Chapter 1353

Om, the latest chapter of the e-sports master secretly loves me!

Mo Bei stood there tall and tall, pushing his hair away with one hand, and said in a low voice: "I made you double-skinned milk and blueberry egg tarts. Get up now. The egg tarts are just big enough to eat."

The butler is going out.

Hearing this, he paused.

Then they saw their young master whispering back: "But I don't remember it."

Her voice, which she had just woken up from, was slightly sandy and milky.

The housekeeper's hand holding the doorknob was trembling a little, and the young master was really spoiled.

Mo Bei was not in a hurry: "You can continue to sleep, and let Xiao Nailin eat the egg tart."

Feng Nai, who was buried there and didn't want to move, let out a cold snort after hearing this sentence, and said with a bit of ridicule: "Here comes another one to eat and drink."

He was finally awake. Under his messy black hair was a face that confused all living beings. Indeed, no one could resist Feng Nai with this appearance.

Ascetic and gentle, he also gave birth to a bit of evil and sycophancy.

After all, it was because of... well, his face that Mo Bei fell in love with him, right?

I wanted to kiss him when I saw him, but now I didn't have to worry about it. Mo Bei leaned forward and kissed him on the face: "Okay, let's get up."

It can be said to be a very "straight man" move.

Handsome and neat, Feng Nai didn't even have the slightest chance to pull him back.

The housekeeper watched Miss Mo walking towards him, and then the young master frowned slightly, then sat up on his own initiative, and couldn't help but sighed. Miss Mo was the only one who could control this devil.

As a Feng Nai, it is very simple to learn.

What does it mean that some miscellaneous people always come to eat his things?

Young Master Feng also knew that his face alone had an advantage in someone's mind.

According to his previous style, a black down jacket must have solved everything.

Today, she wears a solid white sweater and wears a pair of gold-rimmed chain glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Even her black hair was messy, giving her the appearance of a "pure school girl".

Sitting at the dining table, Xiao Nai Lin saw his brother dressed like this. He leaned over and whispered to Little Devil Bo: "You are very coquettish. My brother must be trying to confuse Sister Bei with his face again."

Little Devil Bo raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Nai, and said politely, "Excuse me."

You know I'm disturbing you, but you still come?

Although Feng Nai's eyes said so, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Young Master Qin has been out for so long, aren't you worried, sir?"

"My dad? He's thinking about how to eat soft rice." Bo Little Devil wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "In this regard, Mr. Feng is very similar to him."

It is the characteristic of the little devil Bo to poke people and hit the point.

"I heard that Mr. Feng has been unable to get up just now and needs sister Bey to coax him."

Little Devil Bo laughed: "Do you have no arms or legs?"

Xiao Nailin, including Mr. Feng who came over with a dragon-headed cane, all found these words relieving.

Feng Nai sat there lazily: "Envy? It's a pity that you haven't even stopped drinking milk yet, and you really can't feel the feeling of being pampered by your girlfriend."

What Little Devil Bo hated the most was the metaphorical reference to his height, and his big eyes narrowed into a straight line.

At this moment, Mo Bei came over.

Little Devil Bo suddenly smiled and raised his head very sweetly: "Sister Bey, can I have another egg tart?"

Eat another one?

Everyone knew that the one Mo Bei took out was the last one.

Feng Nai also knew it in his heart, and his eyes fell over.

Little Demon Bo drooped his ears: "Isn't it possible? Let's give it to Brother Nai. After all, he just got up and hasn't eaten anything yet."

Feng Nai's hand holding the fork slowly clenched tightly. This kid was really suitable to be thrown out. He finally understood why Master Qin wanted this kid to run away from home.

Mo Bei glanced sideways and glanced at Feng Nai.

Little Devil Bo was still feeling aggrieved.

Feng Nai always knew what the Bo family's status was in someone's mind, and he didn't want her to think that he was too possessive, even grabbing food from children.

But he was not willing to give it up to that brat.

He hadn't eaten the egg tart made by someone for a long time.

Feng Nai's thin lips tightened unconsciously.

However, at this moment, when the aroma hit, it was the sweetness of milk that melted in your mouth.

It was Mo Bei who fed the egg tart to his lips.

Little Demon Bo stopped pretending to be pitiful and looked at this scene: "Sister Bey really likes him."

"Yes." Mo Bei stretched out his hand and rubbed Little Devil Bo's head: "And the coconut custard you like to eat. Don't bully him in the future. After all, he is mine."

Little Devil Bo has always been like a little gentleman: "Of course I will listen to what Sister Bey says, but someone... forget it, since Sister Bey likes it, there is nothing to say."

Feng Nai could win, but it was just because of his love.

He was still a human being now. He had a peaceful meal and did not fight for anything with Little Demon Bo. He even said nothing when Xiao Nailin was eating his favorite fried eggplant.

Xiao Nailin couldn't adapt to Feng Nai like this. He was no longer like his brother.

But one thing remained the same. It was like having his hands and feet cut off, and he still wanted Sister Bei to serve the soup to him.

It's rare that I don't have to play a game.

Little Devil Bo didn't mention the injury to his hand.

Grandpa Butler will be back tomorrow. If he remembers correctly, tomorrow... is Black Flame's first game.

Bey’s sister’s hands should be fine for assisting.

Indeed, when cooking, I can’t see any problems.

Mo Bei lowered his eyes and stopped at his wrist, his eyes light.

Old Master Feng glanced here and walked over, thinking of doing something: "Beibei, Grandpa Feng has an old friend today. His grandson is celebrating his full moon. Will you go with Grandpa Feng to see him?"

Feng Nai, who had always been calm, now raised his eyes, and a dangerous aura could not be concealed.

What does the old man mean?

"No." Mo Bei pulled out the chair for the old man: "You can go alone. My identity is not suitable, and..." She looked in Feng Nai's direction: "I just smoothed Mao Shun."

Mr. Feng really has nothing to do with this child. Why is he doting on his grandson like this?

After Feng Nai heard those words, his slender fingers stopped for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes and smiled. Such bright eyes and white teeth would never appear on him.

Xiao Nailin was also dazzled by his brother's smile.

Mo Bei sat down and said in a calm voice, "Are you happy?"

"It's okay." Feng Nai glanced sideways, with an unstoppable curve on his lips.

Mo Bei put the vegetables on his plate: "Then eat well and don't be picky."

Feng Nai's appetite is just like that, but he will eat whatever she cooks.

Even things like green vegetables are really not fun.

Today is actually the day the psychiatrist is coming.

So Mr. Feng always wanted to take Mo Bei out.

Of course, this was only one, and the other was that he really didn't want the kid Bei to get hurt.

Feng Nai was also looking at the time, but he didn't seem to care until the psychiatrist showed up.

As the son of a criminal psychology expert, Little Devil Bo felt something as soon as the man wearing a suit and holding a briefcase walked in.

The psychiatrist also knew that there were many people today, so the old man asked the housekeeper to say hello in advance.

Xiao Nailin was still kneading and playing with the little Satsuma. When he saw little devil Bo making any movement, he turned around and asked, "An'an, what's wrong?"

Little Devil Bo continued to smooth and smooth the hair of Little Satsuma, and wiped his hands: "It's nothing."

Xiao Nai snorted: "An'an, do you think your mysophobia is quite serious?"

"Really?" Little Devil Bo said, "I don't think I have mysophobia."

Xiao Nai Lin:......

Feng Nai raised his leg and passed the two, a little casually: "I'm going to talk about something."

The words were spoken to Mo Bei. He didn't intend to say what they were talking about specifically.

The psychiatrist hopes to communicate with Mo Bei. This is the first time he has seen this person, whose name he has heard countless times from Mr. Feng.

"Hello, my surname is Qian."

Anyone who can become a psychiatrist will always have an aura that makes people easily trust him.

Dr. Qian was no exception, but he had never seen such a girl, with clear black eyes, no emotion, but hiding something.

The beauty is indifferent and hard to ignore. Her temperament is as cold as snow. When her eyes fall on Mr. Feng, she is slightly pampered.

No wonder…….

Dr. Qian knows very well that this type is what paranoid people want to gain and destroy most.

They worship such people as gods.

But once the god falls from the altar, it... will be backlashed.

Doctor Qian completely understood why Mr. Feng had been so worried recently.

Just as he was deep in thought, a figure blocked his view.

It was Feng Nai, his eyes were light, and he couldn't see any displeasure through his glasses. Instead, a smile appeared on the tip of his tongue: "Mr. Qian, let's go to the study to talk?"'

Calling him Mr. Qian means letting him hide his identity.

Of course Dr. Qian would not dare to disobey his boss.

What's more, those eyes had lost their warmth when he looked at Miss Mo, which a psychiatrist could still tell.

He didn't like anyone staring at Miss Mo.

But even this kind of thing was kept hidden.

That girl is too pitiful...

It has to be said that even in a hurry, psychiatrists sometimes make mistakes.

From the moment he walked in, Mo Bei already knew his identity.

Doctors always have a unique smell.

What's more, he was holding a pocket watch in his hand.

Deep hypnosis?

It should be of no use to that person.

"It's strange that my brother would still meet people at home to discuss business."

The only person present who couldn't understand was Xiao Nailin. He was holding Little Satsuma and standing there with his head tilted, still a little weird.

Since Feng Nai entered the study, his aura changed. He took off his glasses and looked at the person standing there.

"What were you looking at her just now?"

Not only his eyes, but also his tone were filled with coldness, this was the heir to the Feng family.

Doctor Qian put down his briefcase: "The chairman should have told you that I hope Miss Mo can help you with your treatment."

"There will come a day." Feng Nai sat down and looked at his pocket watch: "Forget about hypnosis. I can answer you whatever you want to ask today."

Doctor Qian was a little surprised. After all, he had never been so proactive before: "Mr. Feng is very happy today?"

"Yeah." Feng Nai said casually, "Not just because I'm happy, but also because I'm in a hurry."

Dr. Qian smiled and said, "Can you tell me specifically why you are happy?"

Feng Nai turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette: "It's very interesting."

"What's interesting?" Dr. Qian stopped writing.

Feng Nai was still laughing: "She didn't give the egg tart to that brat, she actually fed it to me."

"Huh?" Dr. Qian was confused, but that didn't stop him from half-understanding.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the cigarette butt: "With her acting like this, I would think that no matter what I do, she will like me. Even if she looks like this, it doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Dr. Qian grasped the key point: "Perhaps for Miss Mo, she likes Mr. Feng no matter what he looks like."

"Really?" Feng Nai tapped his fingers on the table: "No, she definitely doesn't like me breaking her."

Doctor Qian tentatively suggested: "Then don't always think about breaking it."

Feng Nai smiled again: "Do you think it's possible? Doctor."

Doctor Qian was most afraid of this person calling him this.

"How about you sleeping then?"

"It's okay, I went to sleep."

"I heard from the housekeeper that Mr. Feng has a good appetite today."

"The things she made, even if she has no appetite, she wants to possess them."

Dr. Qian felt frustrated again and answered accurately.

"There is a competition tomorrow. Will Miss Mo's hand injury affect her performance?"

The figure sitting on the chair stopped for a moment while playing with the lighter after hearing this sentence: "Who told you?"

Doctor Qian knew that he had to be truthful when facing him: "Chairman Feng, he is worried."

"What are you worried about? If she doesn't perform well, I will drag everyone from the Xu family to be buried with her?" There was no emotion or anger in Feng Nai's voice.

Doctor Qian put down his notepad: "Not only that, the chairman is even more worried that Mr. Feng will think that the person is no longer a god, and he will behave in other ways."

"Tomorrow hasn't come yet." When Feng Nai said this, he slowly stood up and approached: "Didn't I also say on the phone that I won't know what will happen to me until then."

Doctor Qian looked at the figure and knew that he couldn't stop something.

I hope Miss Mo can bear it.

No matter what the outcome is.

Feng Nai was a little irritable.

That kind of irritability is unspeakable.

Maybe he's been pretending for too long.

When he walked out, Mo Bei was logging into the game on his mobile phone. After seeing him, he only said two words: "Come here."

Feng Nai didn't have time to restrain his anger, but still wanted to get closer.

"What?" His eyes were dark and icy.

Mo Bei's voice was light: "Help me figure out the rankings, and I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

Feng Nai glanced sideways: "Okay."

After taking the phone, she realized that she was logged in with bey's account.

In the entire A area, the world news is being updated.

"Ah ah, am I dreaming?"

"See you soon."

"Damn it, God Bey and I are in line!"

"Please give me permission to watch the battle!"

"No! I want to confess!"

The male fan has always been true to his words. He even turned on the mic, and his voice was a little shy: "Bey God, I got into the game after watching your videos. I have liked you for three years. I went when you were playing games, and I even gave you a lift. Brand, um...bey God, I love you!”

The next few words were spoken very quickly.

But this did not affect Feng Nai's slow opening of the mic, and then he said coldly: "Really?"

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