The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 993: Demolition Of The North Of Naitai

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To prevent the old man from talking to someone while he is away.

Feng Nai didn't move, just holding one's trousers in one hand, standing there with great beauty.

Mr. Feng laughed: "Why, are you afraid I won't succeed if I eat yours?"

"Of course I'm afraid. After all, Grandpa has been eating people and not spitting bones." Feng Nai said casually.

Father Feng endured and forbeared before knocking the leading crutch on his grandson.

Mo Bei did it for him, patted his hand on Feng Nai's back, and his voice was still weak: "Don't make the old man angry."

Feng Na raised an eyebrow. Someone didn't understand. He was blocking the knife for her.

Why has she been tearing down his desk since she came in?

Mr. Feng's mood is getting better and better.

Especially when he saw the teenager blasting his grandson to the study.

Mr. Feng was gentle even when he was playing chess, and didn't deliberately make things difficult.

After all, under his influence, young people now play chess better and better.

It was originally just for the convenience of talking.

Who knows, Mr. Feng found that the boy sitting opposite him was unexpectedly good.

"Do you usually play chess at home?" Asked Mr. Feng.

Mo Bei ate a car and replied, "I can't get home, I always play in the park early."

"Slide early?" Mr. Feng chuckled. "Your young man is called morning exercise, right?"

Mo Bei put the chess pieces in place, his eyebrows remained unchanged: "Everything is the same."

Mr. Feng did not know that Mo Beiping's hobbies and interests were the same as those of old cadres.

When at home.

Every day at 7 o'clock, I will definitely go to the nearby park and play Tai Chi with the uncles who play Tai Chi.

Even when playing chess, the uncles were understaffed. They were looking for Mo Beimin, but the more they played, the more they played the game. The thinking mode was originally comprehensive, and gradually Mo Bei's chess skills followed.

Grandpa Feng has not been so comfortable with anyone for a long time.

His grandson would occasionally come to accompany him one or two.

The rest made the chess too obvious.

Gradually, Mr. Feng also became less boring when talking.

Now this plate.

Mr. Feng is really serious.

The housekeeper can see it.

Because the hot water was added twice to the tea cup, their old chairman was still attentive, occasionally pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were on the chessboard.

"How do you think of taking this step?" Father Feng smiled and clicked on the chess record with his fingers. "Go here, you win, silly boy."

Mo Bei's voice was light: "My teacher taught me before, and when I meet a respected elder, I have to lose once. I respect you so I lose once and make you happy."

Father Feng paused for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "It turned out to be coaxing me."

"Um." Mo Bei's eyes were serious.

Mr. Feng looked at the face so clean that he could almost see the fluff.

Forget it, he did not care about the two children.

The way forward, who can say clearly in the future.

"You should also see it. I put Nair away just to talk to you about something." Mr. Feng closed the **** and stood up with a cane, slackened cryptically. Feng's family was not so enlightened, and even if Nair went the wrong way, we wouldn't object ... "

(End of this chapter)