Chapter 862: Eight hundred seventy one
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The eSports King’s Crush
- Warring Young Seven
- 581 characters
- 2021-01-29 06:25:06
Chapter 862: Eighty One Seventy One
The gold medal assistant watched the face of his chairman getting ugly.
Know that he is not good at speaking, otherwise how to lie about the chess lie just now.
He coughed heavily.
Of course, Feng Nai also knew that if he saw it well, he would take it: "Let grandpa play chess well, and when I finish the game, I will go back."
At this time, the gold medal assistant opened his mouth again: "Master, you wait! The chairman said that when you go to class later, don't go to sleep. Learn to take notes, read and read when you have time."
"Others?" Feng Nai's attitude was a bit loose. "Who are the others?"
The gold medal assistant coughed again and lowered his voice: "Master may refer to your teammate."
Feng Nai thought, and suddenly smiled: "My teammate? Assistant little brother? That's one of our middle school teachers who want to dig in. Fortunately, grandpa just asked me to take notes. She didn't let me learn cooking . "
Speaking of this, Mr. Feng really wanted to go back. For example, you guy has a face and said that he has sent so many people, really.
But it ’s all installed here, and I ca n’t jump out anymore.
They all suffered from being deprived of their identity.
Unlike Father Feng, Feng Nai's mood has improved a lot after hanging up the phone.
What he originally planned was, if the old man had any thoughts there.
He told someone about a girl and told the family first.
It looks like it's gone now.
I don't know if someone said something to the old man.
After he hung up.
Uncle Wang even sent a message over: "The chairman asked me to tell the young master that since they have reached the national competition, they will play hard and win a championship.
Feng Nai was somewhat surprised, and Grandpa Bi never talked to him about these things.
Thus.
Even if it can only lay down this year.
There is no regret.
Feng Na closed her eyes and looked at the snow outside the window.
Standing just like that, the white shirt was half open.
The light came in and hit him, and his abs was still loose, making him look like a painted figure.
When Mo Bei came in, holding the quilt sheets, he saw this scene.
There was a pause at her feet, inexplicably, as if moving in was not a good idea.
At the beginning, she thought it was not long, and the room had two beds, and she had slept before, and there would be no problem.
Now she finds that the influence of the words Lan Yan Wo Shui is indeed no small matter.
The heartbeat frequency is significantly faster than before.
She could even hear the idea from that restlessness.
Wanting to hug his waist from behind.
That kind of beauty is probably what anyone would yearn for.
This dusk made Mo Bei understand one thing.
She was indifferent when she saw him when she was new.
In the face of that increasingly evil face, she finally realized that what it was like to be in her heart.
Not completely throbbing, but with a little pain.
Probably because.
The timing is wrong.
Or maybe she lied too much to him.
These lie, once opened.
What would he think of her.
When Mo Bei thought of it, it was difficult to avoid feeling, but that face would not show anything.
Moreover, she never forgot what she was for.
Win in national competitions.
Only then can we prove something.
Whatever affects her mood, try to calm down.
As long as she can defend his throne for him ...
(End of this chapter)