Tonight was probably the hardest.
Bo Jiu stood in the dark, unable to see her expression clearly: "What do you mean by being safe for the time being?"
"Hand injury for too long, coupled with bone fracture and dislocation, may also have problems with the nerve line." Grandpa the housekeeper is still wearing a retro suit, with white hair, and he doesn't look like a doctor at all, but starting from the professional field, he Indeed top-notch: "It takes at least three months of recuperation."
Bo Jiuchu's fingers froze once: "It's impossible for Bei to agree to cultivate for so long. According to her character, even if her hand will be destroyed in this Milan International Competition, she will fight."
"The young master can only persuade her to come again next year." The voice of the housekeeper's grandfather also dropped a little.
Bo Jiu raised her eyes, her eyes were black and bottomless: "Next year? For an e-sports player, there are really not many next years. She has been waiting for three years and nine months."
"The young master also knows that some things are just like this." The grandpa the housekeeper put away his pocket watch: "Even the Emperor League will fall when it reaches the most prestigious time. There are too many things that are out of control, and nothing is perfect. She If you go back to this state, you will inevitably be attacked maliciously... "
"Malicious attack?" Bo Jiu smiled lowly, and when she opened her eyes again, she was like a monster at night: "My apprentice, I never care about these things, grandpa housekeeper, you still know too little about Bei, she is so strong that as long as you Give her a teammate, and she will be able to bring back the championship, because the Imperial League disbanded too early, and there is no chance for her to play in the professional arena."
The housekeeper's grandpa sighed: "Young master, you clearly know that it is because she is from the Dimension. If she shows a little unsatisfactory performance, she will be magnified, and she has to bear these burdens when she becomes famous."
"I know." Bo Jiu stood up straight, her smile never retreating: "I also know that she can afford these."
The housekeeper's grandfather really has nothing to do with his young master: "I don't care about it in the future?"
"Of course, it's one thing for my apprentice to shoulder the burden, but it's another thing for me to support my apprentice." When Bo Jiu said this, her eyes were dark: "She will know, we are all here with you." Whether to beat her or not, when she wakes up, the grandpa housekeeper will let her make her own decision."
"good."
No one heard the conversation between the two except Little Devil Bo.
He stood there with a smile on his lips.
Therefore, he felt that playing games was meaningless.
According to his mother's personality, why didn't he be a good hacker at that time and ran to play games.
In the final analysis, he might have been tricked by his scumbag father.
Alas, in the future, he has to watch over his mommy, so she can't let her always spend money on someone surnamed Qin, wasting it.
After the little demon Bo pressed the WeChat call sent to him by his scumbag father, he walked into the ward.
After looking at Mo Bei, he ran to twist a towel and put it on Mo Bei's forehead.
"Sister Bey, you have to be good."
After finishing speaking, Little Devil Bo leaned against Mo Bei's hand so softly and fell asleep.
Some people have described that the most honorable young master of the Qin family has been doted on since he was born.
But there is no trace of coquettishness on her body, on the contrary, she is noble and polite, like a son of aristocratic family.
But his eyes had moles of tears at the corners of them.
Breaking the image of righteousness, more graceful and evil.
At such a young age, he has a good temperament. He even attracted well-known designers to use him as inspiration to tailor several sets of clothes specially for him. They will never be sold as commodities, and only belong to Little Demon Bo.
Others, in the eyes of the designer, can't wear his charm.
It is such a child who exists like a fairy, when he softens, he can purify people's hearts.
Mo Bei heard everything, but he didn't have the strength to move. He touched Little Devil Bo's face with his hand, and when he turned his eyes away, he had already made a decision.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She promised that man that she would give him a championship.
What's more, Milan, that is where the master and the others won the championship.
she wants to go...
Sometimes, if you are too attached to one thing, you will become very fearless.
It was a week later that Mo Bei could really hold a spoon with his right hand.
I can't use my chopsticks flexibly yet, but I can already eat porridge and rice.
Dad Mo gave away ribs soup for three days in a row.
Mo Nan joked beside him: "Dad, if you keep sending it like this, my sister won't know how much meat I'll grow."
"Shut up." Mo's father turned his head: "Every time something happens, you don't tell me, your mother and I are so worried."
Mo Nan approached: "I'm not giving you and mom a buffer, not to mention that you know, it's also a burden to the little facial paralysis."
Dad Mo wanted to say something else.
Mo Bei opened his mouth: "Yes."
A word of um, it's all over.
Dad Mo stayed beside the hospital bed for another half an hour before leaving.
He no longer works in his previous unit, and really plans to open a small restaurant again.
He hasn't told his daughter about this, but he has already secretly prepared a surprise for her. Beibei likes to cook, so he should like it.
Mo Bei looked at the back of Mo's father leaving, probably understood what he was thinking, and closed his eyes slightly.
"What are you thinking, little face paralyzed." Mo Nan said, and put the water glass in Mo Bei's hand: "By the way, did the butler grandpa say, when can you touch the mouse?"
Mo Bei stopped holding the wooden spoon, and took a sip of the soup with lowered eyes. If she wanted to, no one around would notice the difference: "In another ten days or so."
"That's okay." Mo Nan picked up the Rubik's Cube that was placed next to him, and fiddled with it twice: "Brother will go back with you."
Mo Bei squinted: "What?"
"I'm going to call Leng Na." Mo Nan smiled, full of anger: "I also learn from you to play in the support position."
Mo Bei's eyes gradually changed: "Brother, you can definitely do it."
"So, get better soon." Mo Nan patted her on the head: "Otherwise without your Black Flame, I wouldn't show mercy, especially when fighting against that fellow Feng Nai."
Mo Bei thought for a while, but said nothing.
Mo Nan raised his eyebrows: "The best cabbage in my family is all over him, shouldn't I despise him?"
Mo Bei gave three words: "It shouldn't be."
Mo Nan: ... I really want to go to the one with the surname Feng right now, what should I do
"I'm very happy." Mo Bei lowered his head while eating: "Brother can play the game again."
Mo Nan paused, then stretched out his hand to pinch her face again: "Please, is this the normal happy expression? A cold face?"
"Not cool." Mo Bei frowned. In her mind, she was not a facial paralysis.
Mo Nan always felt that her sister had always had a wrong positioning on his facial paralysis.
Just looking at her, leaning back: "I am also very happy."
What I promised you when I was a child.
Finally got a chance to do it...
(end of this chapter)