Chapter 857: Eight hundred and fifty-seven
Only this time, the chance to prove.
Mo Bei didn't reply to Feng Nai's message in the end.
Especially when it comes to times like these.
I won't touch my feelings.
The next day, when the assistant came in with the aunt to cook.
The first thing you see is the bowl of noodles on the computer table.
Then Mo Bei stood up and lowered his eyes slightly: "I'm sorry for you." ”
The assistant was just about to ask you if you had just gotten up, or if you hadn't slept yesterday, when I saw the young man pacing upstairs.
No need to ask, it must have been a night without sleep.
Otherwise, according to Monan's daily habits, it would be time to go out for a run at this point.
The national competition is about to begin.
Auntie is planning to boil some pork rib soup for these children at the base.
It's not an exaggeration to say that children are there.
After all, the oldest here is 20 years old.
Older than my aunt's son.
She looked up at the figure who had gone upstairs, thinking about bringing a glass of milk in.
When I walked to the door, I found that the doors were all half-covered.
And the boy was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, already asleep.
I guess I'm too tired to do this.
The aunt didn't make a sound, and when she wanted to step back and walk out, she ran into someone behind her.
It's Feng Nai, he looks like he has just taken a shower, his black hair is still a little damp, he is wearing linen-colored home clothes hanging on his body, his loose top, and his white collarbones can be seen.
"She hasn't gotten up yet?" It's not like someone's routine.
The aunt lowered her voice and said, "It's not that I didn't get up, I just fell asleep." ”
Just slept?
Feng Nai's eyebrows twisted slightly.
After yesterday's group training, she went down to practice again?
After Feng Nai's eyes deepened, he took the milk from his aunt's hand: "I'll send it in." ”
"Okay, okay." The aunt also knew who the captain of the base was: "I'll go down and make some soup." ”
Feng Nai let out a "hmm" and didn't say anything more, the door was closed casually when he came in.
Walked to the bed and looked down at the face that was slightly exposed on the edge of the pillow.
The thin, pale lips were the closest to him.
It's a pale color, but with a luster that makes you want to get closer......
Feng Nai put the milk on one side, half-bent down, his long legs were bent like that, one knee fell on the wooden floor, his slender hand gently cut Mo Bei's hair, a very light kiss, which would not be noticed by the sleeping person at all.
"You've never been so careless and you're not afraid of being discovered? Just sleep without closing the door. ”
Feng Nai's voice was also low, and he could clearly feel the alienation she was exuding.
Including yesterday's message, there was no reply to him.
Feng Nai is also very concerned.
He wondered what she was thinking.
But she never intended to tell him.
More than that.
Feng Nai also has to go to the company to set the lineup for the first battle in the country.
He finally glanced at Mo Bei again.
This time, when he went out, he didn't wear a battle uniform, a windbreaker, or cowhide boots, but because he wore a tie and gold-rimmed glasses, he had a commercial style for no reason.
There is a sentence that Yebing is right, the company has the company's measurement, and the first game of the national competition is Tuhai.
In this case, the company did not plan to let Mobei play south.
Public opinion is one thing, and more importantly, the other party must already be very familiar with Mo Nan's combat methods, after all, there is Lu Yifan on the other side, and the more this is the case, the more you have to avoid it, this is a tactical shortage.