"He? Who? "The psychiatrist wanted to capture something.

Feng Nai swiped his fingers: "The medicine you prescribed is good to use as a prop." ”

Prop? Even the psychiatrist couldn't understand the relationship for a while, and was about to ask more.

Feng Nai opened his mouth to interrupt his thoughts: "I heard that every time you see me, you will go to the old man and ask for a three-day rest for mental recovery. ”

Psychiatrist:......... It's not because you're twisted, I don't even know how to do it!

"You can rest today." Feng Nai grabbed his trouser pocket with one hand, raised his eyes to look at the rest room, and the figure reflected in the frosted glass made him hook his thin lips: "I really want to do something, you can't stop me." ”

The psychiatrist looked at the phone he hung up, his skull hurt, and he didn't know how to give back to the old man, so he could only say the same thing.

After hearing this, Old Man Feng asked, "From your major, has he improved or deteriorated?" ”

The psychiatrist paused: "It's hard to say." ”

But there is one thing he understands, the eldest young man of the Feng family has always known what he is planning, for such a long time, it is just to make the old man feel at ease before he cooperates with the treatment, but such a preventive treatment will not have any effect at all.

After all, it's natural paranoia.

After thinking of this, the psychiatrist said: "You said before that the cause of his illness this time was because of a girl, and now that this girl is back, some moods will also be broken, the young master is so obsessed with a person, he may make extreme behaviors, if the other party is afraid and wants to escape, the young master will also perceive, the young master has always been smart, so far, I can't even decipher what he looks like, it is difficult to give you a satisfactory answer." ”

"I know my own grandson, I don't blame you." Old Man Feng has always been calm, otherwise it would be impossible to support the entire Feng family.

This old man, the proudest thing is that he has a grandson who can pass on his career philosophy.

But in the same way, he is most relieved that he is his grandson.

Before, he had nothing in his eyes.

Now he is only one person in his eyes, he doesn't know how to like it, except for disguise, he rarely has a true temperament, what Old Man Feng is afraid of is that he will fall into his own world and be cocooned and bound to himself.

The psychiatrist understood his worries and said: "Do you want to do something in advance, if that girl is for money, it's easy to say, it's easy to keep someone in the Feng family, but the person who can make the young master take a fancy to him, I don't think he cares about these, she is a kind and rare good girl, but such a person, if the young master feels bored one day, he will destroy the person himself, just like you said that he dismantled the toy when he was a child." ”

Old Man Feng is also most relieved about this, because no one knows when his interest will disappear.

"Is there a specific treatment?" Old Man Feng stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows: "I will let him cooperate." ”

The psychiatrist paused, and then said: "The young master has always cooperated in treatment, but in his opinion, it is estimated that even talking to me is a game, he is very clear, I asked him for the purpose of every sentence, and also debunked my psychological hints, now the only way is to let that girl cooperate with his treatment, but such a disease, with all due respect, even the family will be afraid, that girl is too kind, she will definitely not be able to accept this kind of darkness, or she will show sympathy when the time comes, it is possible to ......"

"Beibei will not." Old Man Feng interrupted him: "That kid, I have confidence. ”

The psychiatrist was stunned, after all, as far as he knew, the other party was just a girl who had just turned 19 years old, so would he let Old Man Feng trust him so much?

Of course, there is also a possibility that the wealthy family will not take other people's wishes seriously.

But because the other party is an old man Feng, the psychiatrist is more inclined to the former: "Then I'll start arranging it immediately." ”

I just hope that girl, not too kind.

Otherwise, it won't hold on at all.

Obviously, there will always be many people who have misunderstandings about Mobei.

She is indeed gentle and forbearant enough, but pure white kindness?

No way.

Along the way, the scars have not yet healed, how can there be only kindness.

After changing her clothes, she put away her phone, and when she came out again, the scimitar was already back on her body.

Some words, she didn't see it.

Someone said: "Mo Nan and Mo Bei, a pair of brothers and sisters, should not appear on the field anymore, there are so many scenes, it is long overdue to let Wan Ye govern them." ”

Another person said: "This time, Mo Nan will play a few kills again, and I am also looking forward to it." ”

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his slender fingers ran through the buttons of his shirt, buttoned the cuffs, and when he came out again, he was already in a clear body.

I'm afraid that there is no one in the world who is more suitable for wearing a white shirt than Mo Bei.

It's not feminine at all, and it's not too rigid, but there are bandit gentlemen, stained with the frost of early winter.

This kind of her made Feng Nai's eyes deeper, and a faint anger emerged.

Mo Bei stopped moving, turned sideways, and looked at him.

Before Feng Nai could restrain her floating violence, she had already taken his hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's time to drink medicine?" ”

Drink medicine?

He'd never even tasted it.

Mo Bei also noticed his impatience, deducted a medicine out of his hand, then lowered his head and bit it, and then raised his left hand and pressed the back of the person's neck to send the medicine over.

This series of actions, Mo Bei did it quickly, just feeding a medicine neatly, and did not forget to take out the sugar in his pocket, unwrap the candy paper, and stuff it into his mouth.

Feng Nai lost his temper the moment he was coaxed by that candy.

The mint taste, only the tip of the tongue is a little sweet, and there is still a faint cold air of the man.

This made the anger in Feng Nai's eyes dissipate a lot, and he returned to the harmless appearance of humans and animals, and his eyes were lazy like a wisp of morning mist that had not yet dissipated: "Where did you learn the trick?" ”

Learn? Mo Bei held his wrist, and his voice was faint: "You don't have to learn to take medicine." ”

"Oh?" Feng Nai's tongue is against the sugar, Sven is a scum, and the pair of gold-rimmed glasses with chains really makes his appearance more competent.

Mo Bei looked like it, and reached out to stroke his messy black hair.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, a certain young lady is really getting better and better, is he touching him like that stupid Satsuma?

"Is your hair growing?" When Mo Bei saw him at the high-speed rail station, he wanted to ask this.

Feng Nai didn't care: "Probably." ”

People who look good with long faces really don't pick hairstyles.

Mo Bei thought about it, and was about to withdraw his hand.

Feng Nai held her again: "I see that your hair is almost as long, and when you played yesterday, you didn't cover your eyes?" ”

"Sort of." Indeed, when you bow your head, you will be affected.

Feng Nai looked at her frowning and smiled suddenly.

Someone will always show their emotions for some irregular little things, and it is really a little old-fashioned.

"Laughing at what?" Just when Mo Bei asked this sentence.

Feng Nai had already raised his hand: "Turn around." ”

"Huh?" Although Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he did what he said, after all, Senior Lin said that there are some things that need to be done with grace.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the top of her head, obviously doing something he was not very good at.

What Mo Bei could feel was that his hair was pulled up.

"It's not long enough." Feng Nai's hand fell back.

Mo Bei looked at the thing in his hand, the black hair rope, she took it and tied it at random, with a handsome look in the ointment: "So?" ”

Feng Nai looked at her and spit out two words in a half-loud voice: "Picked." ”

Mo Bei didn't plan to listen to him this time, after all, it was indeed more convenient to tie up.

Feng Nai regretted it a little, someone looked like this, he didn't want a second person besides him to see it at all.

But as we all know, what Mo Bei believes can always coax people in the end.

What's more, Bo Xiao Devil and Linkeng Pit are back, Feng Nai wants to be a demon, and he has to wait for everyone.

Still, that's okay.

Feng Nai stood in place, his eyes flickering, he waited until the game was over, she handed herself to him, and when the time came, whatever he wanted to do, he could.

But before that, there are still a few things to deal with.

Feng Nai slid open the mobile phone page, and only one message was displayed on it: "The market value of the Xu family has begun to fall, and everything is continuing according to what the young master said." ”

After reading it, Feng Nai only replied: "Give me evidence of the other people's match-fixing, the sooner the better." ”

"Xu Yiwan has a high sense of precaution in this regard, she is meeting and talking with people, and we are also looking for a breakthrough." It's not a matter of strength, but no one is willing to admit that they are playing fake matches, no matter how much money they make, it's useless, and public opinion, they can't influence it, some people always try to beat Miss Mo down, which doesn't even have anything to do with Xu Yiwan, but people usually like to dig up black material and find flaws, because in their minds, they can't beat the bey in the field of Zuo, and they don't deserve to be called gods at all, let alone say that they are the successors of the former Imperial League, this is rubbing the heat, they like the Imperial League, It doesn't mean that they like bey, or even feel disgusted.

These are not black, they are naturally generated emotions.

But this kind of emotion, when it spreads, it will become a whirlpool.

They don't say it, it's because they're worried about what the boss will do.

It is impossible for Feng Nai not to know, and at the same time, he also understands that since he knows, it means that everyone who participates in the competition knows.

Indeed it is.

The selected professional players will take a designated bus to the venue.

Before stepping on the bus, a person walked over and hit Mo Nan viciously as if he had not intentionally hit him.

Mo Nan had a pair of black headphones around his neck, and he was suddenly hit on the shoulder like this, and the document he was holding in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"The response was pretty fast." The man glanced at him: "The finals are really getting more and more casual, people like you can still be selected, I hope you can react faster on the field, don't hold me back, I can be the one who wants to qualify." ”

Mo Nan also understood when he heard what he meant, this person would be on the same team as him, with such teammates, let him stand there and not see what he was thinking.

Until someone spoke: "Don't talk nonsense about our Mo Nan, he is covered by a bey god, who let him have a good sister." ”

"Bey God? Oh, what is it all about, that support is also a formation made by the Feng family, you can see if you look at the message, the former Imperial League fans are die-hard and will like her, and the rest of them admit that she is the emperor......"

Before the man could finish.

Mo Nan, who had not said a word, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's collar, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was very similar to when he was in the first middle school, ruffian and arrogant: "You said I could, said my sister?" Which of you here is eligible? ”

"You want to do it?" The man's face was full of acne, and his mouth was crooked: "Everyone is watching, he wants to beat me, remember to record it and post it on the Internet, and let the children who have confidence in him see clearly that their southern gods, what they say have changed, are actually still so irritable and don't take the competition system seriously." ”

Mo Nan looked at him and smiled slowly suddenly: "That's it." ”

What's all there is to it?

The man hadn't figured it out yet.

Mo Nan let go of his collar and was lukewarm: "Sometimes, as long as you think that someone like you is playing professionally, it makes people don't want to touch the game anymore, but fortunately, it's only a part." ”

He has nothing to regret.

Meet the team you're staying with now.

I've also seen how Black Flame is to the North.

Even in the afternoon, he can fight side by side with small facial paralysis.

Thinking about it from another angle, he, as an elder brother, can finally protect her once.

With such teammates, the afternoon game will not be easy.

What is the situation of her hand, Mo Nan watched so many videos yesterday, and it is impossible not to guess that she will not be like that in her healed state.

What the peak is not the peak.

People only know that when she debuted, she was invincible as an assassin.

But no one knew that after the dissolution of the Imperial League, she really began to cultivate.

When she went to Milan, she was constantly learning, from tactics to hero equipment, she did a lot of research.

Mo Nan has read the information she brought back, and she is even more terrifying when all heroes are good at her.

Yesterday, it was because her right hand restricted her play.

Thinking of this, Monan put on the headphones, got into the car with both hands in his coat pockets, and blocked all the sound outside.

When those two people saw him like this, they were still laughing, but in front of people it was a different matter.

Monan has long been disinterested in this, and he will not be angry.

More than these, he wanted to know, if it was not healed, how serious was his sister's hand?

It's not that he didn't send a message to the managing grandfather.

But managing grandpa's reply is just to let him play today's game first.

Mo Nan looks evil and fiery on the surface, but in fact, he is very delicate when it comes to everything related to the north...

The more he didn't answer directly, the more complicated it became, or his sister didn't want him to know that her hand was hurting.

Because his hand was also hurt?

Mo Nan looked sideways and looked out the window.

The car has already driven and will soon be at the place of the race.

Because I know better than anyone what it means to lose a game.

He can lose, but he is said to be 0 kills and 6 deaths, and he collapses in 7 minutes.

But his sister can't.

What he has experienced, he will never let her go through it again!