The eSports King’s Crush

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Mo Bei could see his eyes deepening, as well as his strength as he leaned down and held her down with one hand.

The mentality of a trapped beast can also be seen from the environment, including his uneasiness.

When he used the anklet to hold her down before, she knew that he might have his own paranoia in some places.

However, she also believed that he would control it well.

It doesn't matter if you don't control it well.

He will only have an exclusive reputation for people or things he cares about that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

A good upbringing will not allow him to show his sinister side.

Even if he is exposed, he will not act in a way that would harm others.

Because Mo Bei knew very well that even if he was standing in a war-torn city like Is, there were obviously many ways for him to take and leave like the others. Anyway, with the special assistant representative here, he didn't necessarily have to go to the place closest to the war. , remote command can also recover losses, and the inability to contact other Chinese businessmen does not affect the interests of the Feng family. He is not a technician, let alone a translator who has a task, but at such a time, he still chose the best way. Dangerous road to walk.

When she saw him appear at the auction, Mo Bei understood that not everyone was like the boy she liked.

Even though he has a vicious nature and is full of Shang Qi, he lives upright and has his family and country at heart.

So, I want to hold on even more.

Even though it is clear, the closer you get to this person, the more you will feel his real danger.

Mo Bei never thought of letting go.

Facing those dark eyes that were as clear as water, no fear could be seen.

Some of Feng Nai's thoughts were suppressed again. He wanted to leave. After all, he didn't trust his endurance very much.

But as soon as his hand left, he was pulled by someone and trapped in place.

"Sleep with me for a while." Mo Bei said in a light voice, "The medicine has a hypnotic effect."

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, feeling more and more that someone was born to torture him, and reminded him: "This young lady, have you forgotten that the person who is locked up is really not afraid of anything."

"Yes, there's nothing to be afraid of." Mo Bei put his chin on his shoulder, holding one of his hands with one hand, and changed the topic: "It's said on the Internet that if I kiss him, will it be right? Causing distress?"

Feng Nai pressed her back against the bed board and rubbed her wrist, feeling the slightly cool touch, like fine porcelain jade: "No."

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, just like what senior Lin Feng said, a kiss can solve everything.

In this case, he should be happier when he sees the tissue paper provided by Naigai.

Mo Bei was thinking about how to let him see it now since he didn't have the chance just now.

Feng Nai noticed her absent-mindedness and thought she was trying to persuade him, so he simply cut off her thoughts: "What are you thinking about?"

Mo Bei couldn't help but be distracted by him, because the handcuffs were tighter, and she knew it was due to his uneasiness.

So Mo Bei didn't go around in circles, leaned over and kissed him, and said in a calm voice, "There is a tissue in the bag of the milk cover. It's a gift."

Just looking at Mo Bei's aura, people who didn't know better would have thought that it was Feng Nai who was locked up.

Feng Nai didn't move, and his fingers crossed her wrist: "Give me a tissue? It seems that our assistant brother's financial situation is not very good."

"I have indeed spent a lot on shopping recently." Mo Bei replied calmly: "However, I still have savings."

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and glanced at the medicine on her arm: "Yes, he is the richest, and his business goes to Yis."

It's best not to mention Yisi's matter carelessly. Mo Bei knew this, so he didn't answer. What's more, she was still thinking about the tissue: "Nipple cap..."

Feng Nai stood up after hearing this, and was a little curious about what kind of tissue could make her miss it.

Walking out of the rest room, the cup of milk cap from before was still on the desk. He picked it up and saw clearly the words on the tissue underneath.

His eyes were stunned, and the dark aura finally blended in with other auras.

Do I like it very much?

The way someone coaxes people is really getting more and more technical.

It's not like she was arrogant and cold-blooded when she was in Yisi, and she would just leave her female companions in the hotel.

Fortunately, it was just left in the hotel. If there were others, he wouldn't have to endure it.

However, since someone has expressed his feelings, he cannot fail to express his feelings.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and took everything in his hands.

When he walked back to the rest room with the tissue, the person on the bed was already asleep. He was covered with a suit jacket, and one of his arms was hanging outside. The porcelain white color made it easy for people to think about the scenery under the jacket. What.

Feng Nai clenched the tissue in his hand tightly and put it into his trouser pocket.

Assistant Yuan was really worried.

Not only was there a call from Assistant Yuan, her cell phone was also ringing.

Feng Nai didn't look at it. He just walked in and stood tall: "People who study psychology know very well. The more you trust me so much, the more I can't do it."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and kissed her injured right arm.

The vibration in his trouser pocket made him raise an eyebrow. While pressing the call button with his right hand, he walked out of the rest room and closed the door: "Grandpa."

"Do you still know how to answer the phone?" Feng Laozi leaned on the dragon's head and tried to calm down his emotions: "Someone said that Beibei went to find him?"

Feng Nai laughed loosely: "The person Grandpa mentioned must be Yuan Teshu, yes, she came to see me."

Mr. Feng couldn't tell when his bastard grandson was really smiling or fake. After all, he had changed since the kid left.

"Since she took the initiative to find him, don't be so paranoid about some things. Bring Beibei back for a meal, and I'll wait for you at home." Mr. Feng still has to take care of it, otherwise his grandson may really become stubborn if he gets too stubborn. Hurt people.

The smile on Feng Nai's lips deepened, and he took out a pen: "Grandpa seems to be worried about her being alone with me. What did you hear from Special Assistant Yuan?"

Mr. Feng let out a long sigh: "I don't have to listen to what Xiao Yuan said. My grandson doesn't know it yet. Naier, you should understand that if you want to keep someone, you have to use your heart, not restraint."

"Grandpa is worried that I will lock people up like he did when I was a child?" Feng Nai said casually: "How is that possible? This is a legal society."

Knowing that this is a legal society, Mr. Feng thought in his heart, but said: "What are you doing after you have been in the office for so long without answering someone's phone call?"

"Help someone apply medicine." Feng Nai seemed to have found a pen that finally satisfied him, and smiled: "Grandpa, I am your grandson, why do you worry about someone more than me? Am I going to do this?" What's something outrageous? She's not defenseless. You can read some of the revelations on the Internet, such as your grandson being pressed and kissed. If you are really worried, you should be worried about me. "

Feng Laozi knew his grandson's nature well: "Okay, don't be so obedient just to get an advantage. Now that you understand Beibei's good intentions, don't be so paranoid."

"I know." Feng Nai always hides himself from his elders.

After closing the line, Feng Nai tapped his fingers as if thinking about something. With a last smile, he dialed Assistant Yuan's number: "Downstairs?"

Assistant Yuan knew how smart the young master was: "Yes, I was worried that the young master would do something that I would regret, so I didn't leave."

"That's just in time. Call the front desk and let's go to the mall to pick out some clothes." Feng Nai's voice was slow.

Although Special Assistant Yuan was confused and had nothing to choose clothes, as an office worker, he would never ask the reason, only the work itself: "Master, can you tell me who is wearing this suit? And the size?"

"I called the old man and said that she came to my place. Who do you think is wearing it?" Feng Nai's voice was slightly cold: "As for the size, the classmate at the front desk should know it very well. After all, he has held her hand."

Assistant Yuan: "...Yes."

The receptionist who was called was a little confused for no reason.

However, Assistant Yuan said that overtime work was counted, and the overtime pay was three times the previous amount. It was just a matter of buying a piece of clothing. How could I calculate it?

She thought that just because of Mr. Feng's look, she would lose her job.

However, Assistant Yuan was thinking that in the future it would be better to raise this issue with Miss Mo from the side.

He also concluded a rule. Anyone who has been treated tenderly by Miss Mo will definitely have emotions.

And every time I have emotions, there is always the same type, petite and cute, cat-like...

Did the young master hear what Miss Mo said?

Need to say?

Feng Nai knows best what kind of person the boss likes, otherwise he wouldn't have approached her wearing Xiao Nailin's vest.

The front desk picked out a few items: "Assistant Yuan, how about taking a look at these?"

Yuan Teshu put aside his thoughts and only said: "The clothes are worn by the breast cover guy I met today. Which one do you think you should choose?"

After working as a boss for a long time, I understand that married people should keep their distance from other girls.

He is now shopping with a girl, and he is already on the verge of life and death. He even suspects that the young master did it on purpose, but he has not found any evidence yet!

However, after listening to his words, the front desk stopped his fingers for a moment: "She wore it...she and Mr. Feng..."

Yuan Te adjusted his glasses: "We will only carry out the orders of our superiors."

He said that, but he suddenly came to buy clothes like this. The front desk thought about Qingjun's smiling face. What a good person he was, but why did he fall in love with Mr. Feng?

Next, the style of the clothes I picked also changed.

Even the personal clothes were put into the pockets.

Feng's Building, President's Office.

Feng Nai wrote particularly slowly this time, because he was worried that someone would wake up, and he was also worried that if he couldn't help but stretch out his claws, he would really break her.

In a certain environment, that person was sleeping in front of her. Just thinking about it made him look deeply several times and the tip of his pen became a little dazed.

The worst thing to avoid when writing is being impatient.

He did commit a taboo.

Especially the white under the tip of the pen was too delicate, and the black was printed on, and the color contrast was so strong that he couldn't help but pull away and go to the bathroom.

Feng Nai took a cold shower. After taking off his glasses, he returned to his youthful spirit. His eyelashes were very long. When he came out, his body was radiating coldness.

Yuan Teshu and the others came back at this time. Yuan Teshu meant that he could just go in. After all, the young master never liked anyone entering the office.

But this time, it was different.

"Let her come up with you."

Assistant Yuan was puzzled and glanced at the front desk.

Under normal circumstances, when a president pays so much attention to a front desk, people who don't know how many things will come up in their minds.

But Assistant Yuan, who knew Feng Nai well, just felt that this was probably a demon again.

"Come in."

The sound came from farther away.

Yuan Te helped open the office door, and of course he was followed by the receptionist holding a pocket.

As soon as they entered, the first thing they saw was the white T-shirt on the desk and the bed on the side.

The receptionist didn't want to think too much, but he could vaguely see their boss, Mr. Feng, sitting there, half-bent, saying something in a magnetic voice.

When he walked out, his black hair was still stained with moisture. He had obviously just taken a shower. His white shirt was no longer as meticulous as before, and the buttons were carelessly tied. The suit jacket on his body was gone, but instead A corner of the bed can be exposed and traces of it can be seen.

When the receptionist met his cool gaze, he was suddenly startled and quickly lowered his head.

Feng Nai doesn't like this type of girl because someone seems to have a natural affinity for this kind of girl who blushes and heartbeats at every turn.

That flying eagle just got the glory of type.

"Mr. Feng..." The receptionist handed over the bag cautiously.

Feng Nai took it and said in a calm voice: "This time, you should know who she is."

The receptionist nodded vigorously.

But Assistant Yuan wanted to help his forehead, and sure enough...

Feng Nai was just doing a routine job. He knew best the charm of a certain auxiliary lady, which appealed to both men and women.

The receptionist was really melancholy, and wanted to take another look when she left, because she always felt that how could a family like Mr. Feng appreciate the sincerity of a cup of milk cap?

Obviously, she didn't know what Feng Nai looked like, and she didn't even know that those two people came back from the edge of life and death together.

In order to give the other party more time, work hard on your own.

Of course, except for those shadows of the Feng family, no one can know clearly that the person who has nothing in his eyes, even if it is a peach sculpture given to him by Miss Mo, he will keep it properly...

In the lounge, Mo Bei didn't sleep for long, and he didn't wake up until dawn. When he woke up, it was only eleven o'clock in the evening, and the lights of the city were outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She was held in his arms. The man no longer wore glasses and had a book open in his right hand. The laziness on his body was completely different from the dark style of this lounge. Without the gentleness before, he could see The purity in his pale eyes showed that no matter what was going on around him, he could remain alone and do what he wanted to do, just like the fight on the playground.

"It was the same for the first time I saw him."

Mo Bei spoke and wanted to get up, but felt something was wrong.

When he lowered his eyes, Mo Bei discovered that someone had written something on her arm, and next to her right hand was the tissue she brought.

Besides the signature, there were only three words written on her arm.

"Me too."

Sign it, Feng Nai.

Mo Bei paused, then covered it with his fingers, once again confirming one thing: from now on, he must coax people and kiss him more.

Feng Nai looked at her and put down the book: "Haven't you remembered yet?"

"What?" Mo Bei closed his eyes and did not erase those words.

She has fair skin, is wearing a suit jacket, and has a line of words written on the inside of her arm. Not only does it not make people feel dirty, but it makes her look cooler and more beautiful.

Feng Nai's slender fingers came over and pressed her whole body back into his arms. Only in this way, without looking at her, could some things be suppressed. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Where did we first meet?"

Mo Bei's nose was filled with the scent of his shower gel after taking a bath. It was light and refreshing but not conducive to thinking.

However, since he said this, does it mean that they have met before in Quancheng?

Why didn't she have any impression at all?

Could it be the time people said she killed him alone in Long Pit?

If so, it’s the youth training period.

Before Mo Bei came, in addition to what Senior Lin taught her, she also made some strategies.

Although most of the information provided to her is how to coax a girlfriend, love is similar, and coaxing people should also follow the same pattern.

Many propositions should be avoided.

For example, topics like ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend.

Don't ask, just ask, it's my first time, I don't have any predecessors.

Another example is when the other party asks what day it is today.

Regardless of the day, send a 520 red envelope first, followed by a sweet message.

The point is the red envelope, the bigger the better.

Finally we met for the first time.

Mo Bei still remembered the beginning of the girl's question she had seen, which was similar to this sentence: "It seems that I don't remember anything..."

"Why don't you speak?" Feng Nai's cold voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Mo Bei thought for a while, except for Senior Lin Feng's method, none of the methods mentioned on the Internet were very practical for her. He simply raised his eyes and said with a clear face, "I want a reminder."

Feng Nai looked at the person who had just woken up in his arms and spoke, feeling a little itchy in his heart for no reason: "What can I do in exchange for this reminder?"

Mo Bei didn't understand it before, but now he understands that everything can be changed with a kiss.

She raised her left hand, and there were handcuffs on it, but it didn't affect her strength...

Feng Nai avoided it this time, as he was as abstinent as ever: "I really like kissing, but even a small drop of water can't quench my thirst."

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, that means, so?

"Exchange the things I'm curious about." Feng Nai said, covering her head with his hand, sliding his fingers through her hair, and leaning back lazily: "Why do you look good at that boring type? "

I really have no discernment about what kind of puppy I like.

Mo Bei was confused when he heard this: "The boring type?"

"Cute, soft, cute, clumsy, easy to blush." ​​Feng Nai sneered at this point: "To put it this way, Lin Keng Keng perfectly fits the ideal type. We bey gods really have unique tastes. Why do we like this one?" Type of person you like?"

Only by finding out the crux of the problem can he find a way to destroy them.

When Mo Bei heard those adjectives, he frowned: "Do I like this kind of thing?"

Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "What do you say?"

She really didn't realize that after he brought it up, a small figure flashed in Mo Bei's mind: "It's probably related to him."

"Who? Flying Eagle?" Feng Nai still said the name.

Mo Bei also knew what he cared about: "No, it's a kid from a money-hungry family. It's been too long. Maybe it's because he's too cute and likes to blush. Some of his behaviors make me feel familiar with this type of person now."

Not Fei Ying, Feng Nai's sense of crisis is not too serious. In addition, no matter how someone describes the other person, she is a girl. It is true that you don't need to pay too much attention to it, but you still have to be evil: "Rich people are stupid. Bai Tian's children are all like being in trouble, with a low IQ and a squeamish attitude. They can't even take a bath by themselves, so how can they be clean? "

Little did he know, what he missed was what he said.

He also didn’t even realize that the cute kid from a rich family in someone’s mouth was him.

So sometimes it is really a good reincarnation.

Everyone who cheats on his younger brother will have to pay a price.

"Xiao Nailin is very clean." On the other side, Mo Bei was still proving Xiao Nailin.

"That's because he has a good brother who can't tolerate the smell of milk on him. Do you want a reminder?" Feng Nai had already smartly changed the subject. At this time, he didn't want to waste time on Linkengkeng.

It can be seen that Young Master Feng has basically forgotten who is the hero in this relationship.

Without Xiao Nai Lin, how could there be love and death later, and the two school bullies meeting in the cafe.

Mo Bei would not expose him, and he really wanted to know when they first met.

She remembered everyone in the youth training camp, but there was no one like him: "Yes."

I have spoken out things that I would not have said to others when I was a child, and of course there must be the same reward.

Feng Nai stretched out his hand, gently pinched her chin, and then raised it slightly: "You really can't underestimate the power of time, it can make a person change her color number."

Mo Bei quickly heard some information from it: "You saw me when I was dark."

"Our Bey God is really smart." Feng Nai said in a slow voice, "You can make some calculations."

Mo Bei couldn't figure it out because she didn't pay attention to her skin color at all at that time.

During military training, I didn’t even know how to use sunscreen. At that time, I was thinking about how to save money and eat enough, and then eat faster to leave time for training.

She didn't know exactly when she turned white again, let alone when she turned black.

Feng Nai saw that her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, so he didn't embarrass her too much, and said in a calm tone: "We are great people, don't you all like noble people to forget things, forget it at the scene of domestic violence, even the first Don’t you remember the first time we met?”

Sure enough, it was a proposition... Mo Beizheng was thinking.

Then the man spoke again, "Milan, the finals, bodyguards in black."

Milan, finals? Bodyguard in black?

Mo Bei's eyes slowly paused, looking at the handsome face in front of him, and fell into memories...

Four years ago, Milan, Hero Ball Finals.

It was the first time that a team represented China and competed for the championship. Even overseas, people's enthusiasm could not be stopped.

The battle hasn't started yet, but as far as the eye can see, there are already huge crowds of people.

There is a figure very conspicuous among them.

The boy is not that big, he looks like a junior high school student, but he wears a straight suit, the collar is slightly pulled, and has a handsome, aloof and clear face. He is like a little prince who ran away from home at a business party and came to where he is not. Where it should appear.

"Master, Master!"

Not far away, among the crowded crowd, a group of bodyguards in black could be seen looking for something.

The boy frowned slightly and turned his face to the other side.

But even so, he was still recognized.

The leading bodyguard looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Over there!"

The boy's whereabouts were completely exposed.

He reacted quickly and walked to the side, taking advantage of his short height and half-bending to take a shortcut.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he was grabbed by the back collar by a person of the same size as him.

"You can't leave here."

The boy looked back.

What I saw was a young man wearing a baseball cap, dark skin, and a coat.

The man looked at him condescendingly, with a mask on his face and no emotion in his eyes, like a small facial paralysis.

"I'll take you over there to line up."

Then he turned around very calmly.

Only then did the boy see the small figure carrying a huge keyboard behind him.

He raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Seeing that the bodyguard over there was coming, he simply followed him, just to let this person cover him.

Little Mo Bei also noticed the other party's movements and thought he was coming by himself. He felt a little uneasy and Cheng Du was clearing the way for the boy.

The boy, on the other hand, held his trouser pocket with one hand and lowered his eyes, hiding it well.

When he arrived at the ticket check-in area, Xiao Mo Bei stopped and said, "It's right in front."

The boy said "Hmm" and was about to speak when he saw that the black boy was about the same age as him.

"You're still young, please be careful." Xiao Mo Bei said these words and left.

Boy: ...who is still young?

He looked at the red-switch keyboard that the man was carrying and raised his eyebrows involuntarily. Was he also a gamer?

Are professional players so small?

If he wasn't a professional player, why would the black guy be carrying a keyboard?

There are many people around.

After the black boy left, the faint lemon fragrance in his breath also disappeared.

The boy discovered that the smell here was particularly strong.

This made him raise his hand to cover his nose.

After finally getting out, of course we can't waste time here.

After all, I have to thank Black Boy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to come in so peacefully.

The boy looked back at the bodyguard in black who was far away from him, curled his lips, checked his ticket and entered the viewing area of ​​the stadium.

Even at a young age, he already has the flavor of Lan Yan's misfortune.

He stood there, and many people were looking back.

Only then did the boy realize that what he was wearing was too eye-catching. He should have exchanged coats with the black guy just now.

The countdown begins.

The torch is lit.

The screen falls.

It's that king's team!

The boy looked away.

I saw those people lined up in a row, their uniforms flying, and their feet stepping on flames.

The whole audience is excited.

After all, they represent the country.

Unlike others.

The boy did not shout their names, but when his eyes fell on the flag, there was a moment of darkness.

He almost couldn't see this scene.

As the passer-by king of both Chinese and Korean servers.

Missing this event would be his biggest regret.

Saying this, I would also like to thank that black boy.

The boy thought of this, and just as he was about to take a step forward, he was blocked by two slender legs.

"Every time he runs away from home, it creates such a sensation. Xiao Nai really makes people worry." It was Feng Yi. As the team's manager, he was dressed in a particularly low-key manner today. He looked at the boy in front of him and pushed him. Gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose: "Let's go, it's time to go home."

Feng Nai was very casual. He had already seen what he wanted to see anyway, and it didn't matter whether he could go home or not.

After taking two steps toward the backstage, he looked at the figure who was about the same size as him carrying a keyboard, and suddenly asked the person next to him: "There are still professional players like me here. Fighting on behalf of the country?"

"So old? Fourteen years old? How is that possible?" Feng Yi smiled: "He is not qualified to compete."

Feng Nai stopped, his eyelids slightly raised, and his temperament took shape: "No? He is wearing a battle uniform and carrying a keyboard on his back. He is small and dark."

Feng Yi's smile became even stronger: "Have you seen the little one?"

"Little one?" Feng Nai frowned.

Feng Yi: "bey."

Bey?

Feng Nai suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the tall little figure not far away.

It turns out that he is Bey, the person who killed him alone in the game...

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