Chapter 61: The Sixty-first God Helps

Chapter 61: God Helps
She wants to go.
He wants to come over.
The distance between two people is very close
I almost touched my shoulder.
If it wasn't for Mo Bei's side unconsciously, he would have run into it.
At this time, Feng Nai was copying his trousers pockets with both hands.
Mo Bei was unreasonable and planned to move on.
Feng Nai began to speak, with a very light voice: "The people downstairs are not in a pit. Just a meal can't change anyone's decision. Heiyan cares about whether you can fight."
Mo Bei raised his eyes, his face was still cold.
Feng Nai smiled, and there was not much warmth in his eyes: "I don't care what state you were in before. When Hei Yan comes, just do self-regulation."
Mo Bei did not refute this sentence because her state was really not right.
Including when she was playing games with Xiaomi, her operation had problems.
The practice is auxiliary, but mainly killing.
She has been affected by her brother's affairs.
However, she does not let such things affect her for too long.
Mo Bei didn't expect that she hadn't digested it yet, and Feng Nai would come forward with a shot.
After all, she also knew what Hei Yan would face if she continued to stay.
But when it came to him, it seemed that those things were not as important as she put a glance on his face.
For those who want to give up, never mention anything.
Only those who have no intention of giving up will ask such questions.
It seems that one sentence in the information is accurate.
King is the most esports player who can't guess what he's going to do next and is very poisonous.
Hei Yan can be distinguished from other teams because there is a leader here who is both a player and a coach.
Mo Bei's mood was very light: "I see."
The three words in the ear made Feng Nai look down. "You know the best."
Then Liaobu walked over.
Mo Bei also went into the bathroom and got the towel he wanted.
Basically both sides are telling themselves.
Even if it's not pleasing to the eye, you can't do it in the team apartment.
Since you can't do it, it doesn't make sense to look at your eyes.
In this way, the two of them spent the second night together in a night that was not very pleasant but not contradictory.
In this respect, Master Feng is still not used to it, and there is one more person in his room, and he goes back and forth to sleep very late.
Mo Bei slept as he did last time, only showing the light-colored side face, and the other places were tightly wrapped.
When Feng Nai got up at night, she saw that face again.
No matter how many nights, it is an idea.
When he was only asleep like him, he looked like he was 18 years old, and he was usually old-fashioned and had no expression on his face.
In the end, why didn't there be any psychological pressure to send the words "Momada" to Linkengkeng?
Such a problem is destined to be unsolved.
The only solution is.
The next day, it was not yet noon.
Feng Nai received a call.
He sat up with a mess of black hair on his face, his body exuding darkness.
That face was handsome and even smiling.
But this time the boss is the most dangerous.
This is something the whole team knows.
So no one dared to wake up at this point.
unless……
"Brother, have you gotten up yet? If you don't get up, you can sleep for a while."
(End of this chapter)