"Looks like you lost the game."
Mrs. Feng walked over with a smile, and glanced at the side face of the elder son who was obviously much darker.
I know it well, it's definitely not because of the game.
So to speak, but to adjust the atmosphere.
Feng Nai would not show any impatience in front of the elders, so he raised his eyes and smiled at Mother Mo.
This smile made Mo's mother's heart ache.
Such a handsome face, with pale lips still barely colored.
She slapped her son on the back of the head, and said in a low voice, "Did you do something?"
He did play tricks, but it's too damn biased.
And that guy K, he was pretending just now.
Feng Nai did mean it.
But the anxiety is real too.
If this continues, he is afraid that he will not be able to suppress such emotions.
Because Mo Bei had already said that he was leaving.
Listening to the voice in his ear, Feng Nai didn't say much, just picked up his coat and said, "Auntie, I'll see you off."
"No, no, we're very close." Mother Mo said with a smile, "You can walk there."
Having already said that, Feng Nai couldn't do anything more.
After all, it is necessary to maintain politeness in front of the elders.
And what made him somewhat uncomfortable was her attitude towards him.
Be polite and considerate.
All together for so long.
Do you think that after changing back to women's clothes, you can treat it as if you don't know each other
Feng Nai didn't want to expose this side of himself to her.
Waiting to get back to base.
Thinking about it like this didn't make him much happier.
But Mo Bei, before leaving, untied the school uniform around his waist and wanted to hand it to him.
Feng Nai stood there, but didn't answer, her voice fell in her ear: "After washing, ask me to come out and get it."
Mo Bei paused for a moment, did not follow his routine, and said in a calm tone, "Let my brother bring it to you then."
After Feng Nai heard these words, the temperature in his eyes was completely drained.
After Mo Bei and the others left.
Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Nai's profile in the car.
He hasn't smiled since just now.
It's rare that her eldest son, who has always been loved by others, will show such an expression.
Feng Nai couldn't see his face.
If you can see it, you won't believe it, it's him.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers kept looking back and forth at the information page.
I want to send it to that person for clarification.
But because I don't have the qualifications yet.
And become emotionally fluctuating.
He was a little upset and restless.
The anxiety made him see the photo of someone he secretly took today.
Slightly reduced some.
Feng Nai did not forget her actions in the elevator.
She subconsciously protected him from this.
It can never be fake.
And add blood to him in the game.
Think here.
Feng Nai typed a line and sent it to the account that he had only contacted once: "School uniform, wash it and give it to me yourself, or throw it away. Tomorrow's sports meeting, at worst, I went to school and was fined to stand on the rostrum superior."
After Mo Bei saw this sentence, his slender fingers paused, and seeing that there was an expression behind it, he couldn't help poking it.
Soon, another message came over there.
"I know you saw it, show it as read."
After a pause, Mo Bei said, "I can't give it to you tomorrow."
Tomorrow, her school will also have a project, a 5,000-meter long-distance race.
"Then give me a day." Feng Nai's fingertips dropped: "Anyway, clothes are not the point."
So what's the point
Mo Bei's question just flashed across.
There is an extra line of text in the chat box.
"See you."
(end of this chapter)