Chapter 1561: Mo Bei.

Chapter 1561 Mo Bei.
Father Feng knew what the butler wanted to say.
He raised his hand and pressed it down.
The butler received the voice, but his eyes did not return.
Father Feng's eyes also had deep meaning.
He didn't understand what Neer was planning now.
But one thing is certain. As the doctor said before, Beibei is the key to Nair's return to normal.
Sometimes Father Feng would think about what went wrong. It is obvious that Feng's family pays the most attention to family education. If he gets to his grandson, there will be problems.
He fell ill at the age of five, and his paranoia had to send him away.
Father Feng also regretted that if he didn't send Nai'er to the county seat then, there would be no such legacy.
He was very worried, worried that this Naier would destroy Bei in the same way as that year.
It's impossible not to know the smartness of the kid from Beibei, but she still protects everything.
Father Feng retracted his gaze, and after walking a few steps on the promenade, he stopped again, leaning on the leading crutches in his hand: "Is it still biting Bei's hand outside?"
"It's not just Miss Mo's hand injury." The butler couldn't bear it: "There is also the situation of the young master. Some people have already passed on it. With the mental situation of the young master, it is not suitable to be in charge of Fengshi. Some people say that he is not suitable to go to Milan. ."
Father Feng stopped his back and spoke again: "Isn't Yi'er back?"
"Yes, Vice President Feng has already arrived at the club. Hei Yan has not been affected for the time being. I am afraid that tomorrow, which is about the competition system that wins glory for the country, will not show mercy at all. After all, it is rumored to punish him."
The butler’s worry is not unreasonable.
There are so many people to interview inside and outside the base.
If it weren't for Feng Yi to arrive in time, maybe one sentence would have left the handle, let alone Mo Bei and Feng Nai who were on the cusp of the storm.
Tomorrow is destined to be tough.
Father Feng looked at the crescent moon outside the window: "Try to persuade that person and let him take my face."
"Yes."
The butler has never heard when the old chairman said such things.
In the past, the old chairman should be happy to see this happen.
The young master is not playing games anymore, it is a good thing to say.
But now...
"I thought you would take advantage of the trend and let the young master completely cut off the idea of ​​the game."
The butler lowered his eyes.
Father Feng looked at him with a light expression in his eyes: "It's not that I haven't thought about it this way. When I think about it this way, I will remember what Bei said."
"Miss Mo?" The butler was puzzled: "What did you say?"
Master Feng's eyes were a little light: "If you are lucky, I hope you can see Hei Yan win the championship."
Butler has a meal.
Old man Feng smiled: "What the kid said, maybe he never won a championship in China, she thought in her heart, it was a world champion from the beginning."
The butler opened his mouth, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.
Master Feng's voice was still weak: "My grandson, from the beginning I opposed him playing games. He wanted to win the world championship. At that time, I didn't understand it. I thought it was just playing a game. Now you must look at it. The two children also know more or less, what they want to do most is to let the world know...China is very strong. I can't justify being a stumbling block."
"But the people outside don't think so." Sometimes the housekeeper thinks if he is old: "I really can't understand it. Now even that one thinks that Miss Mo is purely for the heat, so she won't let it go. ."
After speaking, the butler shook his head.
Father Feng did not speak any more.
No matter how strong Feng's assets are, it is not so easy to change something in the big environment.
Even Feng Yi did not find a breakthrough for that person.
"President Feng, is it still okay?" The secretary brought a cup of black coffee and saw the man who had always had a fox smile. He hung up the phone and frowned slightly.
Feng Yi copied it into his trouser pocket with one hand: "It's a bit difficult."
The secretary with long hair lowered his eyes: "The last time you said it was a bit difficult, it was God Z who left, and President Qin was not there. When the Emperor League was at its darkest time, they all asked God Z not to come back. No one interpreted it for the Emperor League. Many investors have withdrawn their capital, but you still found a voice, this time..."
"This time is different." Feng Yi took the black coffee: "According to the truth, that person will not listen to the rumors at all. It is not clear why he is so uncomfortable with facial paralysis. I suspect that there should be someone who meets him face to face. Saying something, let him fundamentally deny the facial paralysis."
"What should I do then." The secretary Changfa was anxious, his face pale.
Feng Yi looked at her, and after a while, put his hand on her head and rubbed it back and forth twice: "Don't worry, there will always be a way."
That said.
But specifically, Feng Yi didn't think about it.
I got too many rejections. It seemed that I was afraid of interference, so I didn't even answer the phone.
What is the situation now?
Facial paralysis should also be very clear.
In this situation.
Feng Yi was really worried that her original intention would change.
Fortunately, there is a copy of Vampire Castle.
But, probably no one will know.
Mo Bei was lying on the bed, when he rubbed his hand against the handsome face next to him, those thoughts turned over and over.
You can never stop here.
She wants to go to that place with him.
Even if everyone is saying that she is not worthy, he is sick.
Mo Bei closed his eyes and clasped his hands with his fingers, quietly feeling the temperature, gradually, sleepiness came, followed by shallow breathing.
Feng Nai woke up at this moment. He first glanced at his hand held, his sight shifted, and placed it on his clean face.
When she fell asleep, she would look very well-behaved, without the snow-like coldness, she didn't even move, only the pale lips were slightly open.
After Feng Nai's eyes stayed there for a few seconds, Jun's face followed.
The light sweetness, like lemon candy biting between teeth, is more and more addictive.
The hand hanging on one side could not help but clenched into a fist.
When leaving, it was a heavy breathing sound.
After Feng Nai noticed his change, he suddenly stretched the distance.
He is pressing something down.
If he can't hold it down, he will lose.
The result of losing is that he will come back.
He can't afford to lose and doesn't plan to lose.
Feng Nai lay straight and looked at the ceiling.
He will prove to this woman that not only can he play games, but he can also...
The moonlight gradually dimmed.
Except for the street lights on the side of the street, every household has returned to silence.
Until the next day, the balance was broken.
"Brother, did you tell Dad."
It was the coquettish voice of a the phone.
Soon, there was a response over there: "Say, don't worry, there is a dad, Mobei players, it is impossible to participate in the Milan competition."
"I'm not afraid of my dad's fear of closing the house."
The man listened to the voice over there and took his briefcase: "You still don't know what Dad looks like. In the face of the big things, no one has a good relationship."
"Trojan horse! Brother, you're right!" The girl tilted her head and raised her ponytail lightly: "Dad is the most just, and someone like Mo Bei has no good fruit in front of him."
The man frowned lightly: "Where did you learn it, girls don't want to be like this, these things are just this time, you don't look at it again in the future, the hostility is so heavy."
"Okay, okay, I don't want to see a rat that affects the game. I don't watch it later. It is mainly Mo Bei, who is really annoying, there is no way."
The man accepted this statement: "I just want to get hot, after all, it's Milan. Okay, let's not talk about it. Dad should be all right. We are going to pass now."
"it is good……"
The girl responded sweetly, closed the thread in satisfaction, and her eyes slowly revealed insidiousness.
Putting her finger on the keyboard, she couldn't wait to share the results with her friends online.
Every time bey seems to be okay.
This time, it should be over.
Hypocritical and contrived, it really insulted their favorite gaming.
(End of this chapter)