Chapter 1588: start again!

   Chapter 1588 Start again!
  Fonnai placed her right hand and slowly clenched it tightly.
  As if suppressing something, his eyes were dyed red.
  No way.
  He cannot give up the initiative.
  He knows exactly what the other person in his body wants to do.
  Similarly, he knew better that as long as she was still there, that person would not disappear.
  According to the plan, he should get rid of her, pull the needle and break it, that's what he should do.
  Feng Nai stretched out his hand, almost holding Mo Bei’s neck.
  After seeing her eyes, his figure paused, his arms slid down, and his head rested on her shoulders, his voice was a little low and hoarse: "I can learn too."
   Mo Bei unidentified side his head: "What?"
   "Game." Feng Nai's tone faded: "You can wait."
  He doesn’t necessarily have to come back.
  Just give him time.
  That person will, and he can learn too.
   Mo Bei heard the words, raised his hand, and hugged his waist: "Okay, I'll wait."
  In the distance, Zhao Sanpang and Thin Little Devil came over.
  Zhao Sanpang took a telescope in his hand, which was given by the thin devil.
  He doesn't have these advanced things.
   "Hmm..." After looking at Zhao Sanpang, he felt deep: "This surname is named, so he can pretend to be pitiful."
  The thin little demon stood there, small but noble, with a small face indifferently: "I'm going all the way with my dad."
   "Indeed!" Zhao Sanpang closed the telescope: "This Beibei must be at a disadvantage, you dad, you know, there are many flowers, right?"
  The thin little devil expresses his approval on his face, but what's in front of him...
   "The trouble is not the guts, the trouble is when will the guy get rid of the knot."
  Zhao Sanpang knew that the son of Little Spade’s family was too smart.
   Seeing him is like seeing a copy of Qin Mo.
  Can't see him as a child.
   "I said An An." Zhao Sanpang put his hand on the thin little devil's shoulder: "You are so old, can you make friends in the kindergarten?"
  The thin little demon glanced at him: "Yes, I rely on the face."
  Zhao Sanpang:...
"Fat man, let's go." The Bo Xiao Devil said as he lowered his head and fiddled with his small flying machine: "I can't figure it out here, maybe my scumbag will make an excuse to come over and attack my mommy. Call for credit, I don't want to see him."
  Zhao Sanpang is highly consistent with the child on this point: "I don't want to either!"
  Every time I see someone whose surname is Qin, it's not a good thing.
  His grandma’s heart is so dirty, hang him on the wall with a P picture, and search for it!
  "Leave me the surname. The newcomers trained by your fat master can make rapid progress in the shortest time."
  Feng Nai’s current situation, there is no need to hide it.
  At least everyone in the team knows that he has forgotten how to play the game.
  There are less than ten days to fly to Milan.
  In these ten days, everyone must improve, especially Feng Nai...
  If he does not return to his best form, it is difficult to say what will happen in Milan.
  What's more, the domestic environment does not allow him to make any mistakes.
  The curse is still there, and it is getting stronger and stronger.
  This is the norm.
Every member of   Heiyan has gotten used to it.
  For them, the return of all staff is more important than anything else.
  Come in again, the first thing Mobei did was to throw away the instant noodles and make a pot of fried noodles for everyone to eat.
   Hanxi still feels a little sorry: "I can actually be in the back kitchen, like fried cauliflower..."
   "No, you can't!"
   Before he could finish speaking, Mao Mao Xiong dragged him away.
  Mo Bei Lao Noodle, Feng Nai stood there watching, with a table tennis racket in his hand, carelessly tossing the ball.
  This is one of Zhao Sanpang’s courses. It is said to exercise hand speed.
  Feng Nai felt bored, but did it too.
  Because, he wants to stay.
  (End of this chapter)