Chapter 1664: Mobei Fengnai

  Chapter 1664 Mo Bei Feng Nai
  Han Junxi thought of this, withdrawn his thoughts, and smiled again: "Ye Bing and the others are nearby, they will come here soon."
  
   Hearing this, Mo Bei put down the tablet, just about to speak.
  
"Coach Han?" It was Feng Nai. As soon as he got up from the seat, the laziness on his body was gone. Instead, his black eyes were full of oppression. He wore a battle uniform, his legs were slender, and the corners of his mouth. It seems to be cool.
  
  Han Junxi smiled: "It's me."
  
  Feng Nai could clearly see the unconcealed ambition from his face, a curled lip, and a dark mist in his eyes: "No trouble, she won't fight."
  
   "This..." Han Junxi looked sideways, looking at Mo Bei.
  
   Mo Bei looked cold, and met his gaze: "You wait."
  
   "Oh, good." Han Junxi still didn't understand when bey asked him to wait.
  
  I saw the iceberg in front of him pulling King's wrist.
  
  The two walked aside and went to whisper.
  
  Han Junxi looked at Zhao Sanpang with surprise.
  
Zhao Sanpang swept the neck of the person again: "I said, Old Han, you are unfamiliar, right? Come to me, how can you just talk about the game, come come, sit down, let me please You have tea!"
  
  Han Junxi almost broke his breath, a pair of short legs are still fluttering there: "I, I don't, no..."
  
"Don't refuse me, Old Han." Zhao Sanpang relaxed his strength and looked serious: "You have hurt our deep friendship for many years, and it will make me suspect that you are playing a small tactic. Yes, how can I rest assured that Xiao Budian will fight you? Are you right?"
  
  Han Junxi coughed twice and immediately denied: "I, I definitely don't have that idea!"
  
   "Hurt." Zhao Sanpang sat next to him: "I'll just make a joke, Han, what are you nervous about."
  
  Han Junxi became a guilty conscience, and sat up straight: "I'm not nervous, but I haven't breathed well."
   Mao Maoxiong and Teng Hui were listening, and glanced at each other.
  
  It’s really hard to breathe well.
  
  Fat Master, whoever presses his shoulders can get up.
  
   However, with such a hint, even with their IQ, they can guess the purpose of coaching from Country H this time.
  
  Not to mention the boss who disagreed with this game at the beginning.
  
  Mao Mao Xiong turned his head and looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
  
  Mo Bei was whispering something.
  
  Feng Nai’s slender figure leaned back, and the chill in her eyes seemed to be endless: "Ten games 1v1, don't you want your hands?"
  
   "Don't worry." Mo Bei lowered his eyes.
  
  Feng Nai's voice was faint: "I have nothing to worry about, it's not my hand."
  
Mo Bei knew that he was emotional, and he was not very good at coaxing people. The right hand hanging on one side grabbed it, then loosened it, and then grabbed his sleeve: "I won't let myself until I reach the finals. Any problems with your hands."
  
Feng Nai looked sideways, looking at the person who had never had any expression on his face, and then at the hand holding his sleeve. It was pale and powerful. When he clicked the mouse, he could even see the capillaries on the back of his hand and his whole body. There was a cold air from above and below.
  
   People who didn’t know thought she couldn’t pierce the tough rock.
  
  Actually...
  
   "Then bey should take care of herself." Feng Nai tugged her hand and placed it on her palm twice: "After all, this kind of hand that has no flesh, it can be broken with one break."
  
   After speaking, he lightened his eyes: "What is the exchange terms, let you play ten games 1v1."
  
  Mo Bei raised his eyes and looked at him, his black eyes were very bright: "The H country team will accompany us to play three team games."
  (End of this chapter)