Trapped

Those light-colored pupils swayed involuntarily.

It's because that cold and clear person has a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and even his usually indifferent eyes are shining.

"Are you so happy?"

"Um?"

"I said, are you so happy?"

"Well, um..."

Before Mo Bei could finish his answer, Feng Nai stretched out his hand, pressed the arm of the chair on one side, and turned his head away.

The force was irresistible, but after touching it, it became gentle.

The keyboard on the table made a scraping sound and fell to the ground. The white thread was wrapped around it and hung there.

The touch of thin lips is slightly sweet, soft and cool.

Even the beating of the heart was somewhat uncontrollable.

It was just an impulse at first.

Even Feng Nai himself didn't understand why he couldn't control himself so much when he saw this man smiling.

Originally the microphone was still on.

But how could someone like Feng Nai let others hear her voice? She turned off the power and the whole room went dark.

Just as Mo Bei was about to raise his hand, he pinned him down on the chair with his backhand.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes,

The messy black hair only made him look more dangerous at this moment.

He bent down and put his head on her shoulder. His breath came out, a little indescribably low, mixed with squeamishness: "I want to kiss you."

That look...

Mo Bei looked sideways and kissed behind his ear: "Okay."

Feng Nai paused suddenly, and when he looked at that person again, his eyes were much darker: "Who do you think I am again?"

"That's right, no one." Mo Bei looked at him without avoiding it.

Feng Nai smiled, with a cold look on his lips: "It seems that I still have his shadow on me."

After saying that, he relaxed his strength, stood up, and returned to his gentle appearance. His back was a little arrogant: "It's time to go to bed. Miss Mo Bei seems to have everything. She has a master, a teammate, and she still wants him to come back." ? Didn’t I say it’s impossible?”

"This game is really boring."

"Don't let me hit you again."

Feng Nai left faster than usual.

He didn’t want to say that he had everything, but I was just one person, and had always been one person, unlike him, who was liked and sought after by everyone.

Even the old man didn't want to see him appear.

But what to do.

He came anyway.

As for the guy in his body, he wouldn't let him have another chance to come out.

You like playing games, right?

Then these keyboards should be scrapped.

Feng Nai came out of the room and spoke lazily: "Uncle Li, the electrical appliances in the room can be disposed of. According to what grandpa said, it is best to throw away all these things that affect me as the heir."

The housekeeper frowned. You must know that the young master has jumped through the window more than once in order to play the game. Now that it has changed like this, no one will adapt to it.

"What?" Feng Nai glanced sideways: "My words don't work?"

The butler was about to persuade.

Mr. Feng, who was walking up the stairs over there, said, "Just listen to him and throw everything away."

"Yes." The butler lowered his head.

Feng Nai held his trouser pocket with one hand and stood sideways: "Grandpa should be happy."

"Of course I'm happy to be able to focus all my attention on the Feng family." Mr. Feng approached him: "Now that we've decided, let's settle the matter of the competition. I just received the news that someone is going to cancel Beibei's competition tomorrow. Eligibility."

Feng Nai said "Oh" casually: "What does that have to do with me?"

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