The eSports King’s Crush

in the game.

When Feng Nai casually walked over.

This massacre is over.

So Feng Nai didn't see Mo Bei's operation.

But even so.

Three kills hang there.

It doesn't seem like a result at this level.

Feng Nai's eyes flashed, and the words were just one sentence: "Little brother, are you playing trumpet?"

"Yeah." Mo Bei put on his earphones, turned his right hand over his back, frowned slightly, and quickly ended the game.

Feng Nai acted like a cute girl: "It's really amazing, little brother, what's your size?"

Mo Bei did not answer this question, but asked casually: "Why didn't you turn on the voice today?"

I was yelling for help the whole time yesterday.

Although I died many times today, it was too quiet.

Feng Nai's slender fingers paused, and replied: "My brother is sleeping, it's not good to disturb him."

"Your brother……"

Feng Nai seemed to want to say something.

Finally, he paused, and said in a calm voice, "Forget it, I will come to school to find your brother later, and don't go to the back playground."

Feng Nai leaned back lazily, a little curious: "Why?"

"It's nothing." Mo Bei felt that it was not good to talk about fighting with a little milk baby. Thinking of his master's teachings, he hesitated again, trying to keep his tone natural and not so cold: "Go to sleep, okay."

Feng Nai's fingers froze again.

After all, this time is different from before.

It's the audio version...

Feng Nai rolled his eyes, just about to reply.

"Brother, brother! Shampoo ran into my eyes! Help me! Help me! Woooooooooooo!"

In the bathroom, Nailin was rubbing her eyes, her wet black hair was curled up, and she was pretending to cry.

Feng Nai's legs were already long, and he pulled out a bath towel with one hand, and he could pick him up in one step. The brother's movements were not so gentle.

However, Nailin was saved, and after the bubbles in his eyes were wiped clean, the little adult breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the sofa wearing shorts, his brother wouldn't let him sit on the bed, and his own brother wouldn't let him sit on the bed, hum!

Still little brother!

Thinking about it, Xiao Nailin took the phone over and was about to send a message.

What's this!

This this……

"Brother!" Nailin had just finished taking a shower, her face was white and tender: "Why is there such a chat record, I obviously didn't talk to my little brother today!"

Feng Nai was just rushing to catch people, but forgot to press the undo button, and now he was blocked by Linkengkeng, so he glanced condescendingly at his brother: "Student Linkengeng, did you forget, who told me to Did you reply to the message for him?"

Hearing this, Xiaonai grabbed her hair and tapped her little finger on the screen: "That didn't make you say so much, you still have a game appointment with your little brother, and why do you call him that? , brother, you are the same age as the little brother, and you are still called the little brother."

Feng Nai clasped his hands together, and leaned to the side with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Lin Keng Keng, I'll help you reply to the message. I'm you. Of course I have to imitate your tone. Why? Do you still think there's a problem?"

After all, Nailin is still innocent.

In addition, his brother's attitude is too righteous.

"Okay..." Xiao Nailin originally thought that he would be able to chat with his little brother after he came out, but now it's all gone: "In the future, I will send news from my little brother, so don't help me back."

Feng Nai's attitude was casual, and he let out a "hmm" indifferently.

Nailin poked her little finger there, but didn't pay attention to the light flashing across his brother's eyes...