Chapter 1658: Mo Bei was very dark when he was a child? (1.2)

   Chapter 1658 Mo Bei was very dark when he was a child? (1.2)
  Mao Mao Xiong stretched out his hand and wanted to press out the photo first.
  This thing is like a time bomb, you have to get rid of it quickly.
As soon as he moved, Feng Nai wiped the corners of his lower lip with a napkin, tapped his fingertips on his mobile phone screen again, and smiled coldly: "Just such a picture that I don't know where it came from. It's a good match? Your brother, is it so dark?"
Mao Maoxiong glanced at the photo again, and his desire to survive grew sharp: "It's true, although I didn't see the specific appearance, how could my brother be two degrees darker than Ye Bing? Now these rumors are irresponsible. It's the boss, you are right!"
   "What's right?" Zhao Sanpang happened to pass by, took Mao Maoxiong's mobile phone, and then laughed: "This is a small facial paralysis, ah, and this is not Xiao Ye Bing."
  Hear the words.
Feng Nai's movements stopped abruptly.
   looked at the two people in the photo again.
  The pupils have slightly changed.
   Seeing this, Mao Maoxiong thought that their boss was mad, and desperately winked at Zhao Sanpang, said in his heart, Fat Master, if you go on, today my little life can’t be saved. Wow!
As if Zhao Sanpang hadn’t seen it, he finally caught the opportunity. Of course, he had to sting a certain young master:
If you want to talk about the relationship between small facial paralysis and Xiao Ye Bing, it’s really good. This kid will follow wherever he goes. He will go to our base to see how Facial Paralysis is usually trained, and he openly digs a corner to let Facial Paralysis go to their team."
  Speaking of this, he paused and asked Mao Maoxi: "Where did you come from this picture?"
  Mao Mao Xiong no longer wants to talk.
  Before dinner today, he will definitely get "special care" from their boss.
If Mao Maoxiong doesn’t say it, it doesn’t mean that Zhao Sanpang doesn’t know how to watch it by himself. He swiped the screen twice and said hey: "Hot comments? These days, there is still this photo. It must be an old player. Ye Bing’s kid is also low-key. If it weren’t for the fact that he always followed the palsy, he wouldn’t have been photographed in this photo."
  After finishing, he went to see Feng Nai's expression specially, and saw that the young master who could not look at anyone was looking down, with broken hair covering his eyes, holding the phone with one hand, rare and quiet.
  Fatty's mood is good.
  Mao Mao Xiong also understands that Fat Master did this deliberately. He felt that their boss had abducted God Bey and was looking for a place for his mother’s family. The poor one had to survive in the cracks.
   "Boss, I think, this thing is like this, you see, no matter how you follow my brother over there, my brother and her will only be with us, so..."
  Feng Nai interrupted him without waiting for Mao Maoxiong to finish, with a deep voice: "Fat god."
   "What?" Zhao Sanpang is still beautiful.
  Feng Nai asked an unthinkable question: "It was very dark in North then?"
"Small facial paralysis? She hasn't been white since she was a child. After going to military training in junior high school, it became even darker." Zhao Sanpang patted him: "Big nephew, I understand you, but you should not report any illusions. This is indeed true. Little facial paralysis, the relationship between her and Ye Bing has grown up, right."
  Feng Nai heard this and put down his phone. Although he was upset, there were more important things. He wanted to confirm: "Do you have any photos of Beibei when you were a kid? About four years old."
  Zhao Sanpang realized that something was wrong, took his hand, and looked at Feng Nai suspiciously: "What do you want the picture of her as a child?"
   "I want to see." With Feng Nai's mind, it is impossible to tell the truth.
  Zhao Sanpang touched his chin, and raised his eyebrows suddenly: "Boy, who are you lie to, I thought you were so foolish?"
  Ginger is still old and spicy.
Feng Nai was not tempting either. He leaned back, his posture was leisurely: "That picture of you hanging on the wall can be deleted."
  Zhao Sanpang looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly.
  Feng Nai’s expression remained unchanged, and even his eyes were dull, as if he was sitting in the Feng clan talking about business.
   "Okay, very good." Zhao Sanpang nodded and said angrily: "Your surname is really a nest of foxes."
  Feng Nai's voice slowly: "Change photos to photos, fat gods don't lose."
"You say that, you are taking you fat man and me as someone!" Zhao Sanpang said, his figure is extremely low, and his voice is also small: "Don't tell others about this, especially the thin little devil. What he values ​​most is his sister Bei, otherwise my credit will be lost, and you know that you have no good image in the hearts of our group of people."
  Feng Nai calmly said: "You can rest assured."
   Seeing him like this, Zhao Sanpang had to take it: "Your thick-skinned people are really different from others."
   "Fat God is overwhelmed." Feng Nai stretched out her hand, her eyes pale: "Photo, she should be back soon."
When Zhao Sanpang heard the latter sentence, he glanced behind him: "I have changed a few of my mobile phones. The photos of Bei are all in the Imperial League base. Wait for me to get news. ."
   "Is there a fat god?" Feng Nai lowered his hand, and the temperature of his voice dropped to freezing point: "What else to talk about?"
Zhao Sanpang stopped him: "What are you worried about, you are about four years old, how easy to find, when you enter the youth academy, you are over ten years old, otherwise the Imperial League is not a child laborer? But, don't worry. You fat man, I said you can get there if you want it! There must be a picture of North in the little spade, and the apprentice of the little controlled him. At that time, the biggest hobby was to take pictures of North and give North Ran the game name. I have a lot of records, you can just wait for the photos to be deleted for Fat Master."
  "Taking the game name randomly?" Feng Nai wanted to ask more.
  Mo Bei walked in over there, watching the relationship between the two people have progressed a lot, and approaching a little unexpectedly, his face was clear: "What are you talking about?"
  "Talk...Ahahahaha, nothing to talk about." Zhao Sanpang raised his hand.
   With a guilty conscience, the little devil who was pushing the dining table glanced over here.
  Feng Nai was supporting her cheek with one hand, and swiping the phone screen with the other. He tapped the photo just now with his fingertips and tapped twice, casually:
Talking about God Bey and Captain H’s melon.

  Mo Bei figured himself out and glanced at Mao Maoxiong slightly.
  Mao Mao Xiong made a cross in his mouth with his hand.
  Mo Bei sighed inwardly, but did not speak yet.
Feng Nai lifted his eyelids, his face was gentle and evil: "God bey also talks together? As a party, you should know more about which of these melons is real and which is fake. For example, this one is delicious for two people. The same package, wear the same jacket."
  The same package?
  Mo Bei, if he thinks about it, he definitely has no impression at all.
  When she saw the photo, she remembered that at that time, some members of the H team always followed the Star God and their team to visit the base and said that they were delicious here.
  Mo Bei was not hungry at that time, so he gave his meal to the kid.
  At the time, she didn't think much about it.
  Now...
  (End of this chapter)