The eSports King’s Crush

This threat.

Xiao Nailin spoke very quietly, her handsome little face looking a little angry.

Feng Nai pressed him with one hand and said casually, "Think clearly, if you betray me, will you still be able to make a small amount of money from the gold?"

"My friendship with Brother Jinzi cannot be destroyed by people like you." Although Xiao Nailin said this, she still felt very unsure.

Feng Nai just said "Oh" and pretended to make a call.

Xiao Nai Lin pressed his hand anxiously, "Brother, do you still think your plan today will succeed?"

"Of course I do." Feng Nai lowered his voice, "So stay away from your little brother. She is mine, not yours. Do you understand?"

Xiao Nailin rubbed her ears, "If I let my little brother know that you have such thoughts, I will definitely stay away from you."

"What kind of thoughts do I have?" Feng Nai's voice was a little cold at this time.

Xiao Nailin muttered, "You know it yourself."

Feng Nai smiled again, looking at Mo Bei beside him with smiling eyes.

Mo Bei was looking at the desserts Mrs. Feng asked her to see before, and didn't notice this side.

Now she met Feng Nai's gaze and saw that he was smiling at her, and she felt her hands itching again.

Three days.

This number still reminds Mo Bei what he should and shouldn't do.

The Feng family is still the same as before, with many servants.

In fact, there was no need for Mo Bei to cook at all.

Instead, Mrs. Feng had soaked the cherries herself and wanted to try making the dessert she just saw with Mo Bei.

What I didn't expect was that an unexpected person would come back at this point.

"Mr. Feng."

The servants lowered their eyes and welcomed the man in an off-white suit.

Xiao Nailin was still wandering around there, but when he saw his father coming back, his little face was pinched in confusion.

Mr. Feng also wore leather gloves, giving him a suave and elegant look.

There are not many people in this world who are almost middle-aged but have an inexplicable temperament.

And if no one told him, Mo Bei could hardly tell his age, and the same was true for Mrs. Feng. She seemed to be only five or six years older than them, and she didn't look like someone who had given birth to a child at all.

Mrs. Feng was obviously a little surprised when she saw Mr. Feng, "Why did you come back and didn't ask me to pick you up?"

"I'm here to pick you up and go to a party." While Mr. Feng was speaking, he had already stretched out his hand and hooked Mrs. Feng's messy hair behind her ears when she was making butter. "I'm afraid it will disturb your interest in making cakes. "

Mrs. Feng smiled and took off her apron, "I'll go change my clothes."

"No, I've prepared it for you. It's in the car." Mr. Feng said this and looked at Mo Bei. "Nail rarely brings friends' belongings home, so he lets them do it again and again. What has changed is that I have finally met a real person today, Mo Nan, right?"

Mo Beigang was about to speak.

Feng Nai spoke over there, in an unhurried voice, "Did you buy that dress for my mother, or for your female companion?"

Mr. Feng did not answer him. Instead, he looked sideways and smiled, "You must be anxious."

Isn't it just a few words with the kid you like?

Son, when did you become so impatient?

Everyone in the Feng family has a pair of eyes that hide deep meaning.

Of course Feng Nai saw what his father meant. He paced over with his hands in his trouser pocket and casually placed a magazine there. "It seems that you are the one who should be anxious. After all, I have always kept myself clean. No." Like you, show mercy everywhere.”