The eSports King’s Crush

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Faced with such a warm invitation.

Even though his face was as paralyzed as Bei's, his expression went blank for a moment.

"It's a little shy to say it. Do you know King? The one who is particularly handsome at playing games. Ours is a two-male lead drama, and he is also one of the male leads." When Young Master Jin talked about his script, he was like gushing.

One of the male protagonists? Mo Bei remained calm, but he was asking in his heart, does he know about this?

On the other hand, Fei Ying, who had been listening next to him, snorted and kept coughing.

Mo Bei glanced at him.

Feiying warned her with his eyes not to forget the character as soon as he heard the name of Young Master Feng.

Mo Bei looked away and threw only four words to Young Master Jin: "Not interested."

Young Master Jin was unyielding: "Think again, our Jin family is not short of money, if we have resources, I will definitely be able to make people famous, I..."

"Cousin." The tattooed man next to him tugged at Young Master Jin and reminded him from behind: "You are here to vent your anger on me."

Young Master Jin temporarily remembered who he was from, and immediately changed his expression, and said to Mo Bei: "My brother is so injured, how do you plan to keep it private? This is the first time someone dares to come and cause trouble in our store. If If you agree to come over and film for me, the debt will be wiped off."

When Mo Bei heard this, his eyes seemed to see something, and he suddenly tilted his head and smiled.

I don't know if it's because of the half-tied blond hair or the sudden raised corners of her mouth.

It always gives people a sense of unruly aloofness.

She raised her hand to signal the secretary to give her her wallet.

The secretary wanted to please this prodigal son, so of course he handed it over immediately.

Mo Bei opened it and took out a bunch of banknotes, all of which were scattered on the table. His side face was both dignified and arrogant: "Is that enough?"

The main dancer next to me was already blown away by this move.

However, the young man changed his hand and stopped her waist. There was no smell of alcohol in her nose, but a very nice body fragrance: "I will take her away."

The screaming was stronger than before.

The main dancer's face turned red in a rare moment. You know she is usually known for her sexiness.

The tattooed man's face was a little green. He wanted to strike again, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hit the pretty boy.

The most important thing is the look in the eyes of the main dancer, saying, dare to touch him again.

Not to mention that his cousin, the only one who could uphold justice, was lowering his head and swishing away without knowing what he was writing.

The tattooed man didn't want to say anything anymore.

When the secretary saw the prodigal son getting up, he immediately followed him.

Of course, there are also Flying Eagle and Tingfeng.

In fact, these two people didn't understand how Bey actually took people out of the nightclub even if he was acting.

What is this going to do?

Soon, they understood.

Because after entering the hotel.

Mo Bei lifted up his collar and said into the Bluetooth headset: "Someone was filming me in the nightclub just now."

"Is there someone? Who?" At this time, any wind blowing on the grass would affect the operation, so Tingfeng's baby face turned serious after hearing the news.

Mo Bei turned on the faucet: "It's not like people in China."

"So what should we do tonight? Will we be suspected if we come out?" Tingfeng whistled: "I'm afraid that young lady will be disappointed."

Mo Bei stood up straight: "Looking for something, ask the secretary to arrange for me to go out now."

"Then we can only use profits to stimulate them." Tingfeng looked at Feiying.

Feiying immediately switched accounts and sent a message.

After receiving it, the secretary really thought that the other side was in a hurry and reported it to the higher-ups.

Only one reply was received: "Let him pass immediately."

The secretary thought that this prodigal son would only waste his money if he stayed in the country.

Just throwing it away, there are at least three to four thousand.

He really should be sent out immediately.

Without wasting a second, the secretary hung up the phone and walked towards the hotel suite.

On the other side, the main dancer was still waiting for the boy to come out of the bathroom, with anticipation on her face.

Mo Bei did come out, with water vapor all over his body, which made his eyes look darker.

The main dancer was just about to walk over.

The doorbell rang.

Who is it that is disturbing them at this time?

Mo Bei was not surprised, especially when he saw the secretary standing outside the door. His slender figure leaned against the door frame, his hands in his trouser pockets: "What's the matter?"

"The chairman knows what happened at the nightclub just now." The secretary-general sighed: "He hasn't slept yet, so he asked me to arrange to go there immediately and get familiar with the environment there."

Mo Bei turned sideways: "What should she do?"

The secretary came closer and said, "Master, now is not the time to pick up girls. The chairman finally got people in the company to accept it. He must make some achievements."

Mo Bei looked at him, his tattooed face seemed a bit arrogant.

The secretary just wanted to persuade him again.

"Wait a minute." Mo Bei's voice was light. He turned around and walked to the main dancer. He leaned slightly and whispered: "Wait until I come back to make an appointment."

He picked up the thin white coat that was thrown there and put it on.

The main dancer’s heart was about to explode.

The secretary also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really worried that this prodigal son would not care about anything and fall into the gentle land.

It seems that he still knows the importance.

Little did he know that right next to Mo Bei's ears, Tingfeng's voice sounded: "How is it? It's done."

Mo Bei adjusted his collar.

Tingfeng smiled: "We set off earlier than expected, bey, sometimes it's really suitable to be a loser."

Young Master Jin also felt this way.

Tattooed men don't know how to pick up money, but he is different.

Our young master Jin was still sitting there and counting. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the handsome guy's actions just now were too to his liking. After thinking about it, he sent a message: "Brother Nai, Brother Nai, do you still remember the relationship I had with you before?" Is that the show you’re talking about?”

At this time, Feng Nai had left the base and returned to the airport. He had something to do with the company and needed to go overseas to deal with it.

The plane was about to take off and I received such a message.

Feng Nai had no interest in replying and simply pressed the button.

Stupid Jinzi: "Brother Nai, I know I haven't slept yet. Listen to me, I found someone special to me."

Feng Nai frowned and was about to block him.

Silly Jinzi: "Speaking of which, I feel like he looks a bit like Brother Nan, but his temperament is a little different."

Feng Nai stopped suddenly, and even the air around him became a little quiet.

Young Master Jin regretted it as soon as he said it.

After all, he knows best how his brother Nai came here for more than half a year.

In the beginning, I would drink in nightclubs until I was completely unconscious.

But he could still go to the company or participate in training the next day.

His whole face was very pale, but his eyes were deep and cold.

Few doubt his managerial abilities anymore.

Even Grandpa Feng gradually recognized that he could handle the company's affairs well while playing games.

But behind these bright lights is his loneliness...

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