Chapter 1441: One thousand four hundred and sixteen

Chapter 1441: One Thousand And Fourteen
He kissed him too much?
This person should not be able to tell who is right in front of her.
Feng Na raised her eyebrows and seemed to want to speak again.
Mo Bei didn't talk to him either, with one hand against his shoulder, he wanted to get closer.
"Hey, that's enough." Feng Nai looked at her, Sven continued: "Need me to remind you, are you a girl? Didn't anyone tell you this young lady, please don't just love.
Mo Bei glanced across his face, his voice faint: "I am my boyfriend, not casual."
As the words fell, she gathered up the gauze, and her thin lips fell into the corner of his mouth.
Feng Nai looked at the cold and snowy man in front of him, and leaned slightly, pushing him away: "I never liked his style."
Mo Bei didn't speak, his gaze passed.
Feng Nai lowered her figure: "Being controlled, you are obviously darker than anyone else, and you have to worry about your thoughts, after all, you like clean people."
Mo Bei heard the words, his eyebrows just twisted.
Feng Nai opened her long legs over there and pushed the door to leave. A few words were indifferent, leaving only the ending: "Don't follow me anymore."
If it was normal Feng Nai, such words would never be said.
Let anyone know what Feng Nai was like in front of Mo Bei.
Regard her thoughts?
Mo Bei looked down at his right hand, his eyes were a little dazed.
Then she paused and paced up.
Feng Nai could detect someone behind him.
Very irritable.
It is obvious that this person has nothing to do with him, and he will feel annoying.
Maybe it was left over before, after all, it was another one of his favorite people in his body.
It is inevitable that some habits cannot be changed.
However, soon, he will correct some of the previous things.
After finally getting the opportunity, how could it be easy for this person to go back.
He should have done something, what he should have done.
Feng Nai is lazy by nature and won't say a second word.
Originally, he wanted to play and see what this person who no longer has the aura of immortality can make another person remember it so much.
The taste of being seen through at a glance made him somewhat uncomfortable.
That man is polite and has his own concubine. What did he just show that people can notice his change?
Even the Pharaoh who had been in the family for more than ten years did not see his difference.
How did she know?
None of this matters.
Looking at her, it should not be the case that he has changed, tell the psychologist and the old man over there.
Regarding the changes in Feng Nai, Mo Bei certainly would not say, but she would not say that she would turn some of the unreasonable into reasonable.
That's why she stays on.
Of course, in addition to this, there is also a slight increase in his body temperature.
It should be because of his hands and the weather outside.
Coagulation disorders originally have a low autoimmune system. In the winter in the north, it is cold and dry, and even the wind blows to the face is a little painful, making it easier to catch a cold.
After he woke up, did he have time to wear down jackets?
Mo Bei looked at the tall and slender back, and stretched out his hand to drag people back.
Feng Nai squinted, the danger meant a lot: "You ..."
Before waiting for him to speak, the man put on a mask on him, then pulled the zipper, and threw the jacket on her, a lukewarm sentence: "Same for men and women."
Does it mean that men can wear it?
Feng Nai looked at the black down jacket in her arms, frowned, and threw it back.
Mo Bei raised his eyes without saying a word.
Feng Nai's voice grace: "You are really wide."
Talking, he got out of the elevator.
Mo Bei didn't give him a second time, just put his unclear vision on the commercial vehicle outside the building.
Countless people are waiting outside the door.
Especially after the organizing committee made this decision, how many people are waiting for an answer here.
Feng Nai always thought carefully, even if he changed his personality. Seeing this, he threw his uniform jacket directly on the corridor, and then walked towards the door.
He wore a mask and changed his clothes. Few people would look this way.
However, Mo Bei gave him a mask. After walking to the uniform, he paused slightly, his eyes dropped, and he placed it on the icon of Heiyan. There was no change in his face, but his eyes always felt like What is burning.
Without hesitation, she bent over and picked it up.
Such a hot taro is doomed to stand out.
But suddenly.
The front desk at the door, all waiting people, all rushed towards her.
"Bey, you will still go to Milan as a professional player. Is this true? Why did the organizing committee make such a decision? Is there any reason for you to use imperial pressure? As a former imperial league Informal players, do you always use Imperial League like this, do you feel good? "
"King God is going to retire for you. What do you think about this?"
"A lot of fans feel that you have forgotten the original intention of joining the League of Democrats, and at the same time you have forgotten what the spirit of the League of Democracy is. You do n’t deserve to continue fighting. What do you feel when you hear these words?
"The decision of the organizing committee is likely to make people wait for so many years and want to see the Chinese team win the championship. Bey, as a professional player, have you considered how many people dream of going to Milan? Now this dream is controlled by capital, don't you feel sad? "
"You don't have to answer any questions, but at least you have to give your fans an explanation. They have been waiting for you to speak."
"It is said that the webmaster of your personal station has already taken off the powder, and there are a lot of imperialist fans before, and they are not in favor of your current behavior.
"Bey, let's talk, we need an explanation."
The crowd is crowded.
Many faces.
Noisy.
Like the rising tide of the sea, it can drown the five senses.
This is not the first time that Mo Bei has experienced this. She is standing there with her body standing still, and she still has the black Yan uniform, which is the most important thing in her opinion.
She didn't speak, her eyes were black and white, and her lines were clearly visible.
I don't know who it was. I took tea in my hand and poured it at her all of a sudden.
Fans, tired of love, shouted: "You don't deserve it!"
The building has security personnel.
But I ca n’t stop it.
There are agitating people over there, saying good.
There was only one voice in the audience, saying, "You don't deserve it!"
Unworthy to be a professional player, unworthy of being liked, unworthy ...
In the end, it doesn't deserve anything, as if it can't affect the clear figure standing in the crowd.
She turned her face to the side, her cold-skinned complexion, drips of tea at the end of her hair, and her face dropped slightly along her chin, but her spine did not even bend.
"Why a spicy chicken, why not take the initiative to retire? You ruined the Imperial League and ruined our youth!"
The man is even more aggressive.
Just at this time!
(End of this chapter)