Feng Nai was still wearing a black mask on his face, and he deliberately avoided showing his face.

People who don't play games may not know how popular Feng Nai is.

If you have to describe it, it is probably not in the entertainment industry, but the number of fans is close to that of a first-line star.

So the way he goes out is different from ordinary people.

The suit is always covered with a black jacket with a hood.

Lone Gao is handsome, and that's probably what he said.

The assistant followed behind, also so that someone would recognize Feng Nai, after all, it was no better than the school outside.

In fact, usually, the players rarely go out.

Routine is one thing, and when you wake up, you don't have to compete and have a daily amount of training to complete.

Of course, there is also a certain amount of live broadcast time.

In terms of live broadcasts, Feng Nai has always been the most freewheeling, most of the time in the abuse and killing bureau, and how long he shows his face depends on his mood.

So there is one thing that his great god said is not wrong, it is rare to see King not excited, after all, young people nowadays play games.

He had to suppress the atmosphere next to him for a moment, so as not to be too conspicuous.

I have to say, there is nothing wrong with the assistant's idea.

If the person they want to meet, the premise is not Mobei.

The little grandmother let go of his brother's legs, and when he pushed open the glass door of the store, he could hear the wind chimes ringing.

Mo Bei, who was sitting by the window, was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, a light-colored windbreaker jacket, black hair and ink pupils, a large plaid scarf in British style, and the sleeves of his left arm were slightly rolled up, and he raised his eyes and looked towards the door.

At first glance.

Mo Bei didn't see Feng Nai.

Because only the little milk came in.

It's the next second.

The glass door was pushed open again.

A man in a long black coat walked in, obviously an ordinary style, but he wore it with an outstanding temperament.

The man was still wearing a black mask on his face, showing off a pair of deep eyes.

The high-speed rail station once, the group frame once, was blocked once.

After three contacts.

It was difficult for Mo Bei not to recognize the other party.

The coffee cup was changed to a hand, and the bottom of his eyes was obviously cold.

Feng Nai also saw the person he had been trying to get back to the field recently, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, turning his eyes sideways and fixing his gaze on the man's face.

The distance between the two people is not far.

Mo Bei could even see clearly the cold light in the man's eyes when he looked at her.

It's really inches.

Feng Nai is in the same mood.

How did I come across it today?

One day, he will be able to get the field back from this man.

The assistant was behind Feng Nai, and his face changed the second he came in.

How could this crooked man who likes to rub people's heat be here?

It shouldn't be the same as last time at the high-speed rail station.

Knowing the whereabouts of his great god, he came to squat in advance, right?

Just finished solving the matter on Weibo, and then saw the culprit.

The assistant's mood really wasn't much better.

He was thinking about whether to go up and find a reason to drive people away.

But then I think about it, this is a public place, and anyone can come.

I was even more angry.

Why is this Monan so ghostly!

Mo Bei came into contact with the assistant's sight, and the coffee cup changed hands again.

She was thinking if she really needed to fight in a moment.

How do she settle the little milk first?

I have to say that this point coincides with Feng Nai's thoughts.

It's just that Feng Nai never does it in front of his brother.

I'm planning to get the field back another day.

and when he will stride and sweep people by.

Like an unstoppable little tornado, Xiao Nanlin rushed to the other party's side, and shouted crisply: "Little brother!" ”