Chapter 1637: Touch (let the small manager urge the update.)

  Chapter 1637 Touched (Let the small manager urge the change.)
  It was a pure black color, like mist.
  He didn’t avoid suspicion either, he paced out, still with a careless expression, and the jaw line was so beautiful to steal the spotlight: "Did you tell me on purpose?"
  The tone was lazy, and could not hear the joy or anger.
  Feng Yi stood up straight.
  The thin little devil also moved his little chef hat, without comment.
  Feng Nai twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced down at the little man: "I want the guy in my body to listen to it. Does it respond?"
The little devil Bo has a noble face, a young age, and a full sense of existence: "You are no different from him, but the World Series cannot rely solely on Sister Bei’s prediction. If your operations can’t keep up, the consequences will be left to Sister Bei. Come back."
As he said, he lowered his chin: "The interview car downstairs, the players who ran away today, are all because you are the starter, and they feel unfair in their hearts. They think you are not worthy of you now. If you put it in the past, K will move. With the mouse, you have the right to speak. This is the difference between you and the other person. If you lose to them during the promotion game, not only will the fat man suffer, but Bei sister will also be accused of squeezing out teammates, causing Huaxia to lose the trophy. Talents don’t care what the truth is, because they only see what they want to see."
   "Heh." Feng Nai smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold. He stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Ren'er's head: "Master Qin Xiao has a lot to worry about."
  The thin little devil is the most annoying when people call him that way. Is it still small? His big eyes narrowed into a line: "Want to move me?"
   "It's really an eye-catcher." Feng Nai stretched out his hand and lifted the collar of the little man at once.
The thin little demon couldn’t even reach the ground with his feet. Two lotus root-like little white legs were hanging in the air. The first second was the cold little prince, and the next second seemed to have seen something on his face. It was full of resistance, and his small body was twisted into twists.
Feng Nai put the little man on the trash can, his slender figure slowly lowered, one of his hands was still in his trouser pocket, and his eyes were as dark as a cold winter night in the north: "It won't happen like that. thing."
When he said this, the tone was completely different from the past, and Shen Di was brewing hostility: "There are some things that he can reach, and I can still do it. I will not be as indecisive as him. I will let Mo Bei. Win, win cleanly."
  After saying this, he withdrew his hand.
  As if nothing happened.
  When Feng Yi passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked down and his mouth was hooked.
  The thin little demon narrowed his eyes, and his little chest was up and down. Sitting on the trash can, he could only jump down due to height problems.
  Do not be disorderly, it is a gentleman's behavior handed over to him by the housekeeper.
  But it is the nature of the Qin family to bear grudges.
He dialed the number in the kitchen: "Add two more glasses of bitter gourd juice to King and replace the lemon tea with celery. He doesn't like it? Come here, nutrition is the most important thing. King is the secret weapon designated by Sister Bei, his Physical condition comes first, yes, put more, no need to add honey."
  Feng Yi listened to the side, a smile that couldn't be covered under the glasses, and when he looked at the slender figure at the end of the corridor, his expression became much more serious: "An'an, do you think this will work."
   Hearing the words, the little man raised his eyes slowly with a serious face:
Uncle Feng, I’m all covered with bacteria now. Which room is your nephew? I’m going to roll around in his bed.

  (End of this chapter)