Feng Nai said that it was not fake to go buy cookies, but he didn't take the rest of the people with him, so he took a wallet.

The wallet was lost to Mo Bei, and the things were also picked by Mo Bei.

Feng Dashao can't be good at buying vegetables and fruits.

Originally, such a thing as buying vegetables didn't sound like Mo Bei's temperament.

But when the clear figure stood there, holding the tomatoes with slender fingers for comparison, there was nothing that could not be matched, and wherever he stood was the scenery, which attracted many people.

"Two boys in the vegetable section?"

"We're all wearing masks, but I feel so handsome."

"I like the little brother who picks vegetables, it's the first time I've seen someone pick vegetables, and it's so good-looking."

Feng Nai listened to the sound next to him, and his eyes also looked towards the person in front of him, the black hair, the exposed eyes, it was indeed ...... Pretty.

Mo Bei put the celery in the shopping cart, planning to wait for the hand injury in the past two days to heal, and then wrap some wontons to make supper leftovers.

When he raised his hand, he accidentally got too high, and something small stuck on the forehead of a certain god.

Feng Nai was casually playing with his phone, a little absent-minded, I don't know if it was because he was waiting for news, and he didn't notice.

Mo Bei directly stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on his forehead.

Feng Nai's lowered eyes suddenly paused, and then, taking a step back, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Mo Bei was cold every day, and spread out his left hand to let him see what he had brought down.

Feng Nai picked up the corner of his eye, full of mockery: "Don't always want to take advantage of your hands and feet to assist the little brother." ”

Mobei: ......

Feng Nai smiled, full of demons, and poked his finger back: "Very helpless? ”

Mo Bei raised his eyes and didn't speak, just know it.

The people standing next to them have dropped all the dishes in their hands, how should they describe it, looking at the two boys, you poke my forehead, I poke your face?

Everyone else is here to buy groceries, so I'm afraid they're here to do something else......

However, the relationship between the two is really good now.

You can see it when you're in the car.

The increase in the frequency of small talk is not without warning.

The best relationship is to be equal.

Neither of the two of them was convinced of the other.

There is no winner in a fight.

In terms of academic performance, there is one person who is better than himself.

This was originally something that Feng Nai found quite interesting.

Such two people, after getting in touch, will naturally get acquainted faster than others.

I met in the game a long time ago.

When you talk about it, you won't get bored.

Treat each other as friends and gradually become brothers.

It's also time to understand Mo Bei's differential treatment of Feng Dashao, and not everyone can let her take a nickname.

After all, it's someone who wanted to have a fight in the game......

Mo Bei stretched out his hand and threw things into the shopping cart.

Feng Nai swiped the message on his phone, glanced at it, and then said: "Chili." ”

"Don't buy it." When Mo Bei said these two words, his mood was still light.

Feng Nai squinted and was about to speak again.

Mo Bei tilted his eyes: "People who are not in good health should eat less spicy." ”

Feng Nai smiled: "When did I feel bad?" ”

Mo Bei: "It's easy to catch a cold. ”

Feng Nai couldn't refute it.

Mo Bei: "Easy to have a fever. ”

There is still no way to refute it, it is indeed sick, even if Feng Dashao's aura is cold and strong, physical fitness is another matter.

"Picky eater." Mo Bei tilted his eyes, thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and asked Feng Nai to look at the screen.

It was an emoji made from his picture, which read: "Xiao Kana doesn't eat coriander, take it off!" “