Mo Bei always felt that there was a familiar black belly in that smile.
No matter how restrained Feng Yi was, when he was looking at his phone, he didn't hide his eyes and said, "I've treasured this photo for a long time, and I've never shown it to anyone." As he spoke, he stopped his fingers and smiled. Stronger: "It's over."
Mo Bei looked over, and there was a wave of turmoil in his originally emotionless eyes.
On the screen, there is a little person about five years old. Because of her skin color, "she" looks like a porcelain doll. Her cat eyes are big and round, black without any impurities, but she is looking at When taking the camera, with an arrogance that does not belong to "her" age, even the eyebrows are slightly twisted, as if a little impatient, but it does not affect the beauty of "her" at all, especially "she" wears Lolita style The veil skirt, as if it came out of a cartoon, and the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to that of Xiao Nailin.
However, "she" seems to be a little softer, because "she" is squatting with a small body, teasing the little white cat very milky.
Mo Bei has no natural resistance to children.
Especially this type.
But Uncle Feng also said it just now.
This picture is... it's that person...
Mo Bei's reaction was much slower than usual.
As if he still didn't believe it, he touched the screen with his fingertips: "This is him?"
"Yeah." Feng Yi blinked and smiled: "Except for his family, no one else has ever seen him like this. At that time, he was still weak and could only be at the mercy of his family. At that time, there was a wedding, and he was supposed to come. The little flower boy is sick, but the clothes are still there, and he must be replaced by a little girl, so his mother let him wear a skirt, how is it? Is he different from the one you usually see?"
Mo Bei reached out and turned on the screen again.
Look at the little man's slightly pursed lips.
There's almost something about loving it.
"It's cuter."
Those three words made Feng Yi discover the purpose of his vicious nephew even more.
Especially the little one whose eyes were dimmed just now, and now he has started to tap his phone screen again and again, and the corners of his mouth have softened faintly.
Feng Yi chuckled: "I'll send you the photo."
"Okay." Mo Bei still didn't say much, Qingjuan turned his face sideways, thinking that there was a new mobile phone screen saver available.
Just when she just received the picture.
The screen lights up and a call comes in.
It was Feng Nai. After connecting, his voice didn't seem to change much: "Where are you?"
Even if Mo Bei leaves, he won't leave today.
She will take advantage of these two days to train new assistants.
"On the way."
In this sentence, Mo Bei did not lie. Even though she had already started to prepare for the end of her departure, she would definitely go to the dinner party. After all, this was the first time they won side by side in a national competition.
At this time, Feng Nai's eyes were less cold.
It's just that Mo Bei couldn't see it.
He put his hands back, as if he was just stating the facts: "I haven't ordered anything yet, I've been waiting for you, my hungry stomach hurts."
It's obviously faint sound quality.
Inexplicably, Mo Bei could hear the emotions hidden there.
Similar to grievance, or lonely
Mo Bei was ashamed of him in the first place.
After all today's game.
When the coach didn't believe her.
It was he who allowed her to play freely.
The buff in the wild area was also given to her.
And she was planning to leave.
Now I hear him say that his stomach hurts.
Mo Bei's heart trembled slightly...
(end of this chapter)