Chapter 1283: 1st 285th

Chapter 1283: One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Five
"People who can cut off my custom anklet equipment ten months ago, in fact, wherever they are now, they want to stay and stay, just leave, including the rest room here, right?"
When it came to the last sentence, Feng Nai's eyes had no temperature.
Thinking of that possibility, like in the previous ten months, there was no one waking up, everything was empty, and it was hard for him not to speak like that.
Mo Bei heard his uneasiness under the cold, stirred the white porcelain bowl, and Jun Mei's face took some books in the morning light.
She tilted her face and pushed the white porcelain bowl. Under the black eyelashes there were pale eyes. "Eat breakfast first, let's talk after we finish."
In other words, Mo Bei ’s bowl of tofu brain cheering sticks was made for Feng Nai.
He likes eating fried dough sticks like this, but thinks it's too childish to eat so, so no one knows except the old man.
So when someone pushed the white porcelain bowl towards him, Feng Nai didn't continue to laugh at him, and sat next to her, tied his shirt with one hand, didn't say to eat, and didn't say not to eat. With water vapor, it is even more ascetic.
Mo Bei has always dealt with him, picking up disposable bamboo chopsticks, he has to take back the bowl.
Feng Nai first held her hand down, then ate without saying a word.
After graduating from a cook technical school, it is also a sense of accomplishment to watch the person you like eat the food you feed.
Feng Nai's eating has always been Sven. Even so, it can be seen that he really likes it.
But the fritters soaked in the bowl were not eaten at all. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Bei.
Mo Bei took the bowl in his hand and replaced it with a bowl of millet porridge. "You can only eat one churros."
Feng Nai didn't listen to her.
Mo Bei lowered the wooden chopsticks, and his eyes fell.
Feng Nai didn't know why his hand stopped, and maybe he was used to prescribing milk. Otherwise, according to the current situation, he would have no need to listen to what she said before.
However, even her body was used to "obedience". As soon as her eyes came over, he stopped automatically.
Feng Na twisted her eyebrows and couldn't go on like this.
However, she didn't move her hand when she thought about it. Instead, under her increasingly cold eyes, she didn't know when it was closed.
Feng Nai frowned even more. What happened to him, afraid of her?
It's almost heavenly.
He hasn't waited for anything to come out.
Mo Bei has dug a large bun with bamboo chopsticks, removed the filling and left it in his empty dish. Seeing him not moving, he clamped it again and touched his lips: "You have a bad stomach It ’s still light in the morning. "
Feng Nai is famous for picky eaters, who like buns but do n’t like stuffing.
But he never said such a thing, he just didn't eat it because it was too troublesome to eat.
Linkengkang also hates to eat stuffing. The guy with a thick face will hug someone's long legs for such things.
When they were still living together, Feng Nai had seen that someone had patiently picked out all the stuffing and would feed it to his brother with one hand. Linkengkeng had to feed someone even a bun. All he did was take his brother out of Hei Yan, put it in the car, and let the Pharaoh take him where he should go.
Didn't say he likes ...
Feng Nai took a pose, lowered her eyes and took a bite of the bun on her hand: "How do you know, I like to eat this way?"
Mo Bei said with no expression: "I once fed my little milk and ate, and you have always looked at me pitifully, as if you were saying, I also want to eat, why do you only feed him but not me."
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(End of this chapter)