The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei's originally averted gaze could not prevent someone from deliberately bringing it up.

His gaze stayed on that man's face for a few seconds.

The only word that comes to mind is probably "see no evil".

Then, with a calm expression, he reached out, picked up the piece of bread on the dinner plate, and put it against Feng Nai's thin lips.

"Captain, it's time for you to eat something."

The voice was neither cold nor cold.

Like feeding a domestic cat.

The two people were originally sitting facing each other, with a dining table in between.

Feng Nai took the piece of bread in his mouth, but did not move his eyes away from Mo Bei's face, looking at the obvious cold restraint of a certain young brother, and the eyes that avoided him again.

Let Feng Nai curl up his lips and smile.

Will there ever be a time when this little brother, Lin Keng Keng, doesn’t know how to face him?

Mo Bei is currently doing psychological profiling of a certain great god, just to do some analysis, but she found that people with feline attributes are indeed unpredictable.

Like, what is he laughing about right now?

Cat, Cat and Bear were watching inexplicably.

He felt that their boss should take some medicine instead of eating something. He was laughing out of nowhere. This had never happened to him before.

Moreover, those two people are getting closer and closer.

His brother actually took the initiative to touch the boss's head? initiative?

The cats, cats and bears looked a little dumbfounded.

Not to mention what it felt like when Feng Nai, who was drinking milk with his eyes downcast, was suddenly touched.

His movements were frozen there.

But that person was still muttering to himself with an ascetic look on his face: "Sure enough, I'm a germophobe."

Cat, Mao, and Xiong wanted to say, brother, the boss is not mysophobic, he is probably frightened by your sudden enthusiasm.

Why did you take the initiative to touch the boss’s head?

Mo Bei didn't explain, but lowered his eyes as if thinking.

However, Feng Nai seemed to have realized something. He turned his eyes sideways and glanced in the direction of Cat, Cat and Bear.

A casual warning, but Cat, Cat and Bear managed to keep silent!

After Mo Bei collected the "symptoms", he stood up.

If someone is leaving, there is no need for Feng Nai to stay here. After all, he has no habit of eating breakfast.

As the two of them walked, Feng Nai said, "Want to help me overcome it?"

Mo Bei said "Yeah": "Severe mysophobia is also a kind of psychological reaction."

So serious? Feng Nai endured it again and again before he controlled the smile on his lips: "Then how are you going to help me overcome it?"

It would be best if you give her a kiss, a hug, a lift or something, he won't refuse.

Mo Bei looked at him, his black and white eyes were very clear, and he said inexplicably: "Do you like fish?"

Feng Nai only remembered what he said: "I don't like it."

It turned out to be.

He's standing next to someone in an apron and watching someone pick up a fish?

Feng Nai's handsome face showed an obvious unwillingness to stay here.

A pair of eyes were filled with rejection.

Mo Bei looked at him: "Do you feel dirty?"

Feng Nai said nothing and gave someone a look.

Mo Bei took the fish again and moved closer to him.

Feng Nai took a step back.

Mo Beiqing said with a smile on his face: "It should be okay."

"What can I do?" Feng Nai had a very bad feeling in his heart.

Mo Bei raised his eyes: "I'm making boiled fish for lunch today. Please help me remove the fish scales."

Remove the fish scales, that slimy stuff? It would be better to kill him, Feng Nai was about to refuse. "

Mo Bei held his wrist and leaned a little closer. He could smell the clear lemon scent: "It won't be so dirty if you get over it slowly..."

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