"He? Who?" The psychologist wanted to capture something.

Feng Nai's fingers streaked: "The medicine you prescribe is good to use as a prop."

Props? Even the psychologist can’t understand the relationship between them for a while, and is preparing to ask more questions.

Feng Nai interrupted his thoughts: "I heard that every time you see me, you will go to the old man and ask for three days to rest for mental recovery."

Psychologist:...I don’t know how to start because you are twisted!

"You can rest today." Feng Nai held his trouser bag with one hand and looked up at the rest room. The figure reflected from the frosted glass made him curl up his thin lips: "What do I really want to do, you can't stop me."

The psychologist looked at the phone call he was hung up and his head hurt. He didn't know how to give back to the old man, so he could only say the truth.

After hearing this, Mr. Feng asked: "From your profession, has he improved or worsened?"

The psychiatrist paused: "It's hard to say."

But he understood one thing. The eldest young master of the Feng family had always known what he was planning. For so long, he cooperated with the treatment to make the elderly feel at ease. However, such a defensive treatment would not have any effect at all.

After all, it is natural paranoid.

After thinking about this, the psychologist said: "You have said before that the cause of his disease was because of a girl. Now that the girl is back, some of her mood will be broken. The young master is so obsessed with someone, he may do extreme behaviors. If the other party is afraid of escaping, the young master will also notice that the young master has always been smart. So far, I can't even interpret what he looks like. It's hard to give you a satisfactory answer."

"I know my own grandson, I don't blame you." Mr. Feng has always been calm, otherwise he would not be able to support the entire Feng family.

What this old man is most proud of is that he has a grandson who can pass on his career philosophy.

But the same is true for him, his grandson.

In the past, he had nothing in his eyes.

Now he has only one person in his eyes and doesn't know how to like it. Apart from disguise, he rarely has true nature. What Mr. Feng is afraid of is that he will fall into his own world and tie himself up.

The psychologist understood his concern and said, "Would you like to do some measures in advance? It would be easy to keep someone from the Feng family, but I think I wouldn't care about these people. He is a kind and rare good girl. But if the young master finds it boring one day, he will destroy the person himself, just like the toy he dismantled when he was a child."

This is also the thing Mr. Feng is most worried about, because no one knows when his interest will disappear.

"Is there any specific treatment?" Mr. Feng reached out and pressed his eyebrows: "I will ask him to cooperate."

The psychologist stopped and said, "The young master has always cooperated in the treatment, but in his opinion, it is probably a game to talk to me. He knew very well that every time I asked him about the purpose, I also exposed my psychological hints. Now the only way is to let that girl cooperate with him for treatment. But for such a disease, even my family will be afraid of it. That girl is too kind and will definitely not be able to accept this darkness, or if she will show sympathy at that time, it is possible..."

"Bibei won't." Mr. Feng interrupted him: "That child, I have confidence."

The psychologist paused. After all, as far as he knew, the other party was just a girl who had just turned 19, so how could Mr. Feng trust him so much?

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, wealthy families will not take other people's wishes seriously.

But because the other party is Mr. Feng, the psychologist is more inclined to the former: "Then I will start making arrangements immediately."

I just hope that girl is not too kind.

Otherwise, I can't hold on at all.

Obviously, there are always many people who have misunderstandings about Mo Bei.

She is indeed gentle and tolerant enough, but pure white kindness?

impossible.

Along the way, the scars have not healed yet, so how could there be only kindness?

After changing her clothes, putting away her cell phone, and when she came out again, the scimitar had already returned to her.

She didn't see some words.

Some people said: "Mo Nan and Mo Bei shouldn't have appeared on the court again. There are so many dramas, so I should have let Mr. Wan govern them long ago."

Someone else said: "This time Mo Nan will kill another zero kill, and I am looking forward to it."

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, stroked his slender fingers across the buttons of his shirt, and buttoned the cuffs. When he came out, he was already elegant.

I'm afraid there will never be anyone in the world who is more suitable for wearing white shirts than Mobei.

He is not feminine at all, nor is he too hard, but he is a gentleman who is touched by the frost of early winter.

This made Feng Nai's eyes darker, and a faint aura emerged.

Mo Bei stopped moving, turned sideways, and looked at him.

Before Feng Nai could calm down his floating violence, she had already grabbed his hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's time to drink medicine?"

Drink medicine?

He hadn't even tasted this thing.

Mo Bei also noticed his impatience, took out a medicine in his hand, then lowered his head and bit it, then raised his left hand and pressed the back of his neck, and sent the medicine over.

Mo Bei did this series of actions very quickly, and just fed a medicine. He also took out the candy in his pocket, took out the candy paper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feng Nai lost his temper when he was coaxed by that candy.

The mint smelled, only the tip of the tongue was a little sweet, and the man's faint air conditioning remained.

This made Feng Nai's anger dissipate a lot, and he returned to the harmless appearance of humans and animals. His eyes were lazy like a wisp of morning mist that had not yet dissipated: "Where did you learn the trick?"

Learn? Mo Bei held his wrist and his voice was faint: "Let you take medicine without learning."

"Oh?" Feng Nai looked like a candy with a tip of his tongue, and was a scumbag. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses with chains really made his appearance more attractive.

Mo Bei saw that he liked it and reached out to pluck his messy black hair.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows. A young lady is getting more and more greedy. Do you think of him as that stupid Satsuma touching?

"Does your hair grow longer?" Mo Bei wanted to ask this question since he saw him at the high-speed rail station.

Feng Nai didn't care: "Probably."

People with good-looking faces really don’t pick on hairstyles.

Mo Bei thought, just about to pull his hand.

Feng Nai held her again: "I see that your hair is almost the same. When you played the game yesterday, didn't you cover your eyes?"

"Somewhat." It is indeed affected when you lower your head.

Feng Nai looked at her frowning and suddenly smiled.

Someone always shows emotions about irregular trivial matters, and it turns out to be a little old-fashioned.

"What are you laughing at?" Just as Mo Bei asked this.

Feng Nai had already raised his hand: "Turn over."

"Huh?" Although Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he did as he said. After all, Senior Lin said that some things should be done with a decent attitude.

Feng Nai lowered her eyes and looked at her head, obviously doing something she was not very good at.

What Mo Bei could feel was that his hair was gathered up.

"It's not long enough." Feng Nai's hand fell back.

Mo Bei looked at the thing in his hand, the black hair rope, she took it over and tied it casually, Mizuka was handsome: "So?"

Feng Nai looked at her and spit out two words for a while: "Pick it."

Mo Bei didn't plan to listen to him this time, after all, it was indeed more convenient to tie it up.

Feng Nai regretted it a little. He didn't want someone else to see this way.

But as we all know, what Mo Bei believes can always make people coaxed in the end.

What's more, the little demon Bo and Linkengkeng have both returned. Feng Nai wants to be a demon, but he has to wait for everyone to be gone.

But, it doesn't matter.

Feng Nai stood there, his eyes flashing and darkening. He waited until the game ended and she handed herself over to him. No matter what he wanted to do, he would do it.

But before this, we still have to deal with some things well.

Feng Nai slipped open the page of the phone, and only one message was displayed on it: "The market value of the Xu family began to fall, and everything was continuing as the young master said."

After reading it, Feng Nai only replied: "Give me evidence of other people playing counterfeit games, the faster the better."

"Xu Yiwan has a high sense of prevention in this regard. She always meets and talks with people, and we are also looking for breakthroughs." It is not a matter of strength, but no one is willing to admit that he is a fake game. No matter how much money he spends, it is useless. There is also public opinion, they can't control it. Some people always try to defeat Miss Mo, which has nothing to do with Xu Yiwan. It is usually like to dig out black materials and find flaws, because in their minds, bey who cannot make a left-field field is not worthy of being called a god at all, let alone saying that he is the former successor of the Imperial Alliance. This is to ride on the popularity. They like the Imperial Alliance, which does not mean that they like bey, and they may even feel disgusted.

These are not black, but natural emotions.

But this kind of emotion will become a whirlpool after it spreads.

They didn't say it, they were worried about what the boss did.

Feng Nai couldn't not know it, and at the same time he also understood that since he knew it, it means that everyone participating in the competition knew it.

That's true.

The selected professional players will take the designated bus to the stadium.

Before boarding the bus, someone came over and seemed to hit Mo Nan viciously without intention.

Mo Nan hung a pair of black headphones around his neck, and was hit on his shoulder suddenly, and the ID in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"The reaction is quite fast." The man glanced at him: "The finals are becoming more and more casual. People like you can still choose. I hope you can react faster on the field and don't drag me down. I can be the one who needs to be qualified."

Mo Nan also understood what he meant. This person would be in the same team as him. If he had such a teammate, he would stand there and couldn't tell what he was thinking.
To be continued...