Chapter 1387: One thousand three hundred and sixty three
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The eSports King’s Crush
- Warring Young Seven
- 584 characters
- 2021-01-29 06:26:47
Chapter 1387: One Thousand Three Sixty Three
As if sleeping, Mo Bei felt something, tilted his head with a blindfold, then reached out and held his wrist, his voice still awake, and a faint sand: "Good."
It was a tired tone, but because of the habitual indulgence, it brought out a warm tenderness.
Feng Nai took a back, after a long time, as if responding to her: "Okay, I am good."
Whatever imagination was broken at this moment.
Everyone knows the suffocation in his eyes, and his badness.
In this regard, she was even better understood, but still gave him a good word.
Feng Nai smiled and retracted her hand.
The driver looked a little surprised.
After all, the young master in that state is too gloomy. It seems like he will crush something in the next second.
Those who don't know, thought he was going to Miss Mo.
Paranoia is often accompanied by hallucinations.
In severe cases, emotions spread and a second personality is extended.
This is what Mr. Feng has been worried about.
So even the driver who followed Feng Nai replaced his perennial confidant.
Mr. Feng is very clear that Nair's condition may cause the cause at any time.
But this time the cause of the doctor has not been confirmed so far.
Only vaguely guessed that it was related to Mo Bei.
But deeper ... Nair is a man who is so prepared to guard. When Grandpa's heart is too clear, he knows quite well that he won't open his heart to anyone, except ...
The flow of people followed the car, and the entire city was dimly lit.
The city is still disturbing and will not be quiet for a moment.
When Mo Bei opened his eyes again, the car had stopped.
Perhaps she wanted to give her a little rest, so Feng Nai never let the driver go off.
In the winter in the north, the cold biting outside the car, in contrast to the people who have been waiting.
The representative team is about to go abroad to compete, and Hei Yan's popularity has risen to a higher level.
There will always be squatting near the base.
Mo Bei opened his eyes and didn't know where he had come, after all, there was a black scarf.
I just felt that there was sound outside, and the white face was slightly side.
Feng Nai reached out to block her.
Mo Bei turned his head: "What?"
"Here it is," Feng Nai said, lifting the black scarf to one side.
She looked like this, originally only he could see.
He did everything to create the welfare of others.
After Mo Bei saw the light again, what he saw at first glance was his handsome face with a little irritability and grievance.
Wronged?
Mo Bei reached out and squeezed his face: "Can't you laugh?"
Feng Nai hooked his mouth.
Mo Bei sighed and held a person's wrist and kissed him.
When people outside saw this scene, their voices stopped.
What the is this!
Press the of k? !! ?
Just while everyone was still asleep.
Mo Bei had stretched his waist and pulled the door open with a clear face: "Get out of the car."
Two words shocked everyone again.
Too ... too aura.
Then the king, who was usually dragged without wearing a mask, walked down like a little concubine, and his hand was still being held.
Mo Bei knew after standing outside the car that he brought her to the base.
Others seem to be prepared in advance.
The people standing over there, in addition to the squatting fans, there are ... cats, bears, ashes, and the cold days just announced.
Everyone was wearing a uniform and a smile on his face.
"Welcome back!"
(End of this chapter)