Chapter 1203: 1st two hundred and thirteen

Chapter 1203
Mo Bei side eyes.
Feng Nai is still laughing, colder tone: "Do you like dogs?"
"Wangwangwang!" Samoyed called. What's the relationship between the car and their dogs? What is this little white face talking about!
Mo Bei did not understand the meaning of this sentence: "Huh?"
"Even the car is a little milk dog." Feng Nai snorted: "Can he still move? Qin people are so slow?"
Mo Bei sighed in his heart, and sure enough, he was notified by those people.
"The eagle just likes to follow me."
This sentence did not reduce Feng Nai's hatred value.
Instead, he leaned his face forward and looked out the window, his black hair blocking his eyes.
After a while, a low voice came over: "I like to follow you too, why don't you let me follow."
In just one sentence, Mo Bei gave his fingers a meal, full of guilt.
At that time, she had nowhere to stay.
She will not be allowed to play again.
Because it affects this thing, it is said by others.
She understands, he understands.
So he never forced her to stay.
Even in the end, he said: "You can go, take me."
Mo Bei tightened the steering wheel, his eyes faint: "I will be where you are in the future."
Feng Nai moved and did not respond.
From the perspective of Mo Bei, I can't see him.
But Samoyed kept calling, Wangdan! This little white face is so tight!
Mo Bei also knew that it was impossible to convince him by a few sentences.
After all, she lied to him too many times.
Just driving to a familiar section, Mo Bei looked at him.
Feng Nai's careless look.
Until you get off and walk into the unit building.
Mo Bei stopped in front of the apartment.
Feng Nai, holding one's trousers bag with one hand, went forward, took out the key, and opened the door of the next room: "What? It's not where you live that made you lose?"
"No." Mo Bei retracted his gaze and walked in with him.
The size of the room seemed smaller than hers, presumably because of the clothes thrown around.
It's not dirty. After all, the place where Master Feng's family lives must be cleaned by someone special, that is, there are too many shoes and clothes, and there are no rules.
There is a computer desk next to the bed, besides electronic equipment, pens and paper.
Mo Bei can almost imagine that every time he is busy at Feng's, he will train separately after returning.
"Pork ribs in the refrigerator." Feng Nai said as he let Samoyed go back to his place, on the small rooftop.
Next, close the glass door.
"Wangwangwang!" This little white face did not give it the chance to connect to the owner, hateful!
Mo Bei heard the cry, and went subconsciously.
Feng Nai blocked her way: "Does this young lady think that she has a lot of time? Hurry up and finish the soup, I will have a rest."
Mo Bei also glanced at the time, it was really late.
What surprised her was that in such an unpopular room, the ingredients in the refrigerator were full of freshness.
Mo Bei may never know.
There was someone after she had gone.
To lie to herself, she will soon come back and apologize to him.
I specifically instructed the apartment to stay as it is, and not only that, the refrigerator on both sides, every three days, the aunt in charge of cleaning would stuff fresh ingredients in.
Even in the kitchen, there is a small casserole that Mo Bei likes most when cooking.
"Use what you find yourself. I'll take a bath and broadcast live."
Feng Nai finished this sentence and went into the bathroom.
In terms of his degree of cleanliness, he has been standing outside for so long that he can't live without bathing.
If he hadn't known that this person would show up, he wouldn't be able to bear some smell.
In summer, people are prone to sweating and mixed with the taste of various sunscreens. This may be nothing to others, but for Feng Nai, who has a keen sense of smell, this season has always been difficult.
Fortunately, after someone appeared, the familiar light lemon flavor also followed.
Feng Nai looked at herself in the mirror, without camouflage, the arc rising on her lips, faintly sweet.
Outside the bathroom.
Mo Bei pulled out the waist knife and placed it on the table.
The shape of the waist knife is very nice, with unknown marks.
Only iron iron can create something.
Without being able to find a kitchen knife, Mo Bei picked it up again and fleshed it.
It can only be said that even if it is a weapon, it is a kitchen knife in the hand of the cook.
Mo Bei's cooking posture has always been good-looking, clean and neat, holding a machete in his hand, indifferent and indifferent.
Feng Nai came out to see this scene. He wiped his broken hair with one hand, and let the water slide down the bridge of his nose, and the curve of his chin looked terrifying.
One person couldn't sit still.
That is Manager Li, who is far away from the base.
He thought of a fat face and was swollen, still he didn't understand, and could only keep sending messages.
"Master, do you remember me wrong."
"Today is not your live broadcast day."
"I see. Master must remember today as Friday?"
He counted, and he sent out eight and six.
There was no master there!
Who can imagine that the k-god who has always been able to avoid the live broadcast will take the initiative to bring up the live broadcast.
He is afraid he forgot the day when he replaced his face with mineral water!
Manager Li held his stomach, and came over, and then passed.
I always feel that my own is another demon.
Thinking about the previous ten months, it was too calm, he forgot that Hei Yan was once a shameless team because of a certain god.
Why did he take the initiative to broadcast live this time? !!
Manager Li is already a bit crazy.
Feng Nai took the cell phone and returned a message: "Don't talk nonsense, arrange it."
Manager Li: ...... The strategy of blocking his own has been broken down and can only be notified everywhere.
K fans were shocked when they heard the news!
"What's going on today? The k appears more often than he did half a year ago?"
"It's abnormal! But I'm very happy!"
"I'm going to squat in the live room!"
"I've arrived, if only I could see the beauty of God's heyday."
"What dream upstairs is good enough without giving you a close-up mineral water bottle."
"I don't care, at least I can see the hand of my ..."
Just when people were playing barrage.
Suddenly a handsome and evil face appeared in front of the camera.
No one could tell. He had just taken a bath, his black hair was still dry, and there was still a breath of water.
The face was really clean, transparent and white, without any trace of flaws, three-dimensional depth.
This made those who used to say that they just turned on the filter, turned off the filter, and people like Kin were suddenly dumb.
Feng Na's gas field was too strong. The black T-shirt and porcelain white collarbone did not forget to take a bottle of mineral water in his hand.
but!
He, he, shows up! !! !!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The entire studio was screened by screams.
You should know that k God is now more and more like wearing a mask, even if he sees it from a long distance, as handsome as now! Never before! !! !!
And the clavicle, the throat when drinking water.
My goodness!
The live room is a bit out of control.
In the act of drinking water, they were warned not to have bad guidance.
The orange racecourse control is really helpless, some want to cry, why no one told him, k wants to show his face today!
The number of viewers has been soaring.
Feng Nai entered the game while answering the question: "Why show up today? No reason, I'm just in a good mood."
"I can take you to fight, but it will take a while."
"Not working, drink soup."
"What takeaway? Do you think I'm the same as you? No one cooks?"
"How many times have you said that what I made in the cold can be eaten? I don't want to be poisoned."
"Yes, it's really not a base here, it's where I live."
"Where is the soupmaker? In the kitchen."
"Want to see?" Feng Nai twitched his lips as he said the last two words.
With this smile, the old fans who chased along all the way always felt inexplicably familiar!
"What happened to Old K?"
"The prediction is to be a demon again."
"He's showing his face live, it's enough to be a demon. Although I'm taking a screenshot while taking a screenshot, it's still weird!"
Feng Nai didn't make everyone weird for too long: "Wait."
Then he leaned back and said, "I'm hungry."
The girls who watched the live broadcast could not hear the sound over there.
However, before three seconds, another figure appeared in the lens.
This time she didn't insert a knife behind her waist, wearing insulated gloves, holding a bowl of soup, slightly lowering her eyes, her face sober, and beautiful and heart-warming, like a boy usually coaxing his girlfriend: " It's still hot, drink cold. "
"Um." Feng Nai returned, blowing there.
When Mo Bei saw that his hair was wet, he didn't notice the live broadcast here. He took the towel and pressed it on his head.
The barrage has exploded!
"what's the situation!"
"Wipe your head? Ah ah! K actually let people wipe his head!"
"How could I be so milky?"
"Cover your face and come again, I said why I want to broadcast live, isn't it just to show off, is n’t bey washing and cooking for him at home? Shameless, too shameless."
"Xiu Er in the front is waiting for me, but even if the bey is cooking, the old k is not like the one who is the master."
"Still there, you have the ability to laugh at God before Bey!"
Field control is beyond control.
Mo Bei was still rubbing his hair with someone's eyes lowered, and Feng Nai's constitution could easily catch a cold. This is more clear to anyone than Mo Bei, so he was not distracted at all.
Moreover, Mo Beiyue looked at him like this, the more he seemed to be a cat without precaution.
It's also hard to get cats to cooperate this way.
His hair was smooth and soft, and Mo Bei couldn't help but want to touch it a few more times.
Feng Nai certainly will not stop, as if waiting for Tang Liang seriously.
Samoyed couldn't see it anymore, and his paw pressed against the glass door with a "bow" sound.
Mo Bei turned his eyes, only to find that the camera was on ...
(End of this chapter)