Chapter 1198: One thousand two hundred and eighty

Chapter 1198
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The hostess was a little shy.
The director's response was the fastest. Watching the volume of the topic that skyrocketed, he quickly held up a sign: "Let him mention it!"
For this line, writing is done quickly.
The hostess immediately replied, "Yes, if you have any comments, seal ... this listener can speak."
"I hope that your program will receive a call for help in the future, especially how to make your boyfriend happy." Feng Nai said here, paused: "Please give your program a specific reference."
"Specific reference opinions?" The hostess was confused. They are emotional programs. How specific should they be?
Feng Nai's voice was light: "For example, don't stop sending just three messages. If you really take it to heart, keep sending it."
At this time, just after watching the k-fan army on the base just arrived at the show, they heard the words of their k-kami.
I really don't know what expression to use to express my heart.
"Uh ..." The hostess is still very resilient: "Everyone hears what this listener said. In the future, you need to send at least four messages to your boyfriend."
Someone in the internal control room took the liberty: "Why whisper, how do I always feel that my boyfriend has to send me more than four messages to coax me when I'm unhappy. Is it all reverse now?"
"Covering his face, Lao Fan said he wanted to take away his big god, so don't let him say it."
"No, you can't stop him. Is it too late to be a fan of bey?"
"I think bey fan will hate us. The of my fan is too pit his assistant little brother."
"Don't hate it, welcome and welcome, all are family."
Feng Nai could not see the comments of the internal control room, but even if he saw it, it would not affect what he wanted to say: "For example, any text message is not as effective as seeing it in person, standing face to face When you are holding it, hug or kiss each other so that you can feel safe. "
The hostess stunned: "This ... this seems to be a way to coax girls?"
"Distressed goose."
"Little goose probably doesn't know yet. When I assisted the little brother, I didn't even need a hand. It was all fed."
"I am god, the best white lotus female lead, no one should rob him! Any suggestion, it is clear that I want to ask God Bey to go to him now, and ... hum!"
The hostess watched the show with a one-second delay because she didn't know what to do.
Feng Nai was very relaxed: "Since it is equal between men and women, the method should naturally be figured out."
"... I vomit blood!"
"Can gender equality be used like this ?!"
"Losed and defeated, speaking of eloquence, I really won't lose."
The hostess coughed heavily: "We will learn from this experience, and the opinions of this listener are really not mentioned before ..."
After all, which woman is coaxing a man?
Miss the past at most.
Men will not call the hotline like Feng Shao.
A career challenge!
"Have you heard?" Just before the end, Feng Nai said carelessly, even the tone was slightly low.
The hostess laughed: "You can rest assured that your audience and friends have heard it. The internal control room's messages are also very hot. We will take your opinions to make up for ourselves."
Feng Nai heard the words, her eyes blinking suddenly: "She is not there?"
"She?" The hostess didn't respond for a moment.
Feng Nai's eyebrows twisted slightly, and her voice was low again: "Bai said."
"Huh?" The hostess wanted to return to court control: "Mr. Feng mean?"
Feng Nai didn't speak, only raised her eyes, one hand was still inserted into the trouser pocket, and now the flow of people in the entire square can be imagined.
He hit it.
She was gone.
Feng Nai's eyes were as if smiling, but the smile was completely different from the previous one. There was no trace of temperature in it. Even when the smile gradually disappeared, the night wind blew through, broken hair fell, covering his eyes for a moment. Some are indescribable desolate.
The radio wasn't clear: "Hey? Mr. Feng? Hey?"
"Dididi ..."
It was the sound of the phone hanging up.
The director patted his head in annoyance.
But he was content, and this time, everything was enough!
Both the amount of follow-up and the amount of discussion have broken the previous record of the radio station!
Of course, the speed of speech has always been fast.
Only after Mo Bei did these things, he turned off the radio and was not listening.
It was because of an injury to her right hand that she needed medication and rehabilitation on time.
Rehabilitation activities are different from others. Minesweepers play small programs.
When she was in the fifth group, her brows frowned.
The program was wrong, because she had a deviation when she moved the mouse.
Mo Bei turned his eyes, reached down and held his wrist, and looked at his face alone, not seeing the slightest emotional change.
No one will know.
Bey's reaction, slow ...
All this was well hidden by her.
Like Yunshen said before.
You can detect when Mo Nan is hiding.
Bei is different. She doesn't want to tell you, she always leaks.
If not for that character.
It would be impossible for Mo Bei to complete this overseas mission.
On hiding, she is more meticulous than anyone else.
So that even the eagle who came to Quancheng with her did not know that her right hand had not fully recovered.
Can do other things normally.
But e-sports itself is an item that consumes the wrist and stretches the muscles. The more detailed the movement, the more it requires the wrist to control.
To Mo Bei's hand, to a certain extent, it is a chronic injury.
But it's all come to this.
She can't wait for the next three years.
More than just promised him.
Even my brother came back and joined the team.
She wants to continue playing.
Not next year.
Not the next time.
This year.
She is going to win that championship!
The night darkened bit by bit.
Not affected by time, probably only the square.
Instead of dispersing, the crowd grew.
Feng Nai, who was surrounded by the masses, fastened his mask, his eyes pale.
There were already people whom he had found in advance, and they would all come over to evacuate the crowd as soon as their young master gave an order.
But I did not expect the young master at this time, gave them a look of staying in place.
Why is that?
Just when they were puzzled.
Master's call is here.
The voice was lazy and careless, with a buzzing sound through the mask: "Just take a picture of me, send it to Hongying, and let him show it to someone."
The bodyguards in black knew who someone was referring to.
The shadows were away at this time, that is, the young master sent to protect Miss Bei.
However, they really did not understand why the young master wanted to do this ...
(End of this chapter)