Feng Nai didn't know that the company's gossip would make someone feel like he needed to be straightened.

At the conference table, he was handcuffed with one hand, holding a pen in the other, his white wrist was bent and a small wrist bone protruded, his shirt was much flatter than before, and his handsome side face could see the edges of his gold-rimmed chained glasses, everything was soaked in light, noble and ascetic.

At work, he is not the same as usual, but his wrists are still handcuffed, which makes it even more difficult to remove from his body.

When I went to a nightclub before, what Young Master Jin said was still pertinent.

"My brother Nai is like this, not only recruiting women, but also recruiting men, you look at those twists on the dance floor, which one doesn't look this way, Brother Nai, you listen to me, that's right, it doesn't matter if that guy is straight, you can get it if you sleep once."

At that time, Mo Bei is identity as a girl had not been disclosed, and with ideas like this, Young Master Jin did not miss it, and he also took Feng Nai to a special bar to see, and he did see a bunch of people who wanted to contact him, and he was also seen by the company, but Feng Nai didn't take it seriously.

So there is no wind and no waves, and the gossip information of the girls is also a little bit based, although the route is off.

It was very quiet in the conference room, and this was what Mo Bei saw when he came in.

He paused at his feet, and did not continue to walk, but only against his back, and his eyes did not move away after falling on him.

It is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Mo Bei somewhat understands the reason why there are too many good-looking fans among his male fans.

It's dangerous, though.

Male fans usually only look at the technology, and they like his face...

Mo Beiwei wrinkled his eyebrows.

Being looked at by her like this, it was impossible for Feng Nai not to notice it, put down the pen, raised his eyes and smiled: "Good-looking? ”

Mo Bei knew what he was asking: "Hmm. With a sigh, he paced over.

Feng Nai is in a particularly good mood today, which the whole company knows, but I don't know what he looks like in the office.

For example, as soon as he put down the pen, he leaned on Mo Bei, who was opening the lunch box, and said in a low voice: "Lost a bunch of work to me, and I have been signing since you went out." ”

After Mo Bei heard his words, he turned sideways and snorted his head: "Good." ”

Feng Nai is used, but this obedient word is suitable for him?

Feng Nai bent the corners of his mouth, the evil spirit of the demon, especially in the office environment, is naturally strong, whether it is from the aura or from his face, he does not look like a little milk dog.

But this did not prevent Mo Bei from raising him as a little milk dog.

After all, Feng Nai is also good at pretending, saying: "The food in the company restaurant is not delicious, I don't want to eat it." ”

took the opportunity to bury her face in Mo Bei's neck socket again, thinking of her afternoon game, and then looking at the color that had faded, Feng Nai's eyes deepened, and he bit lightly again, but this time the strength was a little heavier.

Mo Bei also felt it, thinking that he was hungry and picky, so he let him go.

It wasn't until the heat was getting higher and higher that she pulled him away: "You..."

"I can't help it." Feng Nai's eyes were deep, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and under his glasses was Sven: "Our bey god doesn't think that after you say something like that, I will not be affected, right?" ”

As he spoke, his breath followed and hit her behind the ear: "I will think more, after all, you are by my side, and you should not come in the future, which will affect my work efficiency." ”