This threat.
Nailin spoke in a low voice, her handsome face was full of anger.
Feng Nai pressed him with one hand, full of laxity: "Think carefully, if you betray me, can you still earn your little money from Jin Zi?"
"My friendship with Brother Jinzi cannot be broken by someone like you!" Although Xiao Nailin said this, she was still very confident in her heart.
Feng Nai just said "Oh?", as if to make a call.
Nailin pressed his hand anxiously: "Brother, do you still think that your plan today will be successful?"
"Of course I do." Feng Nai lowered his voice: "So you stay away from your little brother, she belongs to me, not yours, understand?"
Nailin rubbed her ears: "If I let my little brother know that you have such thoughts, I will definitely stay away from you."
"What kind of thoughts do I have?" Feng Nai's voice was a little cold at this moment.
Nailin muttered, "You know it yourself."
Feng Nai smiled again, and looked at Mo Bei beside him with smiling eyes.
Before, Mo Bei was looking at the dessert Mrs. Feng showed her, and didn't notice this side.
Now that he met Feng Nai's gaze and saw him smiling at her, he felt his hands itching again.
three days.
This number is still reminding Mo Bei what to do and what not to do.
The Feng family was still the same as before, with many servants.
In fact, Mo Bei was not needed to cook at all.
Instead, Mrs. Feng soaked the cherries by herself, and she wanted to try making the dessert I saw just now with Mo Bei.
Unexpectedly, someone unexpected would come back at this point.
"President Feng."
The servants welcomed the man in the beige suit with lowered eyes.
Xiao Nailin was still walking around there, but when she saw his father come back, her little face was pinched in a daze.
Mr. Feng was also wearing leather gloves, and his whole person gave off a suave elegance.
There are not many people in this world who are almost middle-aged but have an inexplicable temperament.
And if no one said it, Mo Bei could hardly see his age, and Mrs. Feng was the same, she seemed to be only five or six years older than them, and she didn't look like someone who had given birth at all.
Mrs. Feng was obviously a little surprised when she saw Mr. Feng: "Why did you come back and didn't let me pick you up?"
"I'm here to pick you up and go to a party." When Mr. Feng was speaking, he stretched out his hand and tucked Mrs. Feng's hair that was messed up when she made the cream just now: "I'm afraid I will disturb your interest in making cakes .”
Madam Feng smiled and untied her apron: "I'm going to change clothes."
"No, I'll prepare it for you, and it's in the car." Mr. Feng said this, and looked at Mo Bei: "Nai'er seldom takes friends' home, so he keeps letting them go again and again." He changed, today I can be regarded as seeing a real person, Mo Nan, right?"
Mo Bei was about to speak.
Over there, Feng Nai spoke, in an unhurried voice: "Did you buy that dress for my mother, or for your girlfriend?"
Mr. Feng didn't answer him, but instead smiled sideways: "Are you in a hurry?"
Isn't it just a few words with the kid you fancy.
Son, when did you become so restless
Everyone in the Feng family has a pair of eyes that hide deep meaning.
Of course Feng Nai saw what his dad meant, walked over with his trouser pockets in his hands, and casually put a magazine there: "Dad, you should be the one who should be worried, after all, I've always kept myself clean. Unlike you, show mercy."
(end of this chapter)