The taste of despair is so bitter.
Mo Nan pressed the door with both hands, his body sank slowly, and his knees just fell to the ground.
Shuai's side face was blocked by the shadow, and his expression could not be seen at all.
A little drop of water hit the ground, branding it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He clenched his fist and slammed it on the door with a loud bang, with a white bandage still wrapped around his wrist.
But now, he doesn't care anymore.
This time, he really regretted it.
It would be nice if it wasn't that much of a favorite.
Then he won't come to play professionally.
He can find a job to support his family with facial paralysis.
Anything is fine.
Like any other brother.
Give her red envelopes when she has money.
Buy her beautiful clips when you go shopping.
Steal what's in her bowl, and then put a rib in her bowl later.
To be able to tell the whole world confidently that that person is called Mo Bei, and he is Mo Nan's younger sister.
These, he has never done.
Three years, training, competition, rarely going home.
I seldom even make phone calls.
Little facial paralysis seems to have learned how to cut potato shreds.
The carrots with small facial paralysis are getting more and more delicate.
These, he will tell him when he listens to his mother's voice.
What he missed and regretted was those times.
Now, the words "on behalf of playing" are branded on his sister.
He can't be her sister's hero.
He even forgot what an older brother should do.
Not reconciled.
I am so unwilling.
"Brother, we will win the national championship together in the future."
"good."
Mo Nan lowered his head and leaned against the door frame, even his shoulders were trembling.
Just then.
His shoulder was suddenly patted.
Mo Nan paused, then turned his head, his eyes were just level.
"My mother said that the more handsome a person is, the less likely he is to cry, especially a professional player." The person who spoke was a little boy wearing a black jacket. He had a delicate appearance, fair skin, and slightly long hair. He's a little guy, but because of that small face, people can't feel the slightest femininity, and he has a small keyboard on his back. He's as cool as a modern chivalrous man, but he wears the nobility of a nobleman. He's so handsome. friend.
When Mo Nan saw the small keyboard behind him, he stopped suddenly, and his eyes shook: "Who are you?"
"Me?" The little boy tapped his face with a tissue.
Feiying who followed couldn't help but said: "I said, Bo little devil! When did you unlock the thing that was locked in my hand! You are such an unfriendly hacker, does your mother know?"
"I didn't deliver you takeaway, how can I be friendly?" The little boy was not in a hurry, and he didn't want to be the reaction he should have at his age.
Feiying felt that he was unlucky.
I used to live well in Bey's apartment.
Why did a little ghost come all of a sudden.
This kid is like an actor.
When knocking on his door, he also told him that he was delivering food.
result!
He fainted as soon as he opened the door, and when he woke up, he saw a little devil using his computer to jump over the wall.
Calling him a little devil is not because he only did one thing.
Instead, he actually said that his surname was Bo, following his mother's surname!
Fuck!
Following the mother's surname, the surname is Bo!
Isn't that the son of Z and the eldest son of the Qin family!
When did those two people create a little devil!
He's old enough to use drugs and cross the firewall!
This is definitely Z's tutor!
Has the young master of the Qin family cared about nothing but doting on his wife all these years!
Where are the children? Don't know how to raise it!
(end of this chapter)