After Mo Bei gave a faint "um", he added: "He has thoughts about you."
"Yes, I have, think, method?" Feng Nai spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about how this little brother who was near the pit came to his conclusion.
Mo Bei glanced at him, pulled the quilt up, and his mood didn't change: "He just nodded and looked at you all the time, his eyes were a little weird, and he wanted you to be the spokesperson of the hotel. These are basically the words of a wretched uncle Routine."
Feng Nai probably understood someone's brain circuit, held back a smile and said, "Really? I didn't see it just now."
"He looks like a man in clothes, you definitely don't think about that." Mo Bei stood there tall and tall, still clear and cold: "Captain, don't lie on the bed in front of people in the future. It's inevitable that you look like this." There will be this kind of uncle who has thoughts about you."
Feng Nai let out a "hmm", turned her head and coughed lightly.
Mo Bei thought Feng Nai's throat was uncomfortable, so he went to pour water for him.
As everyone knew, the upward arc of Feng Nai's mouth could not even be suppressed.
But this didn't affect the speed of Feng Nai's brain.
So after Mo Bei came over with a water glass.
Feng Nai casually opened his mouth again: "No wonder when the director of No. 1 Middle School sees me, he always takes a second look at me."
Mo Bei frowned slightly: "The director of No. 1 Middle School?"
"Yeah." Feng Nai drank water lazily: "It's about the same age as Mr. Xin just now, and he's well dressed."
Mo Bei seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and said, "Next time you can point it out to me."
"Huh?" Feng Nai raised his eyebrows.
Mo Bei said naturally: "You can get stuck in the alley and get beaten up."
Feng Nai wanted to laugh again. After holding back, he pretended not to care and said, "This is not very good, what if it is not, and when I think about it carefully, more than one director of No. 1 Middle School has seen me like this. After we gave a speech last time, A boy who is in charge of the student union has been watching me for a long time."
"Students in No. 1 Middle School..." Mo Bei's eyes darkened: "Shouldn't they all be afraid of you?"
Realizing that he was being ridiculous, Feng Nai began to take it back calmly: "I'm afraid, but my eyes don't change, so I don't like to be in contact with people. When I was in junior high school, because of this kind of thing, I Mom is still afraid of what I will encounter at school.
Mo Bei's brows became more and more frowned: "What's wrong with junior high school?"
"I was followed by a wretched man, and he confessed to me." Feng Nai's words were not a lie: "So when you approached me backstage, I thought you were just like him."
Mo Bei didn't care about the second half of the sentence. After hearing the first half of the sentence, he doubted himself and answered, "Is this how your resistance to people comes from?"
"Yeah." Feng Nai said in his heart that his resistance to people started when he was a child, and it was related to his being kidnapped.
He understood what the little brother in Linkeng was thinking, so he leaned against the bed: "Sometimes I don't know why, when I meet this kind of person, I don't even have the strength to shake my fist."
When I was in junior high school.
Because Feng Nai was so delicate.
It is indeed a disaster for the country and the people.
It's not wrong to be followed by an uncle.
But the difference was that he almost beat that man so hard that he couldn't take care of himself.
Mo Bei listened, his eyes became a little cold.
Many people think that curved men are as glamorous as in novels.
In fact, no matter who you are, there are good and bad.
There are many cases. In order to satisfy themselves, some people even pick on minors and blur their orientation...
(end of this chapter)