Over there, Feng Nai and they are about to enter the live broadcast room, the temperature inside is too high, and it is always inconvenient to wear a coat.

After listening to the director's suggestion, Feng Nai looked around, his eyebrows a little twisted.

Then, he casually hooked his fingers.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, is this calling her?

"What—" she hadn't said yet.

A black coat was draped over his head, and the familiar smell of mint and tobacco came to his face, Mo Bei, what does this mean?

"Take it." The voice was light and light, as if he was chatting casually: "A newcomer should look like a newcomer, what do you say, little brother." ”

Mo Bei probably also knew that this person was unwilling because he couldn't find a place to go back.

In addition, in the team, except for her, everyone else has to enter the live broadcast room.

The valuator had to give her the coat as a last resort.

Otherwise, with his level of cleanliness, no one would be allowed to touch his clothes.

It's a miracle that such a person can live until now and be liked by thousands of girls.

Through the glass, Mo Bei's side was also quite hot, and after sitting down casually, she took off the mask so that she could see the progress.

Speaking of interviews, the host is the one who talks the most throughout the whole process.

Feng Nai can answer one word and will definitely not answer two words, with a lazy posture of when it will end.

The host is sweating on his forehead, this is a live broadcast!

In the position of Mobei, I can just see the host's embarrassed smile.

Well... She fully believes in someone's ability to talk to death.

After watching it for about three minutes, Mo Bei stood up with his coat in his arms, just about to buy a bottle of water.

An exclamation came from behind him: "Brother Monan, why are you here?" ”

The voice was not loud, and even had a natural squeamishness, but it made Mo Bei stunned.

Because it's no one else who will call her brother like that.

It's the girlfriend her brother once wanted to bring home, Yang Mengruo.

Mo Bei turned his eyes to a network anchor who cosplayed a game character, she was wearing light makeup and looked very beautiful, but when she opened her mouth, she wanted to convict people: "You won't be the same as last time, who do you want to rub off onto?" ”

Mo Bei didn't speak, she was thinking about what her brother had experienced outside before she came home in that embarrassed manner.

It's not just a hand injury.

There may also be the betrayal of those closest to you.

After all, no girlfriend, even an ex-girlfriend, will not say it casually in public.

Although her brother was a little sluggish, he was not stupid.

Mo Bei clearly remembered that when his brother was still on fire, Yang Mengruo called and cried: "Brother Mo Nan, what should I do?" My popularity is not rising at all, and if it goes on like this, the company will definitely fire me, can you please help me, no need to advertise anything, as long as I live broadcast, just come in and play the game. ”

Her brother didn't refuse.

Mo Bei knows her brother, and her wish since childhood is to marry a daughter-in-law and go home.

How could he refuse his girlfriend.

However, the result was that his brother's help did not come in exchange for kindness, but a backbite, even a bloody backbite.

"Rub the heat? Rubbing whose heat? Mo Bei's voice is very light, and the color of his eyes is the same.

The girl seemed to hate iron and steel: "Brother Monan, we've known each other for a year, what are you like now, the whole circle knows that the team doesn't want you anymore, how can you appear here?" It's clear that you just want to rub the heat, you can go now, and you can save some face for yourself. ”