Chapter 1648: He is worth it.

   Chapter 1648, he is worthy.
  This won’t work!
  Zhao Sanpang turned around and looked at the little man standing aside.
  The thin little demon is still like a little gentleman, holding his head high, and smiling at Mo Bei: "I'm going to get the ointment for Sister Bei."
   "Okay." Mo Bei touched the little man's head.
  Zhao Sanpang saw this and gave a thumbs up to the thin little demon, high, really high!
  In this way, there are no two people.
  Look at how that guy is pretending!
  The height of the thin little devil, as everyone knows, is at the position of Mo Bei's thigh.
  Where did Mo Bei go, where did he follow, and politely carrying a small pill box, as expensive as the little prince.
  So, the two-person world that should have existed, with an extra light bulb, still moves.
  Think about it, it's really an eyesore.
  Feng Nai lowered his eyes, and glanced at the standing "well-behaved" little man, the attitude in his eyes seemed to explain everything.
  Because there is a scumbag at home, the Bo Xiao Devil has long been accustomed to this kind of sight.
  The atmosphere of one big and one small has never been harmonious. The undercurrents between each other are well known to each other.
  If it weren't for Mo Bei, Master Feng would not lie down so quietly. Just like before, he carried the back collar of the villain and threw it on the trash can.
  The thin little devil will not be as innocent and clever as it is now.
Mo Bei possessed himself, first raised Feng Nai's hand and looked at the red circle on his wrist. The sound quality was light: "You are not in good health. Don't press yourself like this in the future. It will not be easy to recover."
  Feng Nai is indeed different from ordinary people in terms of blood coagulation.
Only in the face of such demolition, his slender figure paused, looking at the face close at hand, slowly reducing the hostility in his eyes, not removing the poisonous tongue, and let Mo Bei put the ointment on him. The expression on his face also changed, and his eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.
  Who would have thought that Young Master Feng could have such a harmless time.
  You should know that he is a temperatureless snake, beautiful and dangerous, and even his teeth are stained with venom.
  The thin little devil raised his eyebrows beside him, truce also, and began systematic medical analysis.
Sitting for a long time will inevitably cause stiffness in the shoulder joints and some discomfort on the cervical spine. This is especially true for professional e-sports players. Age, state, and hand speed are just basics. Behind the glory, ordinary people cannot see. Repetitive training.
  This requires not only the patience of the players, but also the persistence of gritted teeth.
  After all, there is no occupation, there will only be glorious, no hard work.
  Usually professional teams will arrange rehabilitation specialists, especially when going overseas.
  It’s just that Mo Bei knew that with someone’s temperament, he would not like someone to touch him.
  When he was in Heiyan, after the extra training, he pulled the towel and walked to the second floor for aerobics.
He is like this most of the time. He doesn’t talk much, he likes to sleep, and he doesn’t even bother to open his eyes. But because he laughs at the sky and mocks, people often think that he can get the current honor because of his superior birth. With talent, he easily became the male of the whole people.
  But Mo Bei knew how he came over.
  In the ten months she left, Hei Yan couldn't get better.
  She read the messages at that time, and every one of them was an attack. He had the most traffic, and the more he had to bear.
  It is not too much to describe it as the darkest moment.
  But even in such an environment, he still used his own power to raise the ranking of the entire division. This is where the Milan final is now.
  He is worth it.
  (End of this chapter)