The eSports King’s Crush

Om, the latest chapter of the e-sports master secretly loves me!

The drive is not far away.

In less than ten minutes, we arrived at our house.

Feng Nai was somewhat surprised that the psychiatrist didn't come.

This person was not pretending, nor was she plotting against him. She indeed had no intention of telling others about his arrival.

Suddenly, Feng Nai couldn't see through this person.

Normally, the sooner he finds a psychiatrist, the better he can make some changes before he fully takes over his body.

Of course, he wouldn't allow anything to change.

It's just that he thought that with her calculations, she would always have something planned.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing.

The car stopped and Feng Nai was about to move.

That nice, slightly cool lemon smell wafted over again.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "What's your posture?"

"Carry you down." Mo Bei said calmly.

Feng Nai pointed his finger, this person was serious, not just talking casually.

"Are you a girl, you want to carry me down?" When Feng Nai has a fever, his face is always paler than usual, and naturally he becomes more childish. He is gentle and gentle, and his thin lips are slightly pursed upward, faintly a little bit... Disdainful.

After Mo Bei said "hmm", he took action directly.

Feng Nai, who was being helped up, had a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

She was really close to carrying him off.

Feng Nai frowned and looked at the back of her neck. The scarf was gone. As the cold air touched her, the arc became more transparent and white.

Involuntarily, Feng Nai looked away and didn't look much. Because of his fever, his throat felt inexplicably hot.

As for being carried like this.

at the begining of,

He's not used to it either.

But after getting out of the car, his lazy look was particularly eye-catching.

Uncle Wang no longer wanted to see their young master.

He actually let Miss Mo carry her on her back? Don't even say it.

Feng Nai didn't speak because he wanted to see what this person wanted to do.

Someone ran over over there, a bodyguard in black: "Miss Mo, leave the young master to me."

It’s not like Feng Nai has broken arms and legs, so he can’t be helped by others, so why should he hand him over?

"Need not."

"go away"

Two people spoke at the same time.

The former is cold and the latter is indifferent.

The bodyguard in black immediately stopped moving. After all, there was already impatience in the young master's tone.

Mo Bei looked back at the person on his back and said, "Be polite."

Feng Nai repeated to the bodyguard in black casually: "Please go away."

He added the word please.

"Are you satisfied?" Feng Nai lowered his eyes and asked Mo Bei, with a smile floating on the corner of his mouth, unable to tell the difference between warm and cold.

After hearing this, Mo Bei said as he walked: "Childish."

Feng Nai:...Him? childish?

The people next to me also looked at each other twice because of this comment.

Miss Mo is the only one who thinks the young master is childish.

It was obvious that the current young master was impatient from the beginning to the end.

Anyone who feels uncomfortable will feel cold.

Feng Nai has always had this problem. Every time he had a fever or cold, he would be indifferent to others.

Everyone in this family knows that at this time, they must not provoke the young master.

Today is indeed different.

With Miss Mo here, I feel that the young master is much more cooperative.

The reason Feng Nai cooperated was because he wanted to observe someone more.

As a result, observing now, nothing went as he expected.

This will make him feel that someone has even plotted against people's hearts.

Mo Bei is indeed good at calculations, not because he does it intentionally, but because of his nature.

This is why, after most people come into contact with her, they will feel that her gentleness is deep in their bones.

Mr. Feng was at home, but when he learned from the housekeeper that his grandson was being carried back by his old friend in the study, he no longer had the thought of getting up.

He was originally very worried about the physical condition of the young man, but now he felt embarrassed.

"Let Bei make the arrangements. Just listen to her. Whatever she wants, she is ready to come out."

This is what Mr. Feng said to the housekeeper.

After hearing this, the old friend sitting there took a sip of tea and said, "Have you identified this granddaughter-in-law?"

"It's Nai'er who doesn't deserve her." Mr. Feng said naturally.

It made that old friend look surprised. After all, how many daughters from famous families have come here, but they haven't received a single comment from him.

Now, he actually feels that the grandson he is most proud of is not worthy of him.

"I really want to see what that child looks like? Does his family come from abroad? What kind of work did he do at home?"

Mr. Feng put his hand on the crutch and stroked it back and forth with a smile: "Children from ordinary families are not as well-educated as you think. They just sit there and play chess. They can accompany an old man like me for an afternoon and are polite. Give me the chess piece, and go to the kitchen to cook whatever I want to eat. It’s kind to the elders, and it also understands the thoughts of an old man like me. Children like this are rare, so don’t be curious. They have been abducted by my Nair. ”

"You still use people to give chess?"

Anyone who has been in the business district for a long time knows that Mr. Feng is very good at playing chess.

"What kind of person is he? There's a lot of commotion on the Internet, and they all came to me."

This is why he is sitting here, just to listen, or to say hello to his friends first. If he can't make it in the big picture, this kid probably won't be able to compete.

Mr. Feng took a sip of tea: "A hero can only be judged by victory or defeat. The rest, no matter how much trouble he makes, should not affect that child. You ask me what kind of person she is. That child has been burdened with too many things, and many things have been put aside. For other people, they may have given up long ago. I broke up her and Nair back then, and she said she understood that I would do that, and said she was leaving. Don't worry, Nair, please, please let me take good care of my grandson. He also said that one day, he would let me see them win the championship. This kid walked on the road at night without even a street light, but he never said how difficult it was for him. "

"Kind?"

Mr. Feng laughed when he heard this adjective: "How kind do you have to be to not be crushed?"

"It is indeed not kindness." The man laughed: "To fight against foreign countries, you also need someone with psychological quality, calculation ability, and someone who is good at walking at night."

Mr. Feng put down his faucet crutch and raised his teacup: "You will be glad you made the decision now."

Just finished here.

The phone rang over there.

"What's up?"

"Take a look at the email I sent you."

"I'm outside right now. It's inconvenient. If you need anything, just call me."

"Z, z showed up, and... Mr. Qin."

After hearing these two names, the man paused, stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, feeling an inexplicable headache.

Every time Mr. Qin appears, nothing good will happen.

"Go on, what's wrong?"

"Z said that she would wait in Milan, waiting for Bey. Now the news has spread throughout the country, and every computer desktop in the house has become this sentence."

"Qin Mo is responsible for network security!"

"Master Qin is indeed with Z, but... well... he doesn't seem to care."

In other words, this is what Qin Xiaozi means.

with this method? !

The man took a deep breath before hanging up the phone.

"What?" Old Master Feng asked.

His friend looked at him: "You know this little girl, there are so many people protecting her."

"There are many people who want to pull her down." Mr. Feng's eyes were uneven: "She deserves to be protected like this. After so long, it should be dawn."

The man gave him a serious meal. He never thought that a famous old fox in the business world would say such a thing one day.

It seems that Bey is more than just a gaming genius.

"I can only prevent her from being removed from the list and bear the pressure here, but after going abroad, we still have to look at her record." The man raised his hand and made a move: "I hope she lives up to expectations."

Live up to expectations.

For these four words.

Many people are moving forward.

According to the news on the Internet, they no longer go to see Cats, Cats and Bears. There will still be people at the base, but there are far fewer of them.

Among them, many Imperial League fans dispersed because of Z’s words.

There are those who take off their fans, and there are those who say forget it.

Han Xi looked out the window, turned to the fat manager and said, "This won't work, it will affect the training."

"Well, well, that really won't work." The fat manager replied hurriedly.

The news has exploded, and everyone is asking about Bey's whereabouts.

The only good thing about Hei Yan is that he doesn't have to deal with investors. After all, the young master has the final say.

But for some usual endorsements and cooperation, I always have to give an answer, and I can't continue like this.

No matter what the essence is, if it has a bad impact, it will always be detrimental to bey's situation.

Sometimes the direction of the wind does not mean what one person wants, but that three people become a tiger, and the force must be dealt with.

"Han Xiaoxi, you should be quiet. I don't think the manager heard what you said at all." Cat, Cat and Panda was so hungry that he grumbled and even changed his name. He really wanted to order a takeaway. But looking at the appearance outside, he didn't dare to get it.

Han Xi glanced sideways, glanced at the two teammates who were sitting there with no image, and then looked at Manager Li who was laughing with him. There should be something that had not been negotiated.

In the blink of an eye, even the smile faded a lot: "How can we change the things we agreed on before?"

"It's not that we change it, it's that we really can't help it. Speaking for Bey at this time, Manager Li, mainstream thinking doesn't allow it. After this matter is over, will you slowly find your way back?"

The fat manager’s hands were clenched: “What about Heiyan’s special interview page?”

"If Bey showed up and took our questions, it would be there."

The fat manager's eyes darkened: "Did your company not see what Z sent?"

"Brother, the Imperial Alliance is a thing of the past after all. Z-issued things do have an impact, but now that the updates are so fast, there are not many similar to her. This is not a question of individualism, but a question of the strength of the Chinese team. , Bey's hand is injured, she can't play in the game, and she insists on staying in the team and dragging everyone down. How do you explain this? If she went to the organizing committee to retire on her own initiative, then everyone would be happy now. How can I praise her? She can do it. In fact, not only will she not retire, she will also compete as an official player. This challenges the bottom line of all the viewers who are looking forward to this grand event. What do you think we should do?"

Fat Manager: "Have you now decided that Bey will drag everyone down?"

"I said, Lao Li, we are all old friends. What happened to you after you took over Black Flame? Are you confused?"

The fat manager snorted: "It's not that I'm confused, it's that I feel that after living so long, I create topics and conform to topics for money every day. If anyone is no longer of use, let her leave. When you need her, let her go." When she comes back, only a bastard can do such a thing."

"Who are you calling a bastard!" The other person seemed to be slapping the table: "I only said this because of our many years of friendship. I also answered your call. Go and ask, who will take care of this matter now? You guys If Heiyan doesn't break away from Bey, he will really stink. Then don't come to beg me!"

Bang!

The fat manager’s call was hung up.

He didn't show anything strange.

After all, there is no need to let the players know about these things. If they know, it will be affected.

As long as we look for them all and put them to use, there will always be hope.

The fat manager thought so and called again, six calls in a row.

Either it was a front line, or the user calling was not in the service area, or someone answered the call, responded vaguely, and then hung up.

The fat manager has always known that here, when you are good, you are surrounded by a halo, but when you are not good, you are like a beast.

Fortunately, no one came up to step on me.

That sentence from God Z played this role.

But the feeling of being isolated and helpless still made the fat manager couldn't help but light up a cigarette and he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

Not externally, but in your own heart.

That's when.

Bang.

The door opened.

A slender figure walked in from the outside.

He seemed to have just come from the airport. He was holding a pure black suitcase in his hand. The light outlined by his gold-rimmed glasses made the cats and bears over there jump up!

"Feng, Feng Boss!!"

It was Feng Yi. He took off his gloves, walked over, and smiled politely.

Then, he lowered his eyes and said to the fat manager, "You have worked hard during this period. Just leave the rest to me."

I'm really close to despair.

But I never expected that Mr. Feng would come back so silently!

The fat manager was almost crying.

Feng Yi didn't hesitate, took his phone over, looked at the record of calls and failed calls, picked someone he knew, and called again.

"After going around for a while, I know what's going on with you Black Flames." The person on the phone thought they were coming to apologize to him, and they were especially arrogant. "Bey is a bug now. She got it from the Imperial Alliance before." How many auras there are, how objectionable they are now. Whoever gets involved with her will be unlucky. This is the situation you Black Flame is in. You..."

"I'm Feng Yi." He didn't continue to listen. Feng Yi spoke calmly: "I will be responsible for all the affairs of Hei Yan in the future. In addition, I will review it again. I am Bey's manager. What do you think? If my players have any opinions, they can come to Feng's to talk to me directly. It's been a long time since I had coffee with Mr. Yang, right? The last time I met Mr. Yang, you brought a college student with you. Your lady must not know this yet. Something.”(E-sports master has a secret crush on me..151151065)--(E-sports master has a secret crush on me)