The eSports King's Crush-Chapter 1579
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Chapter 1579: Mo bei.
Translator: 5496903
Old master Feng knew what the Butler wanted to say. π§rπ¦π²wπ¦ππ§oπ·π¦π‘.coπ
He raised his hand and pressed it down.
The Butler kept quiet and did not look back.
Old master Fengβs eyes also had a deeper meaning.
He did not understand what this naer was planning.
However, one thing was for sure. Just like the doctor had said, Beibei was the key to naerβs recovery.
Sometimes, old master Feng would wonder what the problem was. The Feng family paid the most attention to family education, so why would there be problems when it came to his grandson?
He fell sick at the age of five and was so stubborn that people had to send him away.
Old master Feng had also regretted it. If he hadnβt sent na βer to the county back then, there wouldnβt have been such a legacy.
He was very worried that naer would use the imprisonment method to destroy the North, just like that year.
With Beibeiβs intelligence, it was impossible for her not to know about this. Yet, she still protected her.
Old master Feng retracted his gaze. After taking a few steps in the corridor, he stopped and leaned on his Dragon-headed walking stick.βAre they still holding onto beiβs hand injury?β
βItβs not just miss Moβs hand injury. β The Butler couldnβt bear it. βAlso, there are already rumors about young masterβs condition. With his mental state, heβs not suitable to take over the Feng Corporation. Some people also say that heβs not suitable to attend the Milan competition.β
Old master Fengβs back stopped, and he said,ββDidnβt Yi βer come back?β
βThatβs right. Vice President Feng has already arrived at the club. Dark flares is not affected for now. Iβm just afraid that tomorrow, when it comes to the competition system that will bring glory to our country, that person will not show any mercy at all. After all, the rumors are fatal.β
The Butlerβs worry was not without reason.
There were so many people who wanted to be interviewed at the base.
If Feng Yi hadnβt arrived in time, he might have left a handle on them, not to mention mo bei and Feng nai, who were at the heart of the storm.
Tomorrow was destined to be a difficult day.
Old master Feng looked at the crescent moon outside the window.ββThink of a way to convince that person. Let him do it for my sake.β
βYes.β
The Butler had never heard the old Chairman say something like that.
In the past, the old Chairman would have been happy to see this happen.
It was a good thing that young master was not competing anymore.
But now ...
βI thought youβd take advantage of the situation to make young master completely give up on the competition.β
The Butler lowered his eyes.
Old master Feng looked at him, his eyes light. βItβs not that I havenβt thought about it before. Whenever I think about it, I will remember something bei said. β
βMiss mo?β βSomething you said?β the Butler was puzzled.
βIf youβre lucky,β old man Feng said, his eyes flashing slightly,βI hope you can see Black Flame win the championship.β
The Butler paused.
Old master Feng laughed.βWhat that child said might not have been to win the championship in China. She probably wanted to win the World Championship from the very beginning.β
The Butlerβs mouth was agape, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Old master Fengβs voice was still calm.βI objected to my grandsonβs gaming from the beginning. He wanted to win the World Championship. At that time, I didnβt understand and thought it was just a game. Now, Iβm sure youβve seen those two children. What they want to do the most is nothing more than to let the world know that China is strong. Itβs a bit unreasonable for me to be a stumbling block again. β
βBut the people outside donβt think so.β Sometimes, the Butler wondered if he was getting old.βI really canβt understand. Even that person thinks that miss mo is only unwilling to let go because of her popularity.β
After saying that, the Butler shook his head.
Old master Feng didnβt say anything else.
No matter how strong the Feng corporationβs assets were, it wasnβt easy to change anything in the big picture.
Even Feng Yi couldnβt find a breakthrough in her.
βBoss Feng, it still wonβt work?β The Secretary came over with a cup of black coffee and saw the man with the Fox-like smile. He hung up the phone and frowned.
βItβs a little difficult,βFeng Yi stuffed a hand into his pocket.
The long-haired Secretary lowered her eyes.βThe last time you said it was difficult was when God z left and President Qin wasnβt around. During Supreme Allianceβs darkest time, they all requested for God z not to come back. No one explained it for Supreme Alliance and many investors withdrew their funds. However, you still found the source of the voice. This time ...β
βItβs different this time,β Feng Yi took the black coffee.βLogically speaking, that person wouldnβt completely believe in rumors. I donβt know why he doesnβt like the little stoic so much. I suspect that someone must have said something to him face to face, making him fundamentally reject the little stoic.β
βThen what should we do?β The long-haired Secretary was anxious, and her face was a little pale.
Feng Yi looked at her, and after a while, he placed his hand on her head and rubbed it back and forth. βDonβt worry, there will always be a way. β fπ³β―β―π¬πππ§oΞ½πΖ.cππ’
Even though he said so.
But Feng Yi hadnβt thought of the details yet.
He had received too many rejections. The other side seemed to be afraid of interference and simply didnβt even pick up the phone.
What was going on?
The little stoic should also be very clear on this herself.
In such a situation.
Feng Yi was really worried that her original intentions would change.
Fortunately, there was the vampire Castle instance dungeon.
However, no one would know.
Mo bei, who was lying on the bed, had her thoughts tossed and turned as her hand brushed against the handsome face next to her.
I canβt stop here.
She wanted to go to that place with him.
Even though everyone was saying that she was not worthy and that he was sick.
Mo bei closed her eyes and clasped his hand with her fingers, quietly feeling the warmth. Gradually, sleepiness came over her, followed by light breathing.
Feng nai woke up at this time. He first glanced at his hand that was being held, then shifted his gaze up to that clean and handsome face.
When she was asleep, she would appear particularly well-behaved, without the cold and cheerless air. She would not move at all, and only her pale lips would be slightly open.
Feng NAIβs gaze stayed there for a few seconds, then he pressed his handsome face against it.
The light sweetness was like a lemon candy between oneβs teeth, making one more addicted.
Her hands, which were hanging by her side, clenched into fists.
When he left, his breathing became heavier.
After Feng nai sensed the change in himself, he immediately distanced himself.
He was trying to suppress something.
If he couldnβt suppress it, he would lose.
The result of losing was that he would come back.
He couldnβt afford to lose, and he didnβt intend to lose.
Feng nai straightened his body and looked up at the ceiling.
He would prove to this woman that he was not the only one who could play in the game. He could also ...
The moonlight gradually dimmed.
Other than the street lights that were still on, every house returned to silence.
The balance was broken the next day.
βBrother, have you told dad?β
It was the sound of a girl on the phone.
Very quickly, there was a reply.βIβve told you. Donβt worry. With dad around, a contestant like mo bei wonβt be able to participate in the Milan competition.β
βIβm just afraid that dad will have scruples about the Feng family. β
The man picked up his briefcase and said,ββDonβt you know what kind of person dad is? in the face of right and wrong, no oneβs relationship matters.β
βTrojan horse! Brother, youβre right!β The girl tilted her head. Her ponytail swayed slightly.βDad is the fairest. People like mo bei wonβt have a good time in front of him.β
The man frowned slightly.βWhere did you learn that tone? girls shouldnβt be like that. These things will only happen once. Donβt look at it again in the future. Itβs so vicious.β
βAlright, alright. Iβm the same. I donβt want to see a piece of rat sh * t affect the competition. I wonβt watch it in the future. Itβs mainly because mo bei is really annoying. I have no choice.β
The man accepted her explanation.βI just want some attention. After all, thatβs Milan. Alright, letβs not talk about it anymore. Dad should be done. Weβre going over now.β
βAlright ...β
The girl replied sweetly and hung up in satisfaction. Her eyes slowly revealed a sinister look.
She placed her fingers on the keyboard. She couldnβt wait to share the results with her online friends.
Every time, bey acted as if nothing had happened.
This time, it should end.
Hypocritical and pretentious, it was an insult to the esports they loved.






