Chapter 1591: Milan, here we are!

   Chapter 1591 Milan, here we are!
  Mo Bei looked back and glanced here.
   mainly depends on a certain Feng Daxiao who is a demon.
  Feng Nai was wearing a mask and her eyes were dark. When she met her, she was a little innocent.
  Mo Bei looked at it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lifted up.
  Just pretend to be like this?
  The thin little devil doesn’t know why his sister bey is laughing.
  Everyone knows how difficult it is to make a person who has had no extra facial expressions since childhood laugh.
  The thin little devil squinted his eyes, but has not yet spoken.
Zhao Sanpang raised the horn over there and said, "What kind of seat change is there, it's all there, king, I can warn you, don't use your beauty against the small facial paralysis! Now you fat man, I am here," It’s all about those who try to fall in love at public expense during the game. Sit down and sit down!"
  Mo Bei wanted to go to coax people, but the rules were well kept, so he didn't move.
   Seeing this, the childishness that Feng Nai had finally performed in the performance is gone, now all is gone, and his eyes are sharp and cold.
  This beauty in Zhao Sanpang's heart, it turned out to be this kind of feeling in sticking a mandarin duck...Ah!
  He is here to guard the little boy, and his children can't just be taken by others like this.
  Said it is also sad.
  The kid is too proactive.
  Really, too proactive!
  It is a man who knows, how can a girl take the initiative in love, right?
  Zhao Sanpang no longer wants to look back at this week’s pictures.
  Don’t ask, ask is Fengjia this thing, he has no hands at all.
  Zhao Sanpang also checked the information about King, and there are quite a lot of girlfriends.
  The girl nowadays, just don’t look at people!
  Fortunately, he is just a little kid, and he still saves him face.
   was thinking like this.
I saw Mo Bei turned his head over there and straightened Feng Nai's mask. His voice was a little low, and even with the coldness, it brought out a soft smell: "Waiting on the plane, I will sit next to you. "
   "Okay." Young Master Feng was coaxed, and he bent his eyes lazily, looking at everyone as if he was looking at scum.
  Zhao Sanpang:...
  Assistant and driver, at this time, he reminded him in time: "Then what, fat man, here, here."
  Even if Zhao Sanpang couldn't get used to Feng Dashao's piety, he wasn't stuck with those guys anymore. After all, the airport was chaotic, he knew.
The horn was lifted and the battle uniform was draped: "The mobile phone was also sent to you just now. You know what the public opinion environment is now. Many people are waiting to catch you today. Don’t expect anyone to send you out happily. There are a lot of people who want you to retire. If it sounds good, it won’t happen. But one thing is that I will listen to Fat Master and ignore it. Don’t care about what the other party says or do. Don’t have emotions, let alone be affected. Photographed."
  Hearing this, Teng Hui and Mao Maoxiong took a look at their boss.
Zhao Sanpang screamed and opened the door: "In addition to the words just now, there is one more sentence. Remember, you are going to win honor. This is not something that can be changed by someone who says something. I got my back straight, and when I entered this door, no one was allowed to persuade me to show me the momentum of a world champion."
  The words fell, he raised his eyes again: "Back then, my captain retired, Qin Mo fell silent, and the Imperial League was disbanded. I thought I would never come back. Now I come back to tell you."
   "Thank you for so many years, for making it to Milan again."
  Thank you, and scored again in Milan.
   reminds me of the past.
  (End of this chapter)