The eSports King’s Crush

Xiao Nai Lin's round cat eyes fell on Mo Bei's body.

Before you get the phone, you can also condone the girl first.

But before he could speak.

Mo Bei put down the water glass and said in a calm voice, "Why did you call me little brother just now?"

This question caught Xiao Nailin off guard.

Could it be that he was really overthinking it?

Xiao Nailin was a little dizzy and could only tell the truth: "Because I have a little brother and a little sister who look exactly the same."

"That's a coincidence." Mo Bei seemed to have no idea about this, his mood did not change.

Xiao Nailin scratched her hair and didn't understand. I really didn't understand.

Mo Bei glanced at the little man and thought it was almost done.

At this time, Mother Mo, who was chatting with Master Gu, spoke in such a low voice for some reason.

Still she heard it.

Mother Mo turned her chair around, with a look of surprise on her face: "Exactly the same? Same as Beibei? Baby, do you know our Mo Nan?"

Mo Nan? This is indeed my little brother’s name!

Xiao Nai Lin nodded, her eyes sparkling again: "Yes, we know you!"

Mo Bei didn't like talking to begin with, and he didn't want to talk now.

It's hard to guard against your own mother. This sentence couldn't be more appropriate to apply to Mo Bei.

as expected.

One old and one young, it’s like they met each other too late.

Mother Mo: "Xiaoba, you told me earlier that you knew our boy Nan. Aren't they all relatives?"

Feng Lin: "Auntie, you can call me Xiao Nailin."

Mother Mo: "Xiao Nailin, how do you know our Ganan boy?"

Feng Lin: "I once went to look for my brother and came across a group of people fighting. The little brother was so handsome that he beat them all away and even sent me to school when I was lost."

Mother Mo: "Fight? This bastard is still so impulsive!"

Feng Lin: "My little brother is not impulsive. He is always cold, but he is handsome and gentle and even makes cakes for me."

The more Mother Mo listened, the more she frowned: "Cold? Very gentle? Making cakes? This is not us..."

"Mom." Mo Bei reminded calmly: "How long are you going to ignore Mr. Gu?"

Gu Wu, who was specially invited, smiled at this time. He had good-looking eyes and was wearing a slim-fitting white suit. He showed a bit of gentleness for no reason: "It doesn't matter, don't worry about me."

He agreed to come because Gu Wu had watched Mo Bei's cooking video a long time ago.

That's what he saw on the intranet of a technical school.

Just one glance, and it seems that I will never forget it again.

Probably that person's technique is too beautiful.

Whether they are handling the ingredients or stir-frying and arranging the dishes, those long and white hands make people feel that they can appreciate the beauty while watching people cooking.

It's a pity that the video was only less than a minute long.

It was later deleted.

He had always wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of person he was.

Only then can you have such a method.

Fast but not chaotic, and stable enough not to look like a new student.

Unfortunately, it was only after he went to that technical school that he discovered that the other party had already graduated.

And where the other party went, the school didn't know.

Because this person applied for an internship on his own and did not go through the process from the school.

The only information Gu Wu got from the school was that her name was Mo Bei.

I thought I just missed it.

Unexpectedly, he met Mother Mo...

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