Chapter 1599: What Feng Nai cares about...

   Chapter 1599 What Feng Nai cares about...
  The other players looked at each other, their voices low.
   "How could Bey take photos with others like this?"
  "Didn’t you say that she doesn’t like fans?"
  "Is she holding sugar in her hand?"
  "Bey shouldn't eat sugar, right?"
   Just when people are talking.
   Mo Bei peeled off the sugar, and raised his hand.
  Feng Nai, who was looking sideways at her, raised an eyebrow, the meaning of her eyes was unclear.
  Mo Bei's expression is clear and juicy: "Here you are."
  Feng Nai suddenly smiled, leaned over and bit the lemon candy, his handsome face was evil: "Boyfriend?"
   "Yes." Mo Bei looked serious. After feeding, he carried his shoulder bag and took the carbon pen to fill out the form.
  It was Feng Nai, chewing candy between her white teeth, her black eyes met the gaze she cast over, and she chuckled slightly, with a loose voice: "She likes to meet people and say that I am her boyfriend. You, just get used to it."
  Panda bear:...
  Tenghui:......
  Other professional players:...
  The thin little demon wore a small beret, raised his hand to press the brim of the hat, and smiled coldly: "What about your face?"
  Feng Nai glanced at him, and attributed such behaviors to envy, jealousy and hatred.
  Why should he care about a child.
  Other professional players looked up at the take-off plane. They really need to get used to it. This is not the same as they imagined overseas.
  Only Zhao Sanpang was standing there, all eyes were memories.
  He watched Mo Bei walking by his side, and suddenly remembered that at that time, his facial paralysis was also like this.
   Few words, hard-eyed, clean and stubborn eyes.
  Now, she is so old.
  Laughing still can't laugh, but the back figure remains the same.
  Qin Xinji, little spades, Luoluo, captain...
  Zhao Sanpang closed his eyes fiercely, then opened them again!
   "Milan, here we are."
  This sentence made Mo Bei's pen nib pause, and the leaning backpack drooped down.
  The sky at the Capital Airport, the blue sky is endless.
  Line up, ticket checking, boarding.
  The players are all arranged together, and the flight time of more than ten hours must be prepared in advance.
  Feng Nai's attention is undoubtedly the highest.
  As the leader of the team, his current state will always make people who are not in the black inflammation state worry.
  Although some professional players did not say it clearly, the faint atmosphere can be felt.
  Zhao Sanpang will not solve this kind of thing. After all, in the e-sports arena, strength is king. If you want to convince others, you must achieve results.
  Everyone knows the truth.
  But two or three people who make an appointment to go to the bathroom on the way will always talk a few words.
  "We arrived in Milan, how did we play in the first game?"
  There are many people and there are many queues.
  Hearing this sentence, Huang Mao received his mobile phone.
   "Fat God will arrange, that's not what we should worry about."
  "I'm afraid of a round trip, I'm not reconciled. After all, in the state of king, it is very likely that..."
"do not talk."
  Someone tugged at his sleeve.
   Huang Mao looked back.
  Besides, besides the people in the same cabin, there is a figure standing out from the crowd. I don't know if he heard it. After all, after putting on the hat, that face can only see the beautiful white jaw.
  The whole person is still like that, lazy and expensive, and strangers should not come near.
   "King." Huang Mao took a breath, extremely embarrassed, and when he was wrong, he wished to disappear.
  Feng Nai's eyes were unpredictable. He looked out of the cabin without knowing what he was thinking.
  Actually, he doesn't care about these things.
   can be unfavorable, but a sentence keeps appearing in my mind.
   "Bey is standing by your side. You can ask her what she has done to win this championship."
  (End of this chapter)