He Deserves It.
This won't work!
Zhao Sanpang turned around and looked at the little man standing aside.
Little Devil Bo was still like a little gentleman, holding his head high and smiling at Mo Bei: "I'll get ointment for Sister Bei."
"Okay." Mo Bei touched the little man's head.
Seeing this, Zhao Sanpang gave a thumbs up to Little Devil Bo, "High, really high!"
In this way, there are no longer two people.
Look how that boy Feng still pretends!
As everyone knows, Little Devil Bo's height is as high as Mo Bei's thigh.
He followed Mo Bei wherever he went, carrying the small medicine box politely, as dignified as a little prince.
Therefore, the two-person world that was supposed to exist now has an extra light bulb, and it can still move.
Think about it, it’s really an eyesore.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes and glanced at the "well-behaved" little man standing. The look and attitude in his eyes said everything.
Since there is a scumbag father at home, Little Devil Bo has long been accustomed to this kind of sight. He slightly raised his eyelids to take a look at the person.
The atmosphere between one large and one small has never been harmonious, and each other is well aware of the undercurrents between them.
If Mo Bei hadn't been there, Young Master Feng wouldn't have been lying there so calmly. He would have taken the little man by the back collar and thrown it into the trash can just like before.
Little Devil Bo will never be as fair and well-behaved as he is now.
Mo Bei possessed him, first he raised Feng Nai's hand, looked at the red circle on his wrist, and said in a light voice: "You are not in good health. Don't press yourself like this in the future. It will not be easy for you to recover."
In terms of blood coagulation, Feng Nai is indeed different from ordinary people.
But facing such exposure, his slender figure paused, looking at the face close at hand, he slowly calmed down the anger in his eyes, did not use his poisonous tongue, and allowed Mo Bei to apply ointment on him. The expression on his face also changed, his eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.
Who would have thought that Young Master Feng could be so harmless.
You know, he is just a cold snake, beautiful and dangerous, even his teeth are stained with venom.
Little Devil Bo raised his eyebrows at the side, gave in, and began to conduct systematic medical analysis.
Sitting for long periods of time will inevitably cause stiffness in the shoulder joints and some discomfort in the cervical spine. This is especially true for professional e-sports players. Age, condition, hand speed, these are just the basics. Behind the glory, ordinary people cannot see it. Repetitive training.
This not only requires players to be patient, but also requires persistence.
After all, there is no career that only has glory and no hard work.
Usually professional teams will arrange for rehabilitation specialists, especially when going overseas.
However, Mo Bei knew that with someone's temperament, he wouldn't like anyone touching him.
When he was in Heiyan, after finishing extra training, he also grabbed a towel and walked to the second floor to do aerobics.
He is like this most of the time. He doesn't talk much, likes to sleep, and is too lazy to even open his eyes. However, because he mocks heaven and earth, people often think that he can get the honor he has now only because of his superior background and his superiority. He is talented and can easily become the universal male god.
But Mo Bei knew how he got here.
During the ten months she left, it was impossible for Black Flame to have an easy time.
She read the messages at that time, and every one of them was an attack. His traffic was the largest, so he had to bear more.
To describe it as the darkest moment is not an exaggeration at all.
But even in such an environment, he still single-handedly raised the ranking of the entire division, and this was how the Milan finals came to be.
He deserves it.
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