Chapter 1447: One thousand four hundred and twenty two

Chapter 1447: One Thousand Four Twenty Two
The only person who has no peace of mind is cold.
However, it wasn't about bey, but he had other concerns.
When the two of them were patronizing, he pumped out a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured two glasses, and passed one of them to Feng Yi.
Feng Yi flew back all night, with a little tiredness between her brows, but even more textured.
After seeing the red wine glass in Han Xi's hand, he raised his eyebrows: "Can the base still drink?"
"Captain's." Han Xi said, shaking the wine glass without turning, directly explaining the purpose: "Since ten months ago, the base had more wine. He should rely on this to fall asleep. It is not clear now No matter what, but professional players, drinking always affects the state. "
Feng Yi heard the words and stopped.
Han Xi looked at it: "The captain's direction comes from strong control. He did not make mistakes during the game and he did not get drunk before and after the game, so that he often suffered from insomnia, whether it was explained medically or from the normal point of view, whether Who always insomnia is a bad sign, you say, Uncle Feng. "
Feng Yi glanced and sighed, "What's wrong with you lately?"
"Occasionally hurt." Han Xi remembered what happened today and raised his eyebrows. "The captain has always properly protected his hands, but today, in order to wake up, his movements have been too aggressive. Uncle Feng, I heard it when I was young A rumor. "
Feng Yi knew what rumors Han Xi was going to say. He looked towards him, his eyes darkened, and he did not hide them.
"Nair was really different from ordinary kids when he was a kid."
Winx lowered his glass: "What's different?"
Feng Yi also drank the wine in the glass, and the voice was still soft: "Paranthic, indifferent, and impaired perception."
"Sensory disturbance." Han Xi was no stranger to the word.
Feng Yi looked out the window: "has a tendency to be autistic."
Frosty, autistic tendency?
"Actually it should be mild autism." Feng Yi laughed. "Do you think he might be a person with autism now?"
The performance of children with autism, even if they are not in this specialty, have learned about it.
Language barriers, no eye contact, no interaction with others, like being alone and tearing paper.
The younger the child, the more the adult will doubt whether he has a hearing problem.
Because autism often accompanies him, he will seem to be unable to hear you, and he will not speak. He will only express his emotions by screaming.
How many people are unfamiliar with this disease, don't take it seriously, and later when they discover it, they will miss the best treatment period.
Congenital autism is even more difficult to cure.
It was a group of little angels living on another planet.
They obviously look the same as ordinary children, they laugh when they see something they like, but you are not in his world, you do n’t understand why he laughs.
Captain, actually ...
Han Xi's hand tightened: "Then his behavior these days is since ..."
He can't say anything about that word.
"Why?" Han Xi couldn't understand.
Feng Yi shook his head: "What he is thinking, only he knows."
"The match in Milan." Han Xi lowered his eyes. "I worry about his condition."
Feng Yi reached out and pressed his eyebrows: "It is indeed a major event, but Ben Jia has not received any news."
In principle, the psychiatrist should be at home all year round.
Looking at the cats and cats in the cold, they came over here, closed the topic, and only said, "And today, he is especially strange. I already told bey, bey should be more effective than us."
Feng Yi heard this and paused suddenly.
Previously Nair's paranoia had been brought under control.
This time, it will probably be related to the fact that the facial paralysis was forced to leave that way ten months ago.
It's just that the small facial paralysis is back now, and he has not recovered yet, which means that his true heart knot has not been untied.
Qin Shao had a similar situation that year.
Feng Yi was wondering if he should ask, what he was most worried about now was that his unfathomable nephew had given him a second personality.
In a sense, that person is not white,
Based on what he knows about him, what really happened is that his first reaction must be to destroy the facial paralysis, and the person who most affects his emotions is destroyed first, which is the manifestation of his illness.
It was the same as a child.
Feng Yi thought of this and immediately sent a message to Mo Bei.
"Are you with Nair?"
No reply over there.
Mo Bei was still cooling Feng Nai with a physical cooling method, soaked a wet towel and put it on Feng Nai's forehead.
Feng Nai has always been half asleep and awake, and occasionally opens his eyes to see the person sitting next to the bed.
She was feeding him water, and rubbing his hands with an alcohol ball, the temperature of his fingertips on his forehead was very comfortable.
But this feeling of letting people take care of him really didn't like Feng Nai. He opened his eyes and filled with resistance: "Miss Mo, have you forgotten your gender?"
Mo Bei's tone was flat: "No."
"A girl is as active as you?" Feng Nai tried to take off the towel on his forehead.
Mo Bei stretched out his hand to hold him, and his posture was clear. "This is important?"
Feng Nai also couldn't think of it. One day when she was working hard, she would lose in the hands of a girl, and she laughed a little bit coldly. It was really surprising.
Mo Bei was also straightforward and said lightly: "When you are hello, you may not have hit me. It is even more impossible to be ill. It is better to lie down."
Feng Nai narrowed his eyes, and Swen said a lot: "You will find a boyfriend like this, do you think?"
"Isn't it found?" Mo Bei patted his head, the meaning was obvious.
Feng Nai carelessly said, "He is him, I am me, and you probably don't understand my preferences."
"Huh?" Mo Bei thought for a while and said, "Is it?"
Feng Nai was lying there, like a blood-sucking aristocrat with too much blood loss, a handsome face with clear edges and corners, and pale and expensive: "We are not the same. Let me remind you about this? Also, I am right You are not interested. If you can go out now and bring me home, I will probably sleep well. "
"Are you worried that I am letting you sleep for what purpose?" Mo Bei broke through the meaning of his words, his voice was faint: "I don't have that plan, if there is, the psychiatrist will appear here now."
Feng Nai looked at her black-and-white eyes, and smiled a lot. "What do you think he is? What can I do? I'm afraid?"
"I didn't say you were afraid, I was just saying that I wouldn't do that." Mo Bei picked up the towel on his forehead, dipped it in warm water, and then put it on his forehead again: "You can't beat it. I might as well sleep well. "
When Feng Nai heard this sentence for the second time, thin lips fainted a little. "A girl has more strength than a boy. This kind of thing is really worth showing off."
A familiar sense of ridicule came on.
Mo Bei looked at him: "This way I can move you back."
Feng Nai smiled slowly: "Do you think I would be happy if a big man was carried like you?"
"When someone picks you up, you don't want people to walk away." Mo Bei said here, and handed the water cup to his lips, not like coaxing a boyfriend again, like coaxing a child: "Drink water, you talk and say Too much."
Feng Nai said rejection inside and outside her eyes.
Mo Bei looked at him like that for ten seconds.
Feng Nay avoided her sight: "I'm hungry. When you were in the car, didn't you tell me to eat, what about dinner?"
Mo Bei put the water cup in his hand: "It has already made people gruel."
"Send me with porridge?" Feng Nai looked like a big master at this time: "In his memory, you seem to make a lot of food."
Mo Bei lowered his eyes: "What do you want to eat."
"Isn't it just about knowing my preferences?" Feng Nai didn't answer the question. He brought a business magazine and was noble and faint with some dark atmosphere.
After talking for a long time, it turned out that she was waiting for her here.
Mo Bei stood up.
Feng Nai's voice followed after him: "If what is made is not what I like, please ask Miss Mo to end your current initiative, because what you give is not necessarily what I want, but it will make people Bored. "
Bored when the two words exit.
Mo Bei paused for a straight back.
People probably look like this.
No matter what is firm, I still feel sad.
In other words, because that person is him, I feel that such words are even more unbearable.
"Wait for ten minutes."
Mo Bei headed out without going back.
Feng Nai, who was half-lying on the bed, turned darker.
He had thought this man would handle it well.
Anyone who feels like it will feel hurt.
How come this man didn't even know what it was like to retreat and just wanted him to come back?
Feng Nai thought of this, and her eyes were a little irritable.
He reached out, trying to unbutton his collar.
She only reacted when she started. She was worried that he was uncomfortable when she was in the car, and she had unbuttoned his shirt in advance to allow him to breathe.
He knew that such people should beware of it.
Everything helps you think, what you see is your eyes, your attention is on you, and you have your own calculations.
No wonder he would plant that.
But he is different.
It's hard to see the sun again.
How can you influence yourself because of one person.
Feng Nai thought of this, took the mobile phone over, followed the call log to find a circle, and finally his fingertips fell on the title of gold, a smile floating from the corner of his mouth.
One of the toys as a kid.
Feng Nai's long finger moved and the phone went out.
The gold that just took over the company is really big all day long.
He thought his brother was just a female celebrity under the bubble, and occasionally whimped to invest in a movie.
After he really took over, he realized that it was so difficult to talk about the hidden rules!
This is completely different from what he thought.
Isn't it that the stars should listen to him.
What's going on with this film emperor!
(End of this chapter)