Chapter 371: Third White Seventy One Nai Trial Everywhere

Feng Yi's face still smiled: "Oh? It seems that I misunderstood your nephew. It turns out that you are also the kind of friend who loves players."
Feng Nai is casual and even lazy: "Of course I am, the friend is still the new one you want to bring, and the uncle should know him."
"Who?" Feng Yi saw Zhaozhao Zhao: "The person I brought? I saw the name, but Hei Yan said Mo Bei Xiangnan. People haven't seen it yet."
Feng Nai's eyes drew a awn, then, the beautiful jaw lifted up, the clear arc, don't have a deep meaning: "People are there."
Feng Yi then looked back, and the sight really fell on Mo Bei's body. He pushed his fingers against the gold-rimmed glasses and pushed up.
The other hand stretched out, and the business fan who did not change: "Mo north to south?"
"I am." Mo Bei also extended his hand, his fingers were white and slender, and his words were still small.
It was like they were meeting for the first time.
While the order is running out, no one is redundant.
Later, Feng Yi's mouth ticked again, and the smile slowly: "I will be your agent in the future."
Mo Bei's voice was unclear: "Please advise."
Feng Nai stood beside that, and continued to look at the two people in front of her.
Very polite but indifferent.
It seems that he thinks too much.
Feng Nai paced, approached someone, and then whispered, "Don't you know who he is?"
Mo Bei shook his head unchanged.
Feng Nai's mouth was very slow and slowly hooked up: "You are a fan of Imperial League, do not know who he is, would it be a bit fake?"
Mo Bei was caught off guard Feng Nai's eyes, and those beautiful eyes had layers of temptations.
She knew she was trying to control her emotions.
Not suitable for speaking more.
That sentence just now did not think a bit.
Uncle Feng has been cooperating with her.
It can never be in the last level, all the previous ones are void.
"I've watched a lot of imperial league games without him." Mo Bei didn't answer the question, and brought out a little sense of contrast: "Why fake?"
Some high-cold people, once they do n’t understand one thing, do make people feel a bit adorable.
Feng Nai, who didn't speak out, chuckled: "It seems that the exam is good, does not mean smart. Did you forget this little brother, I said during the live broadcast that the agent of Imperial League is me uncle."
Mo Bei reacted at this time, and the black eyelashes moved slightly, as if he couldn't believe it: "He is ..."
Feng Nai hasn't seen anyone look like this. Even the little brother Linkengkeng is still aloof even if he is surprised. He doesn't have many expressions, which is really interesting.
But if he behaves too fiercely, it will be false, after all, the character of this person is here.
Mo Bei had learned the psychology of introduction before, but sometimes he could not see Feng Nai because it was the kind of laziness and clearness no matter what he was thinking.
It's like it's nothing to do with temptation everywhere.
How long the secret can be kept, she is not sure.
But she must continue to participate.
Mo Bei moved his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Feng Yi's body.
With a reason given to her by a great god.
She can also take a good look at Uncle Feng.
However, I haven't waited for Mo Bei's eyes for too long.
Feng Nai, wearing a uniform, copied his trousers backhand and blocked it in front of him, with a careless voice: "Is there such a powder?"
(End of this chapter)