The eSports King’s Crush

The first jungler in the national server, the most popular player.

A face comparable to a popular superstar, many investors want to find him to shoot commercials.

Helpless, the godhead is too high, and the family background is too deep, so that some media dare not report it indiscriminately.

Of course, the other party didn't know her.

People came and went, but Mo Bei didn't move.

Wang Dongdong has already reached out and pressed his forehead, it's over, whether it's him or non-mainstream, it's over!

He is very skeptical now, whether he has been tricked by his own non-mainstream routine, knowing that God K will be here today, so he chose to come back at this point!

The more you think about it, the more possible it is!

Wang Dongdong wanted to cry!

After all, everyone is not blind. Even if non-mainstream people dye their hair, their face remains the same.

Sure enough, after seeing Mo Bei's appearance, the other party's assistant immediately exploded: "You, you, it's you again! You are really determined to change your mind. Last time you sneaked into the backstage, this time you pretend to be a fan! How many times have I said that? Come on, stay away from our k-god! Can't you understand!"

He really didn't expect that a man's nymphomania would be so scary!

This Mo Nan is well-known in the circle who likes to gossip.

What happened last time has made people unhappy, how dare he come!

On this side, Mo Bei frowned: "Pretending to be a fan?"

"Damn it, you still want to deny it, look at what you have in your hand!" The assistant is going crazy, you must know that the young master hates these crooked men the most.

Mo Bei lowered his head and followed the assistant's gaze. There was still that poster on her suitcase. This...was really a perfect misunderstanding: "I can explain it."

"I don't want to hear it." The man opened his mouth, his eyes were lazy like a wisp of morning mist that hadn't dissipated, and the impatience in his voice could be heard through the black mask, probably because he had a cold and his emotions Unable to control it, there was some faint hostility: "Let go, and get out."

roll?

After hearing this word.

Mo Bei tilted his head, smiled slowly, then raised his hand, and the poster was thrown into the black bucket beside him in a straight line.

Simply, neatly!

Then, she put her hand into her trouser pocket, and tilted her head casually: "You really don't need to listen, after all, I just picked up trash and threw it away."

The four eyes are facing each other.

The aura from the collision between the two was evenly matched? !

Suddenly.

Whether it was the other party's assistant or Wang Dongdong, their mouths were wide open and their eyes were shaking.

Him, what did they just see?

This crooked guy (whose family is not mainstream) actually threw the poster of God K into the trash can? !

Coupled with his words, it was like dropping a bomb on the ground.

But the person who threw the bomb seemed to be okay, holding the suitcase in his hand, and said casually, "Dongdong, let's go."

"Oh, oh, yes!" Wang Dongdong followed like a ghost, always feeling that this world is a little unreal.

On the other side, the assistant was already mad with anger: "This crooked man, who does he think he is, he wanted to fall in love with you, young master so much..."

"Enough." The man's nasal voice was still a little heavy, but his voice was light, and he walked towards the other side with a tall and straight figure, his legs were as long as a clothes hanger, even in a noisy environment, he could It's hard to hide the brilliance and nobility of a shining body.

When the elevator merged, he didn't speak any more, he just raised his eyes, his eyes as deep as the night glanced at the direction Mo Bei left, and raised his brows slightly...

The assistant knew that his God K was in a bad mood.

I dare not say any more.

It's just that Mo Nan's methods are really getting better and better. What was that just now?