Chapter 230: Close Contact

It was originally intended to laugh at him.

But when I saw the cold boy standing in front of his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, even his voice was weak: "Thank you Captain for helping me speak."

Feng Nai paused for a moment, even with light-colored eyes, and his eyes fell on the hand on his right. How could he laugh at it?

The reporter interviewed also saw this scene and whispered to the people next to him: "I really did not expect that the relationship between God K and Mo Beixiang South is so good."

Listening to the words behind him, Feng Nai's hand that he wanted to throw away had to be retracted.

Let someone walk forward on his shoulders.

It's just that there will be some internal disagreements.

It's really annoying.

Feng Nai's face is still beautiful, casual, and a little lazy and expensive.

When he came to the corner, Feng Nai stopped and glanced at someone's hand on his shoulder.

Mo Bei also followed his gaze, no emotion on his face.

Feng Nai opened his mouth and said slowly: "This auxiliary brother, thank you for saying yes, what's the matter of taking my shoulder?"

"The expressions of men are all the same." Mo Bei's face was indifferent: "You haven't caught the neck of cats and cats before, the same emotion."

Feng Nai grabbed his trousers bag with one hand and raised his eyebrows: "You can't see any emotions on your face." What kind of expression between men, Lin Kengkeng is learning from him?

Thinking of this, Feng Nai smiled slightly, "Why don't you take my neck?"

"Not beautiful." Mo Bei still said little.

Feng Nai heard that she simply stopped talking, and started directly, wrapping one's neck with one hand, like pressing Mo Bei's entire body into her arms: "Is this beautiful?"

Mo Bei was a little bit caught off guard, the black broken hair was messed up, and his breath was a little mixed: "Well."

Feng Nai looked at the man who was wrapped around his neck. He had white porcelain skin, just like milk, and it felt very soft and soft, completely different from cats and bears.

Probably because the face was too cold, and at this time it was close, and it was under its own control.

That's how it feels.

Feng Nai looked at the collarbone that was looming from the uniform due to the pull. Before the eyes became deeper, he looked away, and even closed it with his hands, and copied it back into his pants pocket.

"Did you play it on purpose before?"

Mo Bei zips up his uniform, his voice is still light: "What's the intention?"

"Follow me, look like you want me to protect you." Feng Nai's taunting skills came up again: "Don't you say you're not cute?"

Mo Bei lifted his eyes, and Gao Leng didn't change: "I was just playing the assistant at that time, and I was not very familiar with the passers-by bureau. Following you, I was practicing Nakano linkage to see if the play was suitable.

"Really?" Feng Nai casually said, "Should I also explain why you have grown so strong from such a dish?"

The left hand under Mo Bei ’s uniform paused, and then said, “Practice more.”

Feng Nai took a step forward: "Your consciousness and position, you also practiced the overall calculation?"

"No." Mo Bei's mood remained the same: "It was related to my assassination of the guest before, how much I can predict the other party's actions."

Mo Nan used to play assassin.

Feng Nai glanced back: "Since you can play assist, why not play in the previous team, try this play."

"The previous team ..." With that said, Mo Bei paused: "I don't need me, no matter what position I play."

(End of this chapter)