Chapter 1201: 1st 211

Chapter 1201: The 121st
"Bey is enough to stop, don't always talk about imperial alliance, but that's my youth.
"Finally, I waited for the old Emperor League fan to come out and talk. I can only say that people and the team are not the same. It is so enthusiastic about holding the Emperor League. It really makes us like it disgusting."
"Yes, it is."
Once back, there will be turbulence, and it is inevitable.
Bo Xiaovil sat on the top floor of Qin's Building, watching the endless stream of remarks, Xiaomei's heart twisted, just about to start.
The secretary stopped at him: "Little Master, President Qin really gets angry."
The little devil raised his eyes.
The secretary bit her head: "Mrs. also said that before she returns, don't move around, I believe Miss Bei I can handle these things, butterfly effect, do you forget?"
After hearing that, the little devil just closed his hand: "Forget it, this is what the last name was supposed to do. Now that he has calculated that Sister Bei will pick him up, he should do the follow-up and give me a can of milk. . "
"Yes, young master." The secretary replied, and she said, sure enough, it still worked for Madam ...
Feng Nai did have follow-up work. Looking back before leaving, let Hongying know that they had better not follow.
So, when he really got on the sports car, there were only two people, Mo Bei and Feng Nai.
From beginning to end, Feng Nai didn't say a word.
Mo Bei glanced at him before driving, and touched Samoyed in his arms empty-handed, raised his eyes and said, "Did you have dinner?"
Feng Nai looked at the dog in her arms and hurriedly rushed over there, smiling suddenly: "Is it related to you whether you eat or not?"
Mo Bei's eyes were light.
The two looked at each other for a second.
Feng Nai looked away: "Did not eat."
Mo Bei retracted his hand: "Go and eat the casserole rice noodles?"
Feng Nai supported her face and did not answer.
Mo Bei said, "Barbecue?"
Feng Nai's head didn't look sideways: "Tired."
Mo Bei looked at his side face wearing a mask, black hair hitting the back of his neck, cold and clean, presumably because of his skin color, which made him more expensive than ordinary people no matter what the shape.
Even the way she didn't care about her was pretty.
Mo Bei held back, trying to touch his head, and lightly held the steering wheel: "Go and drink porridge."
Feng Nai looked at it at this moment: "Did a certain lady forget to say something to make soup?"
Mo Bei remembered her message: "Now?"
"Don't want to?" Feng Nai asked, eyes unfathomable.
Mo Bei listened to his words, instead of starting the car, he reached out and plucked the mask behind his ears: "Not today, the hotel has no kitchen."
Feng Nai's face was beautiful after removing his mask.
He raised his hand and held her wrist: "You don't need to worry about this, go where I live."
It's not the base, nor the home, but the place where I live.
Under normal circumstances, girls will be moved.
Mo Bei also moved, but his focus was different.
During her time, he lived alone?
In the distance, none of the black bodyguards could keep up. From that direction, they could also guess where the young master had returned.
Since taking over the house, the young master bought an apartment next to the university in order to save time.
The distance is close.
However, no one knows why Master loves this small apartment.
The entire area is not comparable to the bathroom in the home.
One room and one living room, 40 square meters, is really small and does not meet the master.
(End of this chapter)