Only this time, a chance to prove it.
In the end, Mo Bei didn't reply to Feng Nai's message.
Especially at a time like this.
Not to touch feelings.
The next day, when the assistant brought the aunt in to cook.
The first thing I saw was the bowl of noodles placed on the computer desk.
Then Mo Bei stood up and slightly tilted his eyes: "I'm sorry to bother you."
The assistant paused, and was about to ask you if you just woke up, or if you didn't sleep yesterday, when you saw the boy walking upstairs.
No need to ask, it must have been a night without sleep.
Otherwise, according to Mo Nan's work and rest habits, it's time to go out for a run at this point.
The national competition is about to begin.
Auntie is planning to cook some rib soup for the children at the base.
To say the kids are an understatement.
After all, the oldest here is only 20 years old.
Bigger than my aunt's son.
She looked up at the figure who went upstairs, thinking about sending a glass of milk in.
When I got to the door, I found that the door was half closed.
The boy was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and fell asleep.
Probably because of being too tired.
Auntie didn't make a sound, and when she wanted to step back, she bumped into the person behind her.
It was Feng Nai, he seemed to have just taken a shower, his black hair was still a little damp, he was wearing a flaxen house coat, and his white collarbone could still be seen in the baggy top.
"She hasn't gotten up yet?" It doesn't seem like someone's routine.
The aunt lowered her voice and said, "It's not that I didn't wake up, but I just fell asleep."
Just slept
Feng Nai frowned slightly.
After the group training yesterday, she went down to practice by herself again
After Feng Nai's eyes darkened, he took the milk from the aunt's hand: "I'll send it in."
"Okay, okay." Auntie also knew who the captain of the base was: "I'll go down and make some soup."
Feng Nai let out a "hmm" and didn't say anything more. The door was closed when he came in.
Walking to the bed, she looked down at the half of her face that was slightly exposed on the edge of the pillow.
The light-colored thin lips with good shape are closest to him.
Very light color, but with a luster that makes people want to get closer...
Feng Nai put the milk on one side, half bent down, his long legs were bent like that, and one knee landed on the wooden floor, his slender hands gently parted Mo Bei's hair, and kissed lightly, It will not be noticed by the sleeping person at all.
"You've never been so careless. You're not afraid of being discovered? Just sleep with the door open."
Feng Nai's voice was also low, and he could clearly feel the alienation emanating from her.
Including yesterday's message, there was no reply to him.
Feng Nai was also very concerned.
He wondered what she was thinking.
But she never intended to tell him.
Compared with these.
Feng Nai still had to go to the company to determine the lineup for the national first battle.
He gave Mo Bei one last look.
This time when he went out, he didn't wear a battle uniform, a windbreaker jacket, or leather single boots, but because he wore a tie and gold-rimmed glasses, he had a commercial look for no reason.
There is a saying that Ye Bing said is correct, the company has the company's measurement, and the first match in the national competition is Tu Hai.
This time, the company did not intend to let Mo Bei Xiangnan play.
Public opinion is one aspect, and more importantly, the opponent must already be very familiar with Mo Nan's combat methods. After all, there is Lu Yifan on the opposite side, and the more this is the case, the more he has to avoid it. This is a tactical shortage.
(end of this chapter)