Chapter 1275: No. 12276 for you ... Feng Nai

Chapter 1275: For You ... Feng Nai
Feng Nai also understands why the front desk, which has always had a high professional quality, does this.
After all, someone's face is too attractive, she always prepares a mask for him, so why not wear one herself.
It's better to lock her up and put it on the bed in the office rest room, no one can see her except him.
Feng Nai thought of this, her eyes darkened, and then, in that position, bent down and buried her head in her white neck, as if to calm something.
Slap.
The folder held by the trainee assistant dropped.
Not only the front desk, but even after the meeting, some shareholders who are going downstairs can't move their feet when they see this scene.
So, that is Mr. Feng they know?
At the moment when my young master answered the phone, Yuan Tezhu realized what was wrong.
It's not true now, it's such an inch.
Fortunately, Ms. Mo is still more sensible, and patted the back of their master with one hand: "Tired?"
"Um." Feng Nai changed his mind, even with a tone of tiredness: "There are endless meetings every day, and I can't get off work at that point."
The hard-to-find executives: ... it's you who wants to meet! It's you!
No, they can't complain, they will be urged more severely by Feng afterwards.
Mo Bei's face was on the side. Although her voice was light, she was coaxing: "Are you hungry?"
"From noon to now, I haven't eaten a bite." Feng Nai stood upright and looked at her: "unlike a young lady, I can go to dinner."
As soon as Mo Bei was about to say something, he saw the people behind him, knowing that he was not good at talking about personal topics, and motioned to him to look back.
Feng Na raised her eyebrows, looked back, and opened her mouth after seeing the crowd: "It's hard, Uncle Rong gave me a day off and let me rest."
Each shareholder: ... uncle? uncle?
Is it going to rain red?
When did he call him that?
Wait, why doesn't this sentence sound right?
It's not quite right.
Yuan Teshou followed Feng Nai for so long, and he also understood the poor operation of his master.
If you think about it, a group as large as Feng's is run by a student. Wherever prestige will stand, you must measure everything. The master is only to convey this concept to Miss Mo.
Mo Bei did not know anything about Feng Nai's actions in the past few months.
Can control the overall situation in Islam, even private jets, navigation channels are available.
The person she likes cannot be bullied by anyone.
But even if it was clear that Mo Bei was in the moment, the first reaction was distressed, so he didn't even let go.
Otherwise, she would not hold hands with Feng Nai in the company as an elder in the company.
The corners of some big and small mouths that achieve the purpose are vaguely radian.
Mo Bei also suddenly replaced the opposite person into the evil forces that would drive Feng Nai out of office.
The people inside did have this year, but they were beaten by their good nephew. Now they just want to pay dividends properly. Otherwise, every meeting is like going through life and death. It is really old. It's too big to deal with such a vicious wrist.
What just didn't make them realize is that the demon who has always been wary of private life, who can't be accessed by anyone at a commercial ball, will actually allow a girl to hold his hand.
The girl's sense of existence was also strong, and she had no emotions, but when she raised her eyes and glanced over them.
Since it makes them feel like him at the meeting.
Even, the girl's eyes are still mixed with murderous spirits that Taiping would not have in the heyday, but the coldness really exists, which is terrible!
Mo Bei brought Feng Nai to this group of people, and he was thoughtful and courteous.
Feng Nai didn't introduce who Mo Bei was, but instead said, "Would you like to record a fingerprint?"
"Recording fingerprints?" Mo Bei raised an eyebrow.
Feng Nai murmured, carelessly: "The next time you come, you can go up without me to pick you up."
"Where to record?" Mo Bei asked.
Feng Nai mentioned her left hand and placed it at the front desk verification machine. Her eyes were pressed down on her wrist, as if no one around her existed: "When are you going to come next time?"
Everyone: ... this time has not started yet, you ask next time!
Without their introduction by General Manager Feng, they can also guess the identity of this person.
Just looking at Mr. Feng like this, the fall is complete enough. Whoever cares for him in the future.
"When do you want me to come?" Mo Bei asked.
Feng Nai's voice was faint: "Look at you willingly."
Mo Bei: "After the friendly match ends?"
Feng Nai's eyes moved slightly: "Yes, no one is waiting for me during a meeting."
Everyone: ... when do you come to the meeting, someone needs to wait! !! !!
Mo Bei thought for a while, and said, "Tomorrow is the end? But I should bring my notebook. It may disturb you."
"If I'm so easy to be disturbed, I don't need to start a company." Feng Nai took her hand off the verification machine and put it back in her palm: "Don't you say there's something else for me? Shall we talk up?"
"Okay." Mo Bei didn't feel anything wrong. Since everyone is gone, overtime should be over, even if she wants to talk to him when there is no one.
Yuan Tezhu didn't think that the young master wanted to talk about things well. His eyes seemed to be forbearing for a long time, and finally he couldn't help but break out soon.
He was a little worried, so he wanted to keep up.
After all, he knew that Master was paranoid when he was a kid.
He was also worried that he couldn't figure out anything and made the same mistake again.
But as he moved up, one of the young master's eyes followed, and he completely stiffened.
Because the meaning of that expression was very clear, it was not allowed, and it was cold and even biting.
Yuan Tezhu shouted, "Miss Mo."
Mo Bei looked back: "What?"
At that instant, Feng Nai's hand strength increased, and he was watching Yuan Special Help.
Yuan Te helped his throat to roll and said, "It's nothing, it's that Mr. Feng hasn't eaten yet. Do you look to help him order a takeaway?"
"OK." Mo Bei listened and looked at Feng Nai again.
The latter is lazy without any threatening power, let alone not to notice his deep eyes.
After the elevator doors were closed, the elevator began to not rise upward.
I don't know if it's because of the temperature, Mo Bei always felt that his palm was a little too hot.
"It's hot?" Mo Bei asked.
Feng Nai stretched out his collar and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly: "A bit."
Ding.
The top floor is here.
Moving forward is the president's office.
The unique environment allows people standing here to overlook the entire city with a glance.
But Kei Nai's favorite is not the floor-to-ceiling window, but the innermost rest room. The pure white sheets are perfect for her, especially her now ...
Some ideas, once they have seeds, will continue to germinate, and then start to fly.
Feng Nai is not a saint. He has a lot of thoughts about her, how to make her completely his.
In so many nights, he tossed and turned around, finally managed to wait, how could he let people go.
Maybe she doesn't come here, the beast will be locked up by him well.
But she happened.
Feng Nai opened the drawer by the side and wore the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He probably felt that the suit on his body would affect what he would do in a while. He took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair. On the other hand, a white shirt and trousers will only show his superiority. His legs are long, his waist is thin, his skin is white, and he is expensive.
Instead, it will make people who see it feel eager for heart.
But for such a person, a handcuff was put in the drawer. When he lowered his eyes to play, the corners of his mouth were half-curved: "Well, now there is no one, what do you want to talk about?"
Mo Bei realized the dangerous factors flowing out of him, and just reached out his hand, dragged his collar, all with ice on his body, and dropped the kiss at the corner of his mouth. His voice slowly said: "It's nothing, probably I have n’t kissed you before, I ca n’t help but see you.

Feng Naidun dropped it, and suddenly smiled, something opened under his eyes, and even put the handcuffs back to his original position. The vacated hand just wrapped around her waist: "Want to kiss me?"
"Um." Mo Bei's frankness is especially valuable at this time.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "Then you don't come to see me after the game? What do you want to follow with Leng Leng? Or does our assistant brother really have the intention to change the team? After all, your brother is over there, do you come back Is it for him? "
Mo Bei heard the slight grievances in his words, remembering what he said before, you have so many people to be cautious, and I only have you, and my heart seems to be scratched: "Before for my brother, now for you."
Feng Nai's long-term anxiety has improved a lot in her voice, but she doesn't grasp anything in her hand, and she never feels relieved: "How to prove?"
Mo Bei lowered her eyes, and then half-bently bent her waist. She flipped the original t-shirt on the desk and dropped it on the desk. In this way, the medical bandage on her right shoulder was bound to be inadequate. By the time she looked indifferent, even the presence of bandages seemed to add points to that cool beauty.
She was standing under the light like that, almost white and transparent, with a dusty temperament: "I haven't recovered from the injuries I suffered in Islam. I wonder if you can give me medicine every day to prove that I need you?"
Feng Nai looked at her, her gaze slid from the clavicle to snow white, her eyes darkened uncontrollably, and a string in her head was almost broken. Before some thoughts turned, he raised her hand and lifted him. The suit jacket that was originally placed on the back of the chair covered her, and then locked the person in her arms: "Are you intentional?"
"Huh?" Mo Bei had doubts in his eyes.
Feng Nai simply bowed her head and bit her on her left shoulder with a bit of force: "Forget it, it should be more I think."
Mo Bei understood what he meant, reached out and held his back neck, his eyebrows twisted slightly because of the itch he brought, but he smiled softly when he said, "I just want you to see my hand hurt."
"I know." Because she laughed, he strengthened her holding her and dropped the kiss behind her ear.
The lighter only makes people feel comfortable, and it doesn't make people feel harmful.
So there was something that Mo Bei didn't notice at first, waiting for his hand to lose the rules.
Only then did Mo Bei understand what he wanted.
With a click, her hands were locked.
No warning.
As soon as Mo Bei lifted his eyes, he was hugged horizontally. He lowered his eyes casually: "Too thin, in this ten months, did you go to the refugee camp?"
When it comes to ten months, Mo Bei still feels guilty and does not use force: "How long have you been in handcuffs?"
"Always." Feng Nai smiled lightly, and Sven negotiated: "Relax, just think too much, just try it."
Mo Bei didn't speak, her eyes were faint. She was too careless just now, and didn't notice that there was a lounge here.
Feng Nai lowered the person, kissed her eyes, pulled down one side of the blazer, and began to remove the medical bandage: "What else is there besides drug control? Cold?"
Mo Bei said "em", looking at the layout of the rest room, and unconsciously started doing psychological analysis.
Feng Nai smiled, her voice close: "What has been researched?"
Mo Bei looked at the good-looking handsome face: "Gang Yuante helped me stop, just because I was afraid you would lock me up like this now, and you have crossed this boundary."
Feng Nai did not deny it, but instead lowered her eyes, unpacked the pill box, and held her wrist with one hand: "Well, what about you? Are you afraid?"
Mo Bei's calm attitude did not seem to be afraid: "The handcuffs are a bit uncomfortable."
"Huh?" Feng Nai slipped his fingertips. "Next time use a better material."
Mo Bei's voice was light: "It's not a matter of material, but there should be no next time."
Feng Nai heard the words and leaned on her and smiled: "Impossible."
Mo Bei reached out and touched his face: "I make you feel insecure."
"Not only is there no sense of security." Feng Nai took the spray, peeled off the white bandage, and a low-magnetic sound pressed on her ear: "There are other things, such as wanting to break you, so you only see in your eyes Hold me, then listen to you asking for mercy. "
Mo Bei wasn't a good girl who didn't understand anything. He could hear the meaning of this sentence. Her ears were hot, so that something was in her eyes, and she could feel the power from his fingertips.
He was giving her medicine, a handsome face on the side, with sharp edges and a sharp smile, charming and dangerous.
But the most obvious is his happiness.
It's different from before, it's the happiness that comes out of the eyes, like the person who finally wants to lock himself in the place he wants to place.
This feeling can be addictive.
It also allows him to expose his nature more.
At the beginning, Feng Nai was still jealous.
Until she threw the t-shirt ...
Some things become uncontrollable. His dream is much worse than reality. In the dream, she obediently made him reluctant to wake up.
But the reality will let him, not just want to break people.
That erect figure, when he was kissed, did not change at all, instead he would hold his hand back.
The slight curvature of his spine alone can make him think of many pictures.
I used to find it boring or boring, but any connection with her seems to be wonderful ...
(End of this chapter)