma?" When it's time to come, weep."
"Little brother, I really miss you. Today is Friday, my mother said that I can go to bed late, and I finally came up to play games. Is the little brother just driving me away like this? Woooo~"
"I'm so stupid, I have to protect me from my little brother to fight..."
After reading this, Mo Bei stopped.
It's because Feng Nai raised his hand and pressed his palm on her lips
Mo Bei's eyelashes were very long, and his brows were raised with a clear profile.
Feng Nai pursed his lips and smiled slowly, his forehead ached a little: "If these are not important, will the assistant brother remember a little more clearly?"
One (I'll go to bed first, and I'll make up at six in the morning)
(end of this chapter)