Touch

It was pure black, as if there was fog.

He did not avoid suspicion, and walked out with a casual look, his jawline was too beautiful to be seen: "Did you say that on purpose?"

The tone was lazy, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Feng Yi stood up straight.

Bo Xiaomo also moved his little chef hat, without denying it.

Feng Nai curled his lips and looked down at the little man: "Did the guy who wanted my body hear it and react?"

Bo Xiaomo had a noble face, and at a young age, he had a strong sense of presence: "You are no different from him, but the world competition cannot rely solely on Sister Bei's prediction. If your operation can't keep up, Sister Bei will bear the consequences."

As he said, he nodded his little chin: "The interview car downstairs, the players who left today all felt unfair because you were the starter. They thought you were not worthy now. If it was in the past, K would have the right to speak just by moving the mouse. This is what you and the other person did. The difference, if you lose to them in the promotion match, not only will Fatty be in trouble, but Sister Bei will also be accused of ostracizing teammates and causing China to lose the trophy. Some people don't care what the truth is, because they only see what they want to see. "

"Heh." Feng Nai smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold. He reached out and touched the little man's head: "Young Master Qin has a lot of things to worry about."

The little devil Bo hated being called that the most. After all, he was still young, and his big eyes narrowed into a line: "Want to touch me?"

"It's really annoying." Feng Nai reached out and lifted the little man's collar.

The little devil Bo couldn't even reach the ground now. His two lotus-like white legs were suspended in the air. He was still a cold little prince the second before, but the next second he seemed to have seen something, his face and eyes were full of resistance, and his little body was twisted into a knot.

Feng Nai put the little man on the trash can, and his slender figure slowly lowered. One of his hands was still in his trouser pocket, and his eyes were as dark as a cold winter night in the north: "That won't happen." When he said this, his tone was completely different from before, and he was full of anger: "Some things he can get, I can do the same, I won't be as indecisive as him, I will let Mo Bei win, and win cleanly." After saying this, he withdrew his hand. As if nothing had happened. When passing by Feng Yi in front of the French window, he looked down and curled his lips. The little devil squinted his eyes, his small chest rose and fell, and he could only jump down because of the height problem when sitting on the trash can. He must not mess up his manners, which is the gentlemanly behavior taught to him by the butler grandfather. But holding grudges is the nature of the Qin family. He called the kitchen: "Add two more cups of bitter melon juice to King, and replace the lemon tea with celery. He doesn't like it? Nutrition is the most important thing here. King is the secret weapon designated by Sister Bei. His physical condition is the first priority. Yes, add more, no need to add honey." Feng Yi listened beside him, with an unconcealed smile under his glasses. When he looked at the slender figure at the end of the corridor, his expression became much more serious: "An An, do you think it will work this time?" Hearing this, the little guy slowly raised his eyes, his face full of seriousness: "Uncle Feng, I am full of bacteria now. Which room is your nephew's? I want to roll around in his bed."