Chapter 943: 925th sweet

Chapter 943: Sweet
Mo Bei itself has a kind of cold air field.
When doing this action, there is no slightest femininity.
This is why when the waiter saw that scene, he thought Mo Bei was doing something to Feng Nai.
At this time, Feng Nai, who was holding the waist rod, raised her one hand, pressed her fist against her lips, and smiled gently: "Did it finally start?"
Start?
Did she start her wine?
Mo Bei guessed without a look.
Combine the two's current posture.
I just want to sigh.
No wonder her master told her not to drink casually when she was outside.
It turned out that after she was drunk, did she like tatty people so much?
That's why he was not surprised at all.
Instead, there was a touch of play in those eyes.
Mo Bei watched as the man got closer to her.
The smile in his ear made her miss a beat with a heartbeat.
Mo Bei did not want to take advantage of him.
"If you don't start again, I almost think you're pretending to be drunk."
The in-ear voice rose slightly, as if sweeping through something.
Mo Bei didn't speak. She knew that to know how much he knew about her, today was the best time.
Feng Nai casually said, "However, this little brother, how long will you hold me, eh?"
After Mo Bei heard this sentence, he had to let go.
But from the perspective of behavioral analysis, if you really like to hold people after being drunk, then it is certain that what others say will not stop there.
Mo Bei was about to leave his hand around his waist and press it back again.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly deepened, as if there was something, and he was about to emerge from it.
"It's not impossible to hold, as long as you tell me, why did you play that way today in Longkeng, or do you actually mean bey?"
Feng Nai's voice disappeared from the former laziness, but the end was a husky: "Why not speak?"
Mo Bei narrowed his eyes, his eyes were still a little slack.
Feng Nai's thin lips slightly hook, reversing the appearance of beings.
(End of this chapter)