Backstage

"Or not?"

At nine o'clock in the morning, Feng Yi, who had not slept all night, raised his eyes and looked at the assistant who walked into the office.

The assistant's embarrassed look was evident: "They still don't answer the phone over there."

"It seems that the He family doesn't even want to give the old man face." Feng Yi stood up, frowning even more.

"What's going on with my nephew now?"

Just as the assistant was about to answer, he saw the scene over the sofa.

Well, that suit belongs to the boss, right?

What's covered under the suit is... Secretary Shen!

The assistant hurriedly averted his eyes, as if he had discovered something big.

You must know that when the young master sent him to look after Vice President Feng, he mainly wanted to find Sister Mo as soon as possible.

Now that Sister Mo is back, there is a problem with the young master. She didn't have time to let him go, so she wouldn't let him see this scene!

Feng Yi waited for a while, but didn't hear any noise. He just followed the assistant's gaze and looked over. Seeing that the man was not sleeping very peacefully, he whispered: "Go out and talk."

The assistant was still confused.

So much so that when Vice President Feng asked him: "How long does my nephew plan to let you stay here?"

He answered intuitively: "It would have been fine to stay for more than a month, who knew..."

At this point, the assistant paused and looked at Feng Yi hurriedly!

"Mr. Feng, please listen to my explanation, things..."

Feng Yi interrupted him: "My nephew must have made many enemies in my family. Go and tell him that no matter what happens, you must believe in Mo Bei, otherwise he will be the one who will regret it in the future."

"But now the young master..."

"No matter what his situation is, it's the same."

"yes."

For Feng Nailai, he was not in a good mood after receiving such an instruction when he first arrived.

There was an impression of Feng Yi in his memories. No one would be happy if he expected such a fox-like man.

However, sitting next to him, the slightly cool temperature of a hand that would occasionally be placed on his forehead made him feel less irritated.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Mo Bei's profile has always been pretty, and now he looked even more affectionate.

This all stems from the fact that Feng Nai rubbed his temples as soon as he woke up, impatiently getting out of bed. Although his features were very pretty, people could still detect his aggressiveness.

However, what made Mo Bei soften his eyes was that even so, he still did not forget to maintain his gentle persona.

Just like a sick man.

The driver didn't want to talk anymore.

The young master's health was indeed not good before, but it wasn't to this extent.

At first glance, it's just pretending.

This time, Lao Wang guessed wrong.

Feng Nai wasn't pretending, his personality wasn't stable yet, and it was normal for his body temperature to be wrong.

"Um."

Outside, Feng Nai restrained himself a lot, after all, there were still people there.

He didn't know how many people were planning to force Mo Bei to give up his spot in the competition.

If memories could be shared, his elegance would be stained with blood.

There is no common ground, and many things are not easy to deal with.

So this time, Mr. Feng chose to go with the housekeeper.

For Feng Nailai with this personality, he only plays games to let Mo Bei know that he can also do what that person can do, but at the core, he still wants to find the toy he used to have.

Such a position.

Mr. Feng was very worried that he would be unstable, not to mention that the He family was determined to remove Beibei.

He Long really thought so and frowned even while drinking tea.

"This is the first few calls. This player named Mo Bei has a pretty tough background."