The eSports King’s Crush

Wearing a black mask, he walked over.

"Second row" Mo Bei stepped back, his legs were long, he raised his eyes and looked towards the third row.

Spicy, strips?

This thing?

Mo Bei reached out and took it off and glanced in Feng Nai's direction.

The man stood not too far away and nodded casually.

Mo Bei expressionlessly threw a pack of spicy strips into the shopping cart.

But Feng Nai still kept his eyes on the shelves. His meaning was obvious, get a few more packages.

Mo Bei started to move again.

The girl next to me came over with a mysterious look on her face: "I didn't expect this little brother to like spicy strips."

"It doesn't match his cold image at all, but I still think he's cuter."

"I also like to eat spicy strips, hehehe, do you want to strike up a conversation and introduce a brand to my little brother?"

While they were saying these words, Mo Bei had already pushed the shopping cart to the front of Feng Nai.

Although you can't see the person's expression through the mask.

But the other party's beautiful peach blossom eyes were smiling at this moment.

It seems that it is not just to make her look good, but because she really likes to eat.

"Captain likes to eat, why don't you go get it yourself?" Mo Bei's voice was very light.

Feng Nai stood beside her tall and tall, looking out of the corner of his eye: "Who said I like to eat, so I bought it for Lin Keng Keng."

"Oh." Obviously, Mo Bei didn't believe it. Linkengkeng didn't like eating such chewy things.

Feng Nai laughed at this time and lowered his eyes with a sense of oppression: "What if I like to eat? I don't eat it because I am concerned about the image of the team. As a captain, you have to worry about the overall situation, understand?"

Mo Bei was calm and felt that there was no need to start this conversation: "Besides spicy strips, what else do you want to eat?"

"On the right, in the dessert area, go and see if there are any pineapple buns made today." After Feng Nai finished speaking, he added: "I like to eat freshly made pineapple buns."

Mo Bei pushed the shopping cart with one hand and walked over.

Feng Nai stood there casually and glanced at the young man who was holding his trouser pocket with one hand and putting the pineapple bun into the car, his eyes clear and hard to distinguish.

After Mo Bei finished buying these, he walked to the fresh vegetable area.

The two people are clearly out of place here.

One person picked vegetables with cold eyes, and the other lazily found a shelf to lean on. The curve of his profile was very handsome even when he was wearing a mask. His long legs were crossed and he was leaning there. It didn’t look like he was here to buy something. Food,

It looks like I'm here to shoot a magazine advertisement.

However, looking at the appearance of a certain great god, it looked like he had never been here before.

He was far away from some smelly things, and his eyebrows were slightly twisted.

Mo Bei thought that this way, he wouldn't notice this place.

Unexpectedly, it was just the opposite: "Don't make tomatoes and eggs, I won't eat them."

Mo Bei didn't listen to him this time. He turned his face sideways and said in a very light mood: "I didn't want to make tomatoes and eggs. I made tomatoes and beef brisket tonight."

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows when he heard this, said nothing, and lowered his head to look at his phone.

A shopping trip down.

The whole car was full.

Probably because he got the spicy strips and pineapple buns he wanted to eat. Even though there were onions on the car that he hated, Feng Nai was not picky, but there was resistance in his eyes.

Originally, Mo Bei thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the person standing next to her reached out and put his arm on her shoulders, then hooked her neck and said lazily and nonchalantly, "Where are you going?"

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