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"You bastard, you say it again." Old Man Feng narrowed his eyes, and wanted to pick up a cane to beat someone.

Mo Bei, who came out of the room, was faster than him.

Sideways grasped Feng Nai's wrist, dragged the person behind him, and said in a soft voice: "Grandpa, don't be angry." ”

Is this to be protected? Still protecting it to this day?

Old Man Feng sighed, looked at his unsuccessful grandson, his voice calmed down a lot, and he still didn't have any anger: "There are times when you regret it." ”

Feng Nai didn't listen to the old man's words.

His gaze was basically on the figure in front of him.

The emotions in his eyes were bright and dark, and finally he curled his lips, and his broken hair blocked them, covering his eyes: "I have said more than once that I am not him, he needs you to stand in front like this, I don't need it."

Then.

Feng Nai used a force to drag Mo Bei behind him, and Sven couldn't hide the evil: "What is the grandfather talking about, where is the address?" ”

Old Man Feng raised his eyebrows: "What?" Want to go again? ”

Feng Nai glanced at Mo Bei: "I have to tell some people, oh yes, I have to tell grandpa and the psychiatrist that I did come back and hid your favorite grandson, but this does not mean that anyone can bully me."

When the housekeeper heard these words, he hurriedly went to see the old chairman, the young master, he, he was all...

Old Man Feng didn't change much, on the contrary, he also glanced at Mo Bei: "Your people?" Are you admitting it? You yourself say you're not Nair."

"Heh, everyone outside knows that I'm her boyfriend, and denying it at this time will only be bad for me." When Feng Nai said this, he turned his face, turned his head again, and lazily reminded the person beside him: "Don't think about it, understand?" ”

Mo Bei looked into his eyes: "What are you thinking?" ”

"What else could it be, I think I did it for you, I..." Feng Nai said halfway, realizing that the housekeeper and the old man over there were still there, and coughed coldly: "I just don't think there's any need to pretend anymore. I don't want to act with that psychiatrist."

Mo Bei let out an "um", wrapped his wrist, and clenched: "Well, I don't want to."

"Perfunctory me?" Feng Nai lowered his eyes.

Mo Bei brushed his black hair away: "Toss it now, it's time to rest, let's go together tomorrow."

Feng Nai didn't know if it was the previous one who was too unproductive, or if it was the residual memory of his body.

When you are touched by that person, you can't help but want to obey.

What is this?

He's not the one who pretends to be a puppy and gets soft on a bone, he ......

"Good."

A kiss landed on his wrist.

Refreshing and slightly cool.

"I'll be with you."

Feng Nai only felt that the place she had touched was a little itchy.

I'm with you, these three words are like magic.

Let him forget to refuse.

When I reacted again, my hand was clenched again.

Never mind.

She's like this, and if he gets rid of her again, she'll lose face.

When Feng Nai thought so, he wouldn't notice that the corners of his mouth were rising.

To outsiders, it will always feel magical.

After the housekeeper watched the two figures walk away, the shock in his eyes did not subside: "Chairman, young master, he ......"

Under normal circumstances, it is not surprising that the young master would be like this.

But the young master in front of him is clearly the one with a tendency to abuse and kill......

How can you still ...... in front of Miss Mo