Chapter 152 Looking for "Little Tits Pro" to Play a Game

After crossing those messages one by one.

Mo Bei transferred his finger page to the friends list.

Her name was set long ago to refuse to join.

There are few friends.

Some are just a great god.

But the last task is to play a competitive game with friends.

At the beginning, Mo Bei was thinking of adding a person.

None passed.

Due to time constraints, we cannot wait for the other party to pass.

Rather than get a needle in a haystack, let his brother come.

But with the live lesson just now.

Mo Bei paused when he opened his brother's head.

It is easy to recognize.

And her brother's number has been taken back by the club and can no longer be used.

Fans who know the account that usually do live broadcasts.

If you let anyone see that Mo Nan is lined up with the good boy.

It's really dangerous by then.

Thinking of this, Mo Bei pointed to pull down.

Suddenly, his eyes lighted.

I focused my eyes on the pinkest face.

Mo Bei turned his eyes and sent a voice: "" Xiao Niulin, are you there? "

I just went upstairs and was planning to go into the bathroom to wash a sweaty Feng Nai. After I noticed that the mobile phone in my trouser pocket was ringing, I casually opened the screen.

The light-colored eyes paused a little after seeing the nickname "Little Brother".

Forget it, boring anyway.

Feng Nai's slender fingers moved back and forth, as if typing: "My brother is here."

At the end of the word is also followed by a cute expression.

This is the norm when his brother is chatting.

Feng Nai looked at it, it was automatically displayed, and then sent it out.

As soon as Mo Bei saw the displayed message, it seemed that Xiaomi Lin Mengmeng appeared in front of her eyes, and she did not have so much alertness: "I need you to help me."

"What are you doing, little brother, let me tell you, I can help you with everything." Feng Na sneered after he said this, and took time to talk to Linkeng later, so that he would not have to They all talk like this, they are all tired of pretending,

Mo Bei's gaze fell on that reply, and after thinking about it, he said, "I will send you a game invitation, and you will play a competitive game with me."

"Is the younger brother taking me to fly again, so happy!" Feng Nai answered absently, the other hand had ripped off his white shirt: "However, the younger brother has to wait for a while, I want to wash first A bath. I went out to play just now and sweated. "

Mo Bei heard the words and looked up at the clock on the wall again: "How long can you be good?"

"Twenty minutes, is your little brother in a hurry?" Feng Nai's slender fingers moved, and the sharply lined collarbone was exposed, a bit of a ragged aura. Where did she look like calling her little brother?

Mo Bei gave a faint "um" and said nothing.

"Then I'll wash it quickly, try to come out sooner, and play with my brother." Feng Na put the phone on the marble glazed platform after saying this, his eyes paled.

He is thinking about whether to buy a cell phone for Linkeng Hang tomorrow.

Let him play his own number.

It's almost tempted.

It doesn't make sense to always pretend to be in a pit-like tone and talk to someone to play games.

The group of people in the provincial base really felt that he was in a sweet double row with whom.

The brain makes up a lot of things that are not ...

(End of this chapter)