Others don't feel anything.
Hong Hai'er plays a trumpet every day and relies on his male god to make a living.
The teammates are used to it, and they find it very strange that he is still a straight man.
On the other hand, after shaking hands, Feng Nai raised a pretty eyebrow in this direction: "Marry?"
Hong Hai'er was instantly excited: "That's right, male god, in front of Brother Nan, you are like a little daughter-in-law, as everyone in the fan discussion group said."
Feng Nai smiled, and let out a casual sigh: "How did you survive until now?"
"Huh? Huh?" Hong Hai'er still had a question mark on her face.
His teammates pulled him over, stuffed him behind them, and faced Feng Nai's face: "Sometimes this kid's brain is not so bright."
"I can see it." Feng Nai approached with one hand in his trouser pocket, and said slowly, "It's your brother Nan who wants to marry me."
The people next to me: ...
Well, it's not right for anyone to marry anyone.
Two boys, aren't they?
Cat, Cat And Bear gradually realized that something was wrong.
But the joy of victory did not allow him to do too much research.
When he approached the rest area, he put his hand on Mo Bei's shoulder: "Brother is so handsome, you are just like Treasure, and your left hand is too awesome, just now your hand speed, God, I am sitting You can feel the sound next to you.”
"Yeah." Mo Bei responded, still speaking very little, and just wanted to move on with Cat, Cat, and Bear.
Someone grabbed the back collar, it was Feng Nai.
His tone was very lazy: "There is an interview."
"Another interview?" Cat, Cat and Bear's eyes widened: "That's right, Mo Nan performed really well this time, there must be."
Feng Nai didn't answer his words, but just dragged the man over and walked towards the opposite direction of the lounge.
The further you go, the fewer people there are.
Mo Beigang rolled his eyes.
He was pulled into the dressing room next to him.
Then there was the sound of locking.
Feng Nai didn't give Mo Bei any time to speak, and put one hand on her shoulder, trapping her on the door like that: "What's the matter with your left hand?"
"Left hand?" Mo Bei asked without answering, "What happened to my left hand?"
Feng Nai looked at her, lowering his eyes: "Can you explain me a little bit more clearly?"
Mo Bei paused with his fingers.
She didn't feel that Feng Nai had confirmed anything.
Because she seldom used roaming positions in the past.
Even if someone sees her using it now, they won't think of her.
So Mo Bei didn't show anything, but just looked at Feng Nai with a pair of eyes, black and white.
Feng Nai lowered his figure, just about to say something more.
The doorknob rang.
someone!
Mo Bei and Feng Nai glanced at each other.
Only then did the two of them realize that the place they were looking for was really not a place to talk.
"How is it locked?"
"I don't know. Where's the key? Have you brought it?"
"Take it, hurry up, take the things so you can leave."
It was the voice of a makeup artist, and there were quite a few of them.
If this situation comes in.
Seeing the two of them like this, it seems that they have done something indescribable...
Feng Nai didn't care who was talking about him.
However, Mo Bei felt that it would be a little unfair if the outside world really thought that a certain god was crooked.
Before Feng Nai could react, Mo Bei stretched out his hand and dragged him behind the dressing table.
That posture is the same as in the playground.
Only this time, Mo Bei was sitting on the ground, and Feng Nai's hand was on her lap...
(end of this chapter)