What do you want to do

Being scratched by Zeno's palm, Feng Mo's body stiffened and his back straightened, and then he felt that the little hand held in his hand was no longer playing tricks, so he relaxed his body slightly so that his back wouldn't collapse so tightly.

Zeno tilted his head, glanced at Guo Yang, then rubbed his body, lying directly on Feng Mo's back, resting with half-closed eyes.

He was stuffy, uncomfortable, and getting colder.

Feng Mo sat there with his body stiff again.

This is how Guo Yang saw Feng Mo.

The forehead twitched, his face was expressionless, and his lips were tightly pressed. Although that look was cool, he found it particularly funny.

It's tense?He could feel how stiff Marshal Feng's body was, he half twisted his body, holding Zeno's hand with both hands, and then Zeno leaned against his back.

"Cough." He coughed lightly to relieve the burst of laughter that was about to rush out of his throat, in exchange for Feng Mo's cold look as a warning.

"Or you can send him back first, and we can talk about it tomorrow." He kindly helped Feng Mo out of the siege, it was so funny that he was afraid that he couldn't help it.

Feng Mo shook his head, took the pen and paper in his hand and drew a simple picture, tapped with the tip of the pen, and small dots appeared one by one.

"The gymnasium in the courtyard has been expanded to an independent basketball hall for playing games. The basketball team selection will be held there at the beginning of next month. You will go to the gymnasium teacher to finalize the time tomorrow."

Guo Yang nodded, then looked at Feng Mo puzzled, and asked, "Isn't this Longlong's job? Why did you let me go?"

"He has to solicit sponsors. Competitions cost money. You are in charge of this, don't you know? Otherwise, you can go solicit sponsorships and communicate with the teacher." Feng Mo looked at Guo Yang like an idiot, with a disgusted tone The expression is disdainful.

Guo Yang twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head quickly, "I'm not going, Longlong is more eloquent than me. Speaking of Marshal Feng, weren't you the one who asked for sponsorship before? Even the principal said you should be sure about sponsorship. .”

Feng Mo snorted, and pouted in Longlong's direction, telling him to turn his head to look.

Longlong was already surrounded by a man and two women who had just shown their love to Feng Mo. Judging by his expression, he must have encountered some difficult things.

"The student council president of Xiamen University seems to like to find matches for their basketball team. Ever since they lost the provincial competition last time, they have been wanting to play against our school team again. Longlong is probably going to have a headache." Guo Yang Laughing, fortunately he is not the vice president, otherwise I'm afraid he will be annoyed to death.

Feng Mo snorted disapprovingly, his expression seemed to say that the result of the game was the same, and his opponent was defeated.

"You guys decide on the time early and tell Longlong that Xiamen University can play if they want to. After the new player selection, as long as their basketball team players have the courage to come, it is not impossible to play a friendship league." His arrogant look is not a day After two days, Guo Yang has long been used to it.

He nodded to show that he had written it down, and looked up at Feng Mo Nunuzui, "Are you asleep? Take him back, Marshal Feng...uh...well, I won't say more."

Feng Mo snorted and turned around to wake up Zeno, but as soon as he moved, Zeno got up and looked at him with half-opened eyes.

"Can we go?"

"Yeah," Feng Mo nodded, watching as Zeno frowned and reached out to put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, "Have you got a low-grade fever?" Is the temperature in his hand too high, or is it that Zeno's temperature is too low, Why is it cold to the touch?

Zeno tilted his head, rubbed his forehead in his warm palm, pouted involuntarily, and muttered, "It's just cold, I want to go back to sleep."

"Go, I'll take you back." Feng Mo stood up and pulled him up, "Guo Yang, tell Longlong that I'm not coming back."

Guo Yang nodded and watched them leave.

Zi Nuo followed Feng Mo to the parking lot, then consciously got into the car and put on his seat belt, tilting his head to look at him, "Didn't you pay the bill today? If you don't come back, who will pay?"

Feng Mo paused as he inserted the key, and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Don't you know that there is a thing called a bank card in this world? It can be used to swipe the card for consumption."

"..." Zeno pursed his lips and turned his head away from him.

"What, are you angry?" Feng Mo turned his head to look at Zeno, who was leaning on the back of the chair with half-opened eyes, while driving the car steadily, and raised his eyebrows.

It's so funny, every time I'm angry at him in two words, now I can say angry at this brat who lacks expression, it's really a sense of accomplishment.

"I'm not angry, and it's not you. I always lose my temper, yelling and practicing my voice when I have nothing to do." Zeno turned his face and looked at him expressionlessly.

"..." Feng Mo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, took a deep breath, and told himself not to be angry, and if he got angry, he would provoke this brat.

Zeno raised his eyebrows, snorted and turned back to look forward, muttering in his heart, it's uncertain who is angry.

There was no words all the way, because Zeno was too lazy to talk, he was sleepy.

Feng Mo didn't want to find anger by himself, so the two of them lived in peace during the half-hour drive back.

After driving the car directly to the downstairs of the dormitory, Feng Mo turned his head to look at Qino, seeing that his eyes were closed and he didn't know if he was asleep or awake.

Zeno's eyelashes trembled slightly. Although he was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, he could feel the heat emanating from the people around him, and his ears couldn't help but feel hot. Slowly, slowly, under Feng Mo's gaze, his ears became warm. became red.

Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, leaned over and grinned wickedly, raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose.

"Hmm!" Zeno felt very uncomfortable being pinched by him, and opened his eyes angrily to stare at him, "Let go!"

He raised his hand and slapped Feng Mo's hand away, with a strong force, and there was a snap.

Feng Mo didn't care about the little pain, he withdrew his hand and looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to let me carry you back to my dormitory to sleep, or are you going to get off the car and go back to your dormitory to sleep?"

Zi Nuo twitched the corner of his mouth, opened the car door and went down, slammed the car door back with a slam, and then entered the dormitory building without looking back.

What a joke, although Feng Mo's bed is very comfortable and he enjoys sleeping, but he and Feng Mo are not close enough to sleep together in the same bed.

Feng Mo gave a low laugh, and took out the buzzing and vibrating cell phone to connect it, "What are you doing, didn't you say you can't go back?"

Longlong yelled at the phone, "Are you kidding me, Nuonuo, who has been with you all this time to show his face, come back quickly, how many people are waiting for you."

Feng Mo frowned, he didn't really like so many people getting together to say one sentence after another, Feng Mo just felt annoyed listening to those compliments.

"No, I'll go back to the dormitory to sleep." Feng Mo didn't care about Longlong's expression, he hung up the call, threw the phone on the passenger seat, and then drove back to the dormitory.

Longlong glanced at Guo Yang, then turned his head to look at Cao Yuan who was sitting next to him, and frowned, "Master President said he wants to go back to the dormitory to sleep, tsk, you can handle those girls."

There are advantages and disadvantages of not sealing ink anymore.

The advantage is that Feng Mo is a luminous body, no matter where he goes, he can attract the attention of girls, and then many girls who take the initiative will come to show his favor to him, and they can feast their eyes on him.

The downside is...with Feng Mo not around, those girls would come to show their favor, but...

Longlong looked at a sophomore junior sitting next to him, took a deep breath, tried to maintain the demeanor that a vice president should have, and said with a slightly cramped smile: "This junior, you squeeze Follow me."

After Longlong said this, Cao Yuan, who was opposite him, burst out laughing, and then he twitched with laughter when he saw the expression of the junior.

"Vice President, it's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move." The student didn't move, not because he didn't wink and didn't move, but because there was a senior from the Propaganda Department sitting next to him, talking to Guo Yang, if he If he moved, he would be next to the senior sister, and he didn't want to smell of perfume all over his body.

Longlong raised his eyes to look over, sighed, then stood up and said to them: "You guys are playing, I'll go back first, Guo Yang!" "A few students still have classes tomorrow morning, so don't drive them crazy too late."

Guo Yang nodded and waved to him.

"Senior, can you give me a ride?" The junior looked up at Longlong with expectant eyes.

Longlong shrugged and shook his phone, "I'm not driving, someone picked it up."

"Oh, forget it." The elementary school boy pouted, he thought he could get in touch with the vice president more.

Longlong smiled at him, then turned and left.

After standing in front of the hall and waiting for about 10 minutes, a black high-end car slowly stopped in front of him, he stretched out his hand to open the door, turned to the man driving and said: "You are late, I have a runny nose from the cold. "

"You're stupid, who do you want to blame for freezing outside?" The man raised his eyebrows, reached out and took his hand and shook it, "Go home or go back to school."

"Going back to school, I will live in the dormitory during this time, the basketball team will select new players at the beginning of next month, and there will be a friendly match, so busy." Longlong sighed, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The man turned his head and glanced at him, then continued to look ahead and drive, "Where's that brat Feng Mo? Isn't he the president of the student union? Why are you, the deputy, busier than him?"

As soon as Feng Mo was mentioned, Longlong raised his head and rolled his big eyes towards the roof of the car.

"Feng Yu, why didn't you tell me that Feng Mo is a second generation?" He tilted his head and looked at the man driving with a serious expression.

"I thought you knew." Feng Yu shrugged, his tone very flat.

In fact, I don't blame Feng Yu. After all, Longlong and Feng Mo high school belong to the same school. Mo doesn't care about spending money, otherwise the dormitory wouldn't be made like that by him.

but! !He really didn't know that Feng Mo was a second generation, could it be that he was too stupid?No, no, I can only say that Feng Mo hides it too well.

In the past, the cognition of those second generations could not be equated with Feng Mo, who made Feng Dashuai always play cards out of common sense.

"By the way, Feng Mo seems to have taken a fancy to a primary school boy, and it's not that he's a fan, but he just cares about him." Longlong pouted, turned around and took the bag that the man threw in the back seat, opened it and looked at it , stunned, "Who are you preparing this for?"

Taking out two condoms of different flavors from it, Longlong looked at the man with a half-smile.