Chapter 350:

Chapter 350
To make myself ignore the breath that hit her on the shoulder.
What Mo Bei can do is look at the TV in front and try not to think about it.
But the existence of a certain is indeed very strong.
Even when approaching, you can smell the mint scent that is different from yourself.
If cats and bears are okay at this time, at least they can divert their attention.
There are only two of them in the base.
The others should have not yet returned.
Mo Bei turned her face to prevent Feng Nai from seeing anything.
This is probably one of the benefits of facial paralysis.
There is really no expression.
However, when standing like Mo Bei, because of the cold and indifferent temperament, and wearing a white T-shirt, there is always a feeling of a gangster like a jade.
Feng Nai sometimes finds it interesting. Except when playing a game, the little brother Lin Kengkeng looks like a modern man, and at other times, he really looks like a white boy in ancient times.
Even the taste on his body is not like other boys.
Probably the reason why the shampoo smells too good.
Feng Nai got closer when she sprayed her medicine.
Mo Bei moved subconsciously, and touched the tip of his nose with a light touch.
From Mo Bei's point of view, it is not noticeable at all.
But such contact made Feng Nai's hand pause.
Feng Nai's eyes were low. Looking at the people in front of her eyes, the color of the eyes seemed to have changed.
Mo Bei realized his pause and wanted to turn around.
But the man held his left shoulder, and his voice was casual: "This auxiliary little brother, are you okay to move? You met me."
Mo Bei heard the ridicule inside and returned to his original position.
Feng Nai looked at the side of Qing Qing's face, and then she began to raise her hands and sprayed a layer of medicine on the other side of the other person's back shoulder. It just said, "It doesn't seem to be relieved, and the bruise has not turned black. Don't let me do it today See you make up exercises. "
"I haven't done the new upgrade." Mo Bei's voice remained.
She is talking about the regular training of each professional player.
Use the new number to match passers-by, no matter what role you play, you must take the whole field and then score.
Dividing into high-end mid-end low-end rounds is to train more resilience, so that it can be sufficient to deal with various situations that occur during the game, and what can be encountered, you can calmly analyze and win with experience.
Feng Nai snorted: "After finishing, you will not have to play tomorrow, do you not want to have hands?"
This time, Mo Bei did not insist: "I see."
The injury was indeed worse than she thought.
Taking a day off will also help the game.
But in Feng Nai's opinion, the bruise was still annoying.
After spraying the medicine this time, it was not Mo Bei's collar, but Feng Nai pulled it back, but when his fingers were up, he touched Mo Bei's neck, stopped for a moment, and then put his hand back.
When Mo Bei was met, his thoughts paused, and he was worried about what he would notice.
The man's hand fell on the side of her neck again, as if she had found something interesting, and her fingertips poked there, with a light force, and her voice couldn't hear anything: "Are you all over your body? such?"
Mo Bei only felt that the two were too close, and sideways avoided him: "What?"
"Slip." After Feng Nai said a word, he copied his hands into the pants pocket again, and still looked careless.
(End of this chapter)