Chapter 1566: Slap (1)

Chapter 1566 Face Slap (1)
Just Feng Nai's expression.
Not to mention He Xiang, even He Jiao's movements stiffened.
But soon, she found a new entrance.
"God Bey!" When He Jiao called this name, her eyes were bright and she seemed very excited: "I finally saw the living God Bey."
She was about to rush over.
On the side of Mo Bei's figure, his eyes were pale.
He Jiao didn't get annoyed by seeing her avoiding herself so much. Instead, she knocked on her head: "Look at me, bey god, your hand is injured. You can't touch it casually. Then the injury will be more serious and it will affect the game. "
Having said that, she lowered her eyes: "If you want to go to Milan, we all support you. Even if you look like you, we can only hide from opponents. We feel uncomfortable."
At first sound of this sentence, it seemed to hurt Mo Bei.
But "you want to go to Milan" and "you can only hide when you meet opponents" will naturally give the person present a kind. Bey is obviously no longer able to do it, because he wants to go and insists not to give up his position. , This is not selfishness, what is chasing fame and fortune.
At the banquet, people from related industries looked at Mo Bei more complicated.
A man in a suit couldn’t help but said:
It’s been four years since the last National Team won the championship. In the past four years, each of us has been looking forward to the name China once again across the world. This year is Our most promising year, so bey god, can you please let go."
When he heard this sentence, Feng Nai looked directly over here, his unselfish eyes had a gentle smile just now, even if they were fake, they would not be like now, making people feel cold and cold. .
The man was frightened, and when he was hesitating to say nothing, he became bolder when he thought of the He family. He closed his eyes and said loudly, "You were a genius, but you do It’s the one that dragged down the National Team. There are so many outstanding professional players abroad. You should also know that the Milan Tournament is not the same as your usual games. No matter how great your consciousness is, you can’t keep up with your hand speed. , Just because you want to go, all of our expectations and efforts will come to nothing. You can’t do this. You are from the Imperial League on your own. There are so many people who are backing it up. Feng Jia has tried all means to protect you. Such glory, are you at ease with your heart!?"
Every sentence he said was agitated.
He Jiao glanced at him, and then quickly lowered her head.
No matter how powerful the Feng family is, it can't be used now.
This arrangement is indeed correct.
Her dad can deal with bey impartially without hesitation.
And bey, it is estimated that it is difficult now.
He Jiao could feel the gaze around her, and the corner of her mouth was about to rise.
I heard a voice coming over there,
Just two words no more, no less.
"At ease."
It's Mobei.
When she said these two words, her right hand held a certain great who wanted to step forward. Her tone was very light, so weak that she was answering a question.
Such an attitude made that person choked with success.
What he thinks is that with so many people there, bey always has to scruples.
Unexpectedly, she didn't care about anything at all. There was no emotion on that Qingjun face, only the eyes were oppressive, which seemed to say, I am worthy!
No matter it was that person or the He sisters, under such aura, they seemed to be looking for trouble.
He Jiao really didn't expect anyone to be so brazen. She raised her eyes and saw the familiar figure over there.
Her dad is here, he should have heard them all.
According to her dad's temper, this time, needless to say, bey's qualification to participate will also be cancelled.
Thinking of this, He Jiao stirred up another wave, so it was difficult: "What he said is correct, bey god, you will definitely lose if you go to the game like this..."
(End of this chapter)