The eSports King’s Crush

Feng Nai frowned, slid the phone and locked it.

Then he closed his eyes and let the makeup artist work on his face.

In fact, neither of them needed to wear makeup.

It's just a slight touch up and a hair style.

Of course, costumes are also prepared for the show.

The director actually thinks Feng Nai's own private server is fine.

After all, Young Master Feng, a man who can be photographed in magazines with just a poke, even the most inconspicuous bracelet on his wrist is expensive.

Compared with these, what the program provides is really cheap.

But Mo Bei was different.

Not because it doesn't look good.

After all, if Mo Bei just wears a white shirt, he can feel the cool breeze.

There won't be any character problems.

But one look in the director's eyes showed that he was definitely a senior beauty fan.

At least three sets of clothes were prepared for Mo Bei.

When Mo Bei stood in front of the mirror, his young body was put on a dark suit jacket with a white T-shirt underneath. His side face had a cold and transparent complexion, as if it were fine porcelain jade, which made people look at it. Want to watch again.

Sure enough, she, Nan Shen, was just as she thought, and she was most suitable to wear this kind of abstinence-style suit.

Two people stand together.

It really goes well together.

Feng Nai was half a head taller than Mo Bei.

A careless laziness.

A meticulous and clear person.

Just this kind of picture, when I do those interactions, it still touches people's hearts.

The director took a deep breath, and she couldn't help but want to start quickly.

At this time, I don’t know who said something.

"Director Wu, Leng Shen and the others are here."

There was some faint turmoil again backstage.

Cold God?

Mo Bei's eyebrows twisted slightly.

The one Huan Leng her brother knew?

It seems that things are not as simple as recording a show.

The thought just crossed her mind.

There were people walking in surrounded by people over there.

The man was still wearing a battle uniform, his hair was pure black, and his nose was very straight. He seemed to be of mixed race. Because he was too tall, he could be seen at a glance.

Mo Bei's eyes began to darken as the man approached.

But nothing could be seen on his face.

The mood is still so light that no one can see anything wrong with it.

But only Mo Bei knew.

This person had seen her brother wearing a skirt that day.

And he is different from Feng Nai.

Feng Nai had never been in contact with her brother before.

We couldn't meet more than a few times.

In school, it's probably just because they are the boss.

But they never fought.

Calling the cold is different.

He and her brother trained together.

He is even more her brother than Lu Yifan.

It's just that Huan Leng doesn't know her existence.

That kind of people.

How could she avoid being exposed in front of him?

Mo Bei's hands hanging in the sleeves of his suit tightened slightly.

In the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to have not changed at all. Her figure was slender and elegant, and her eyes were very light.

In fact, she was wondering how to deal with it.

Fortunately, her brother said that the last time Huan Leng saw him wearing a skirt, she already didn't want to see him again.

This time if she doesn't take the initiative to speak.

That person probably wouldn't speak either.

However, there are still some unexpected places.

Just another person.

"Mo Nan, hey, we meet again. This time you are more normal. Don't tell me, you look quite handsome in a suit."

Mo Bei didn't know the person who spoke.

But seeing that man following Huan Leng, and the uniform of the same color he was wearing, it was not difficult to determine his identity.

But, who is this...

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