Chapter 1489: One thousand four hundred and sixty-four (7.8)

Chapter 1489: One Thousand One Four Sixty Four (7.8)
He kissed her across the quilt, with a very low voice: "Don't always think about getting him back."
Mo Bei's long fingers stopped.
Feng Nai soon noticed, sulking his voice: "You look at me well, I'm not worse than him, at least I can't pretend."
Mo Bei leaned his eyes.
Feng Nai hugged the person a little more: "He said, eight of the ten sentences are false. So scum, you want it too?"
Because he was covered by thin sheets, Mo Bei could not see his expression, and the only thing he could feel was his temperature.
"Whatever he looks like, it's OK." Mo Bei's voice came, without much turbulence: "Cruel, cold-blooded, pretending to be milky, keeping his eyes light, thinking about removing those who are against him and himself I want to eat my own vinegar and not admit it. "
Feng Na heard this, and with his sullen eyes, slowly moved away, even loosening the force of pressing the thin quilt.
Only then could Mo Bei see him again.
Good-looking people are so different even when they are at a loss.
"You said, who are you like him?"
Mo Bei's words let Feng Nai close his hands.
"It really needs to beware."
He wants to go.
Before moving, he was dragged back.
Mo Bei: "No longer?"
Feng Nai smiled: "The premise is whether you can subconsciously brainwash me."
"Yes." Mo Bei knew that it was time to talk about the conditions: "No brainwashing, but you promise me one thing."
Feng Nai couldn't pull back his hand, so he just let him hold it: "Do you like this, give me room to refuse?"
"It can't be rejected," Mo Bei said lightly.
Feng Nai smiled even more: "It's really honest, what's the matter."
"Double row." Mo Bei looked at him: "The base cannot go now, adjust the state."
Feng Nai heard her expression, her eyebrows twisted.
Mo Bei noticed: "Is there a problem?"
"There is a problem." Feng Nai stood up, this time it was really a bit cold: "I'm not interested in the game, Miss Mo always seems to forget, I'm not him."
He was not far from holding his wrist.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "I will not participate in your competition."
"That is to renegotiate the conditions?" Mo Bei removed Bo: "What do you want."
Feng Nai looked at her: "You disappear."
Mo Bei's eyes stopped.
Feng Nai's voice was very flat: "You also feel that I can't get my hands on. I will go to play with you, but the premise is that after you disappear, I don't believe you."
"Okay." Mo Bei regained his hand, and his voice was a little low: "Do I make you feel insecure?"
Feng Nai opened his face sideways: "It's uncontrollable."
Mo Bei heard that he was frightened and wanted to reach out and hug someone.
There is a saying on the Internet.
"Gentle people are usually born like this."
"After a lot of sadness, they decided to make others less sad than themselves."
"This thoughtfulness makes me gentle."
But where did it begin.
I believe that I can do it without being gentle.
Yu Mobei said that he probably met a man named Feng Nai.
No matter what personality he is.
It never made her feel lonely.
What's more, she didn't think it was him.
He always thought that she liked the way he stood clean and full of milk and gentle treatment.
In fact, even one day, he was full of blood and suffocated.
She only wants such a person ...
(End of this chapter)