Chapter 1377: First 1,353,531

Chapter 1377
Mo Bei was standing there with a long body and erecting his hair with one hand, his voice was light and light: "I made you double skin milk and blueberry tarts. You are up now, and the tarts are just delicious."
The housekeeper is going out.
Hearing this sentence, he paused.
Then they saw their young master whispering there, "But I don't want to remember."
The voice just waking up was slightly sandy, and it was milky.
The steward's hand holding the door handle was a little trembling, and the young master really gave a good hand.
Mo Bei was not in a hurry: "You can continue to sleep, and the tarts will be eaten by Xiaomi."
Feng Nai, who had been buried in the original, didn't want to move. After hearing this sentence, he gave a cold sigh, and laughed a little: "Another one eats and drinks."
He was completely awake, and under the messy black hair was a face that confuses all sentient beings. This appearance of Feng Nai, indeed, no one can resist.
Asceticism was gentle again, and a bit of evil was born.
After all, Mo Bei liked him at the beginning because ... eh, face?
When I saw it, I wanted to kiss, and now I don't have to worry about it. Mo Bei leaned down and fell a kiss on his face: "Well, get up."
It can be described as a very straight man.
So handsome that Feng Nai didn't even have a chance to pull people back.
The housekeeper watched Miss Mo walk towards herself, and then the master frowned slightly, but sat up automatically, and sighed. It was really only Miss Mo who could hold the devil.
As Feng Nai, it will be easy to get up.
What does it mean, some miscellaneous people, always come to eat.
Master Feng Da also knows very well that he has an advantage in someone's heart.
In his previous style, a black down jacket must have solved it all.
Today, a solid-colored snow-white sweater with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of the nose, and even black hair blowing a little messy, a look of "purity school grass".
Sitting at the dinner table, Xiaomi saw his brother in this dress, and bit his ears with the thin little devil. "Sao Li is angry, my brother definitely wants to use his face to confuse Sister Bei again."
The little devil raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Nai, very polite: "Excuse me."
Knowing to bother you, are you still here?
Although Feng Nai's eyes said so, her face didn't show up, but she smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Did Master Qin come out so long, don't you worry?"
"My dad? He was thinking about how to eat soft rice." The little devil wiped his mouth with a napkin, and the gentleman was full: "At this point, Feng Shao is very similar to him."
Poking people straight into the dots is a characteristic of the little devil.
"I heard that Feng Shao had been relying on getting out of bed just now, and she still had to coax with Sister Bey."
The little devil laughed and said, "Is it helpless?"
Xiaomi Lin, including Mr. Feng, who came over with a cane on his faucet, felt that he was relieved.
Feng Nai was sitting there lazily: "Envy? It's a pity that you haven't even broken the milk, and you really can't feel the feeling of being spoiled by your girlfriend."
What the little devil hated most was that others had metaphorized his height, and his big eyes narrowed into a line.
At this time, Mo Bei came over.
The little devil smiled suddenly, holding his head sweetly and sweetly: "Sister bey, can I have another egg tart?"
Eat another?
Everyone knows that this one that Mo Bei brought out is the last one.
Feng Nai also knew in her heart that her eyes fell over.
The thin little devil drew his ears, "Can't you? Let's eat it for Brother Nai, after all, he just got up and hasn't eaten yet."
Feng Nai held his fork in his hand and clenched slowly. This little ghost was really suitable for being thrown out. He finally knew why Qin Shao wanted this little ghost to run away from home.
Mo Bei turned his eyes and glanced at Feng Nai.
The little devil is still aggrieved.
Feng Nai always knew what position Bo's people had in someone's mind. He didn't want her to feel that his possessiveness was too paranoid, even the children's food must be grabbed.
But really let him, let that little ghost, he didn't want to.
Someone made the egg tarts himself, and he hasn't eaten them in a long time.
Feng Nai's thin lips clenched unconsciously.
However, at this time, the aroma came at the same time as it melted into the mouth.
It was Mo Bei who fed the to his lips.
The little devil didn't pretend to be pitiful either. Looking at the scene: "Sister bey really likes him."
"Yes." Mo Bei reached out and rubbed the little devil's head. "And the coconut milk jelly you like to eat, don't bully him in the future, it's my person."
Bo Xiaomon always looks like a little gentleman: "Of course I will listen to Sister Bey, but someone ... forget it, since Sister Bey likes it, there is nothing to say."
Feng Nai can win, but just because she likes the word.
He is still personal now. He had a quiet meal and didn't anything from the little devil. Even when Xiaomi was eating his favorite fragrant eggplant, he didn't say anything.
Xiao Nai Lin is uncomfortable with this kind of Feng Nai, which is not like his brother.
However, one thing remained the same. Broken hands and broken feet, Sister Tang Beibei gave him Sheng.
Rarely don't play games.
The little little demon didn't go to mention his injuries.
Grandpa butler will be back tomorrow. If he remembers correctly, tomorrow ... will be Hei Yan's first game.
Sister bey's hand, there should be no problem playing auxiliary.
Indeed, no problems were noticed while cooking.
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his eyes stopped on his wrist, his eyes were light.
Grandfather Feng glanced over here and walked over, hoping to do something: "Beibei, Grandfather Feng has an old friend today, and the grandson has a full moon. Will you follow Grandfather Feng to see?"
Feng Nai, who had been at peace, lifted her eyes at this moment, and the dangerous breath spread out.
What does the old man mean?
"No." Mo Bei pulled the chair open for the old man. "Go on your own, my identity is not right, and ..." She looked at Feng Nai: "Just got Mao Shun flat."
Grandpa Feng really has no way to take this child, why is he so used to his grandson?
Feng Nai also listened to the words, and her long fingers stopped, then she lowered her eyes and smiled. Such bright eyes and bright teeth would not appear on him at all.
Xiaomi Lin was also shaken by his brother's smile.
Mo Bei sat down, his voice faint: "Happy?"
"It's okay." Feng Nai's eyes narrowed, and there was an unstoppable arc on her lips.
Mo Bei put the vegetables on his plate: "Then eat well, don't be picky."
Feng Nai's appetite is like that, but he will eat whatever she makes.
Even things like vegetables are really not fun.
Today is actually the day when psychiatrists are coming.
So Grandpa Feng always wanted to take Mo Bei out.
Of course, this is only one of them. Secondly, he really doesn't want to hurt Bei Bei.
Feng Nai was watching the time, but he didn't seem to care about it until the psychiatrist appeared.
As the son of an expert in criminal psychology, Bo Xiaomon felt something as soon as he walked in from the man in a suit and carrying a briefcase.
The psychiatrist also knows that there are many people today, and the old man asked the housekeeper to say hello in advance.
Xiaomi Lin was still rubbing his little Satsuma, and when he saw that the little devil was moving, he turned his head and asked, "An'an, what happened?"
The little devil continued to furry the little Satsuma, smooth it, and wipe his hand: "Nothing."
Xiaomi Lin said, "An'an, do you think your cleanliness is very serious?"
"Is that so?" Bo Little Devil: "I don't think I have cleanliness."
Little Tits Pro: ...
Feng Nai lifted his legs past the two, with some carelessness: "I'll talk about something."
He spoke to Mo Bei. He didn't intend to say anything about the specifics.
The psychiatrist wanted to communicate with Mo Bei. This was the first time he saw this. He heard countless names from Mr. Feng.
"Hello, my last name is money."
Those who can become psychologists always have a kind of aura that can make people easily and trusted.
Dr. Qian is no exception, but he has never seen such a girl, his eyes are clear and black, there is no emotion, but he is hiding something.
Beauty is indifferent, and it is hard to ignore, when the temperament is clear and snowy, when the eyes fall on Mr. Feng, it is a slight spoil.
No wonder…….
Dr. Qian knows that this type is what paranoids want and destroy most.
They regard such people as gods.
But as soon as the gods fall to the altar, then ... will be back bitten.
Dr. Qian fully understands why Mr. Feng has been so uneasy recently.
As he pondered, a figure blocked his vision.
It was Feng Nai, his eyes were light, and he could not see any discomfort through the glasses, but he smiled at the tip of his tongue: "General Qian, let's talk in the study?"
What he meant by Mr. Qian was to hide his identity.
Dr. Qian certainly did not dare to disobey his boss.
What's more, those eyes had disappeared when he looked at Miss Mo, as a psychologist, he could still see.
He didn't like anyone staring at Miss Mo.
It's just that such things have been hidden.
That girl is too pitiful ...
I have to say that in a hurry, the psychiatrist may also have a look away.
From the moment he walked in, Mo Bei knew his identity.
The doctor always has a peculiar smell.
Not to mention, he still has a pocket watch in his hand.
Deep Hypnosis?
It should be useless to that person.
"It's weird. My brother would still have someone at home to discuss business."
When he couldn't understand the scene, the little milk was coming. He held the little Satsuma and stood there with his head tilted, which was still strange.
Since Feng Nai entered the study, the aura changed. He took off his glasses and looked at the person standing there.
"What were you looking at her just now?"
It's not just the light, even the tone of coolness, that's the heir of Feng's.
Dr. Qian put down the briefcase: "The chairman should have told you, I hope Miss Mo can help you to treat."
"There will be another day." Feng Nai sat down and looked at his pocket watch. "Even hypnosis, I can answer anything you want to ask today."
Dr. Qian was a little bit confused, after all, he had never been so active: "Mr. Feng is very happy today?"
"Well." Feng Nai casually: "Not only because of happiness, but also because of hurry."
Dr. Qian smiled: "Can you specifically explain the reason for being happy?"
Feng Nai opened the lighter and lit a cigarette: "It's very interesting."
"What's interesting?" Dr. Qian stopped writing.
Feng Nai was still laughing: "She didn't give the egg to that little ghost, she actually fed it to me."
"Huh?" Dr. Qian was in the mist, but it didn't stop him from understanding.
Feng Nai looked down at the cigarette butt: "As she does, I would think that no matter how I am, she will like me, even if it looks like this, it doesn't matter."
Hearing this, Dr. Qian grabbed the point: "Perhaps for Miss Mo, whatever she looks like, she likes it."
"Really?" Feng Nai tapped his finger on the table. "No, she absolutely doesn't like me to break her."
Dr. Qian's tentative proposal: "Then don't always think about breaking."
Feng Nai smiled again: "Do you think it is possible? Doctor."
Dr. Qian is most afraid of this person calling himself that.
"Then how do you sleep?"
"Okay, sleep."
"Listening to the housekeeper, Mr. Feng has a good appetite today."
"She doesn't have appetite and wants to own something."
Dr. Qian tasted frustration again, and the answer was dripping.
"Tomorrow is about to play. Will Miss Mo's hand injury affect her performance?"
The figure sitting on the chair, after hearing this sentence, put his hand on the lighter and stopped for a moment: "Who told you?"
Dr. Qian knew that in the face of him, he must be true: "Chairman Feng, he is worried."
"Worried? She didn't play well. I took all the Xu family to be buried?" Feng Nai couldn't hear any emotions.
Dr. Qian put down the pen: "Not only, the chairman is more worried that President Feng thinks that person is no longer a god, and then what other behaviors occur."
"It's not yet tomorrow." Feng Nai stood up slowly as she said this, and then approached: "I didn't say it on the phone. What will happen to me?
Doctor Qian looked at the figure, and he knew he couldn't stop something.
I hope Miss Mo can afford it.
No matter what the result is.
Feng Nai was a little irritable.
That kind of irritability is beyond words.
It's probably been disguised for too long.
When he came out, Mo Bei was logging in to the game with his mobile phone. After seeing him, he only said two words: "Come here."
Feng Nai hadn't had time to converge the suffocation on her body, but still wanted to get closer.
"What?" His eyes were black and icy.
Mo Bei's voice was light: "Help me rank, I'll make a cup of milk tea for you."
Feng Nai eyes narrowed: "Okay."
I took the phone and found out that she was logged in with a bey account.
The whole area A, the world news is brushing.
"Ahhhh, am I dreaming?"
"See you long."
"Fuck, my bey and I are here!"
"Seeking war-monitoring authority!"
"No, I want to confess!"
The male fan is always the same, even Mai is on, and the voice is still a bit shy: "bey god, I watched the video you entered, I like you for three years, I went when you played the game, and gave a Brand, um ... bey god, I love you! "
The words that followed said quickly.
But this does not affect Feng Nai's slow opening of the wheat, and then a cold shout: "Is it?"
Fortunately, what kind of words do you like to listen to? Ann ...
(End of this chapter)