Chapter 1029: The 140th is a good match (recommended to watch it)

Chapter 1029 The 140th Looks Good At The Match (Suggested To Jump)
"Watch the game."
Mo Bei turned around, his hat fell, and his eyes were black.
"This is the last scene."
Wang Dongdong thought he had heard it wrong, opened his mouth, and looked at the man.
"Nang, you ..."
Mo Bei pushed the door open with one hand, and the voice was very weak: "The company will arrange a popular newcomer for you, a new assistant in the team."
Wang Dongdong's face changed and changed: "Nang, have you happened? Is the hand injury recurring?"
"Um." Mo Bei still didn't say the real reason. "I need a few days off."
Wang Dongdong breathed a sigh of relief: "Then wait until you have a good rest, then I don't need to bring any new people, and others must not be used to me."
"Hello, I'm done." Mo Bei raised his jaw and let him look at the second team assistant who was easy to blush before: "He's good."
The man saw his male suddenly look at himself, and after a short stun, he smiled brilliantly and swayed a small dimple.
Wang Dongdong always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
Mo Bei can foresee a disaster.
Because there will always be people in this world, talking endlessly.
Never understand what quiet is.
She thought about losing.
Because she was attacked, she didn't care.
But such a thing, involving her family, was beyond her control.
Until I saw Wang Dongdong's carefulness.
Mo Bei understood a truth.
She can't lose.
Lost.
It will be destroyed more.
We've been doing things we didn't like to do all our lives.
The trade-off is worth it.
Yield so far.
Mo Bei did the same, telling himself to be patient.
If you can't bear it, everyone just thinks her brother deserves it.
Actually, nobody cares.
Mo Bei turned sideways, took out the wristband in his pocket, and carried it on his left wrist.
Over there, the second team's assistant blushed over and said to Mo Bei, "Nange, come on."
Good-looking children with long faces are always more pleasing.
As everyone knows.
Feng Nai watched this scene not far away.
Five hundred meters distance.
He leaned there, Yu Guang was a little cold, his voice lost all the temperature: "When are you going to chat?"
The boy's neck was cold, but thinking of his Nan brother, he did not flinch, and said to Feng Nai: "Captain, we have no chat, I'm cheering on Nan brother."
"Oh?" Feng Nai walked over, his voice faint: "Is that disturbing you?"
The boy really felt cold at this time, but his position did not change.
Feng Nai's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he looked at Mo Bei again: "That little brother over there can't come, do you think the anklet I gave you is not beautiful enough?"
Mo Bei knew what he meant and stepped closer.
Feng Nai raised her hand to help her comb her messy hair, a handsome face, and smiled slowly, as if the voice was light and could be scattered in the wind: "Don't yell at these little puppies, let alone make me meat Tang, I'm not yet interested in attacking the players. "
Mo Bei then realized what the dog broth meant.
He looked at his stern eyes and narrow lips.
They are so angry.
The act of trimming her hair was so gentle.
Are you coquettish?
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, wishing to kiss.
Hold back.
"Play your game well, don't lose my face." Feng Nai whispered: "The third blue will give you."
The assassin gave Blue a side.
Sure enough, even this person is angry with her.
Still very gentle ...
If you feel tired, just skip it. I also looked at it. You do n’t have fans. I do n’t know which platform it is. Now it ’s a pavement outbreak. These chapters suggest these tired ones ...
(End of this chapter)