Chapter 1303: The 1306th final begins

Chapter 1303: The 1306th Finals Begins
"He? Who?" The psychologist wanted something to capture.
Feng Nai swiped his finger: "The medicine you prescribed is good for props."
Props? Even the psychologist couldn't understand the relationship for a while, and was preparing to ask more.
Feng Nai interrupted his thinking: "I heard that every time you see me, you will go to the old man and ask for a three-day rest to recover."
Psychiatrist: .... I don't know how to start because it's not yours!
"Today you can rest." Feng Nai grabbed his trousers bag with one hand and looked up at the rest room. The reflection of frosted glass made him thin lips: "I really want to do something, and you can't stop it. I."
The psychiatrist looked at the call that had been hung up, and her head hurt, and she didn't know how to give back to the old man.
After listening, Father Feng asked, "From your profession, has he improved or worsened?"
The psychologist said, "It's hard to say."
But one thing he understood was that the young and old Feng family always knew what he was planning. For such a long time, it was only for the relief of the elderly that they cooperated with the treatment. However, there is no preventative treatment like this. No effect.
After all, it's natural paranoia.
The psychiatrist thought of this and then said, "You said before that the cause of this time was because of a girl. Now that this girl is back, some moods will be broken. The young master is so attached to a person that he may have extreme behavior If the other party is afraid of fleeing, the young master will also notice that the young master has always been smart. So far, I cannot understand what he looks like, and it is difficult to give you a satisfactory answer. "
"I know my own grandson, don't blame you." Father Feng has always been calm, otherwise it would not be possible to prop up the entire Feng family.
The old man is most proud that he has a grandson who can carry on his career idea.
But the same thing, he can't rest assured that he is his grandson.
Before, he had nothing in his eyes.
Now he has only one person in his eyes and doesn't know how to like it. Apart from disguise, he rarely has a true temperament. Father Feng is afraid that he will fall into his own world and become a cocoon.
The psychiatrist understood his concern and said, "Would you like to do something in advance? If the girl is good for money, it's easy to keep the family alone, but I can't care less about the person the master sees. These are a kind and rare good girl, but for such a person, if one day the master feels boring, he will destroy the person by himself, like you said, the toy he dismantled as a child. "
This is what Mr. Feng is most reassured about, because no one knows when his interest will disappear.
"Is there a specific treatment?" Grandpa Feng reached out and pressed his eyebrows. "I will let him cooperate."
The psychiatrist paused and said: "The master has always cooperated in the treatment, but in his opinion, it is probably a game even to talk to me. He is very clear. I asked him for his purpose in every sentence, and he broke through me Psychological hint, the only way now is to let that girl cooperate with him for treatment, but for such a disease, IMHO, even the family will be afraid that the girl is too kind and will definitely not accept this kind of darkness, or it will be revealed at that time With sympathy, it's possible ... "
"Bei Bei will not." Father Feng interrupted him: "That child, I have confidence."
After a psychiatrist's meal, after all, as far as he knows, the other party is just a girl who has just turned 19 years old, so that he can make Mr. Feng so trusted?
Of course, there is also a possibility that the wealthy family will not take the wishes of others seriously.
But because the other party is Mr. Feng, the psychiatrist is more inclined to the former: "Then I will arrange it immediately."
Just wish that girl, don't be too kind.
Otherwise it won't last.
Obviously, there will always be many people who misunderstand Mo Bei.
She is really gentle and forbearing enough, but pure and kind?
impossible.
Along the way, the scar has not yet healed, how can there be only goodness.
Change your clothes, take your phone, and when you come out, the machete has returned to her.
Some words, she is not missing.
Some people said: "The brothers and sisters Mo Nan and Mo Bei should not appear on the field again. With so many plays, it is time to let Wanye rule them."
Others said: "This time, Mo Nan will hit a few kills again, and I am looking forward to it."
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his slender fingers crossed his shirt buttons, fastened his cuffs, and when he came out, he was already clear.
I am afraid that no one in the world can find a person more suitable for wearing a white shirt than Mo Bei.
Not feminine at all, not too rigid, but a bandit gentleman, covered with the frost of early winter.
In this way, Feng Nai's eyes became deeper, and the faint suffocation emerged.
Mo Bei stopped and turned to look at him.
Before waiting for Nai to converge, she took his hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's time to drink medicine?"
Drink medicine?
He hadn't even tasted this stuff.
Mo Bei also noticed his impatience, held a medicine out of his hand, then lowered his head and bite, then raised his left hand to press the back of the neck, and delivered the medicine.
This series of movements, Mo Bei did very quickly. He simply fed a medicine. He also took out the sugar in his pocket, removed the sugar paper, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Feng Na lost his temper when she was coaxed by the sugar.
It smells of mint, only the tip of the tongue is a bit sweet, and the person's faint coldness remains.
This allowed Feng Nai's eyes to dissipate a lot, and restored the harmless appearance of humans and animals. The eyes were lazy like a morning mist that had not yet dissipated: "Where did you learn the tricks?"
learn? Mo Bei held his wrist, his voice faint: "Let you take medicine without learning."
"Oh?" Feng Nai's tongue touched sugar, and Sven was scum again. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses really made him look better.
Mo Bei looked at him and reached for his messy black hair.
Feng Nai raised her eyebrow, and a certain young lady really got more and more stubborn. Do you think of him as the stupid Satsuma?
"Does your hair grow long?" Mo Bei wanted to ask this question when he saw him at the high-speed rail station.
Feng Nai didn't care: "Probably."
A beautiful person with a long face does not pick a hairstyle.
Mo Bei thought, just about to pull hands.
Feng Nai held her again: "I think your hair is about the same length. When you played the game yesterday, you didn't cover your eyes?"
"A bit." It really affected when you bowed your head.
Feng Nai looked at her eyebrows and smiled suddenly.
Someone will always show emotions for irregular things, and it really is a little old-fashioned.
"What's laughing?" Just when Mo Bei asked this sentence.
Feng Nai has raised his hand: "Turn over."
"Huh?" Although Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he did as he said. After all, senior Lin had said that there were certain things to be done with demeanor.
Feng Nai looked down and looked at the top of her head, apparently doing something that was not very good at it.
What Mo Bei could feel was that his hair was folded up.
"Not long enough." Feng Nai's hand fell back.
Mo Bei glanced at the thing in his hand, the black hair rope, she took it, slackened it, and the United States and China were handsome: "So?"
Feng Nai looked at her and spit out two words: "Pick it."
Mo Bei didn't plan to listen to him this time, after all, it really was more convenient to tie up.
Feng Nai regretted it. Someone looked like this, and he didn't want to be seen by a second person except him.
However, it is well known that what Mo Bei identified always coaxed people in the end.
Not to mention that Bo Xiaomon and Linkengkeng have returned. Feng Nai wants to be a demon, and she has to wait for everyone to disappear.
However, it doesn't matter.
Feng Nai stood on the spot, his eyes flickered, he waited until the end of the game, she gave herself to him, then whatever he wanted to do, he could.
But before that, there are still some things to deal with.
Feng Nai opened the mobile phone page, and only a message was displayed on it: "The market value of the Xu family has started to fall, and everything is continuing as the master said."
After reading it, Feng Nai only said one sentence: "Give me evidence of other people playing fake matches, the sooner the better."
"Xu Yiwan's awareness of prevention in this area is very high. All of them meet and talk with others. We are also looking for a breakthrough." It is not a question of strength, but no one will be willing to admit that he is playing a fake match, and make a lot of money. It ’s useless, there is public opinion, and they ca n’t control it. Some people always try to beat Miss Mo. This has nothing to do with Xu Yiwan, but people usually like to dig black materials and find flaws, because in them The bey in the left field can't be beaten in my mind, it doesn't deserve to be called God, not to mention that he is the successor of the former Imperial League. This is the enthusiasm. They like Imperial, which does not mean that they like bey. Disgusting.
These are not black, but are naturally generated emotions.
But this kind of emotion, after spreading, will become a vortex.
They didn't say, they were worried about what the boss did.
Feng Nai cannot fail to know, and at the same time he also understands that now that he knows, it means that everyone who participates knows.
That's true.
The selected professional players will take the designated bus to the stadium.
Before stepping on the bus, there was a person who came over and seemed to hit Mo Nan unconsciously.
A pair of black earphones hung around Monan's neck, and he slammed into his shoulder in such a sudden, and the document in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"The response is quite fast." The man glanced at him: "The finals are really more and more casual, and people like you can still be selected. I hope you can react faster in the arena, don't drag me back I can be a qualified person. "
When Mo Nan heard what he meant, he understood that this person would be in a team with him. With such teammates, let him stand there and couldn't see what he was thinking.
Until someone said, "Don't talk about us Mo Nan, but he is covered by the Bey, who makes him have a good sister."
"Bey god? Oh, what's the past, then the support is also the battle that Feng's made. Just look at the message and you know that the former imperial alliance fan is the diehard and will like her, and the rest who admit that she is emperor……"
I haven't waited for that person to finish.
Mo Nan, who hadn't said a word, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the collar of the man, and the radian of the corner of his mouth was as if he was in a middle school, and he was arrogant and arrogant: "You say I can, Say my sister? Who is qualified for you? "
"What do you want to do?" The man had acne on his face and his mouth crooked. "But everyone is watching. He wants to hit me. Remember to record it on the Internet and let the children who have confidence in him. You can see clearly that their Nanshen said that their mouths have changed. In fact, they are still so irritable and don't take the game system seriously. "
Mo Nan looked at him and smiled suddenly suddenly: "This is the scene."
What's up this scene?
That man hasn't figured it out yet.
Mo Nan loosened his collar, not cold: "Sometimes, as long as I think that someone like you is playing a job, it kind of makes people not want to touch the game again, but fortunately, it is just Part of it. "
He has nothing to regret.
Encountered the team that is staying now.
I have also seen how Heiyan treats North.
Even in the afternoon, they can fight side by side with facial paralysis.
Think of it from another angle, this brother can finally protect her once.
With such teammates, the afternoon game will not be easy.
What is the condition of her hand, and Mo Nan watched so many videos yesterday that she wouldn't be able to guess that she might not be like that when he was in a recovered state.
What peak period is not peak period.
People only know that assassin was invincible when she debuted.
But no one knows that after the dissolution of Imperial League, she really began to cultivate.
When she went to Milan, she was constantly learning, from tactics to hero equipment, she did a lot of research.
Mo Nan has seen the information she brought back, and all the heroes are good at her are even more terrifying.
Yesterday, it was because her right hand restricted her play.
Mo Nan thought of this, put on the headset, put his hands on the jacket pockets, and put all the sounds out of the car.
Seeing him like that, they were still mocking, but it was another matter before them.
Mo Nan has long been disinterested in these and will not be angry.
He wanted to know more than that, if he didn't heal, how serious was his sister's hand?
He didn't fail to send a message to the management grandpa.
But Grandpa's response was to let him play today's game first.
On the surface, Mo Nan looks fiercely hot. In fact, when it comes to North, he is very delicate ...
The more indirect the answer was, the more complicated it became, or his sister did not want to let him know that her hand was hurt.
Because he hurt his hand too?
Mo Nan looked to the window.
The car is already on the road and will soon reach the race place.
Because more than anyone knows, what it means to lose the game.
He can lose, but it was said to be 0 kills and 6 deaths, and he collapsed in 7 minutes.
But his sister can't.
What he has experienced will never let her experience it again!
(End of this chapter)