"People who could even cut off my custom anklet equipment ten months ago are now staying wherever they want to go, including the rest room here, right?"

When he said the last sentence, Feng Nai's eyes had no temperature.

It was hard for him not to talk like that when he thought of that possibility, like the previous ten months, when he woke up there were no more people and everything was empty.

Mo Bei heard his uneasiness under the coldness, stirred the white porcelain bowl, and his handsome face was a little bookish in the morning light.

She turned her face sideways, pushed the white porcelain bowl, and under her black eyelashes were light-colored eyes: "Eat breakfast first, and we'll talk after eating." “

In other words, Mo Bei's bowl of tofu brain oil strips was soaked for Feng Nai.

He likes to eat fritters like this, but he thinks it's too childish to eat like this, so no one knows about it except the old man.

So when someone pushed the white porcelain bowl towards him, Feng Nai didn't continue to laugh, sat next to her, tied his shirt with one hand, and didn't say that he would eat or not eat, and the whole person was still full of moisture, and he was even more abstinent.

Mo Bei has always dealt with him, and when he picks up disposable bamboo chopsticks, he has to take the bowl back.

Feng Nai took a step ahead of her and held her hand, and then, without saying a word, ate it.

As a graduate of a chef's technical school, it is also a sense of accomplishment to watch the people you like eat the food you have fed.

Feng Nai's eating appearance has always been Sven, and even so, it can be seen that he really likes it.

It's just that the fritters soaked in the bowl can't be eaten at all, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei took the bowl in his hand and replaced it with a bowl of millet porridge: "You can only eat one fritters." ”

Feng Nai didn't listen to her.

Mo Bei put down the wooden chopsticks, and his eyes fell.

Feng Nai didn't know why his hand stopped, probably he would get used to pretending to be milky, otherwise according to the current situation, he didn't need to be like before, he had to listen to whatever she said.

But even his body was used to "obedience", and as soon as her eyes came, he automatically stopped.

Feng Nai wrung his eyebrows, he couldn't go on like this.

However, thinking like this, her hand did not move again, but under her increasingly cold gaze, she didn't know when she would take it back.

Feng Nai's brows furrowed even tighter, what is his situation, afraid of her?

It's a fantasy.

Before he could say anything.

Mo Bei had already dug up a big bun with bamboo chopsticks, went to the stuffing and put it in his empty dish with only the skin, seeing that he didn't move, he picked it up again and touched his lips: "You have a bad stomach, it's still light in the morning." ”

Feng Nai is a notoriously picky eater, liking steamed buns but not stuffing.

But he would never say such a thing, he would just stop eating it because it was too troublesome to eat.

Linkeng also hates to eat stuffing, that guy is thick-skinned, and he will hold someone's long legs for this kind of thing.

When they were still living together, Feng Nai saw that someone patiently picked out all the stuffing, and would take it with one hand to feed his brother, and the crippled person in the pit pit even had to be fed with a bun, and his approach at that time was just to take his brother out of Heiyan and put him in the car, and let Lao Wang take him where he should go back.

And didn't say that he also likes...

Feng Nai took a posture and took a bite of the bun in her hand with low eyes: "How do you know, I like to eat like this?" ”

Mo Bei narrated without expression: "Once I was feeding my little milk before eating, you kept looking at me pitifully, as if to say, I want to eat too, why do you only feed him and not me." ”