Huan Leng didn't speak, and handed him the latte in his hand.
Mo Nan let out a hey: "It's still quite a brother."
"What nonsense." Huan Leng was copying the pocket of his coat with one hand, with snowflakes on his eyelashes. After a while, he turned the disposable coffee cup and said again: "If possible, I hope that the person who performed the operation It's you."
Mo Nan looked at him, with golden yellow on the end of his hair: "I know."
After finishing speaking, he raised his coffee cup: "Go one, replace wine with water, people like you who don't have a sister won't understand."
"Three times." Huan Leng said slowly, "You gave way three times."
Mo Nan paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up, making people want to beat him up: "To my sister, it's never giving in, it's giving, not to mention, it's our dream together, so there's nothing to give in to. "
Huan Leng looked at the side face of him drinking, feeling extremely annoyed.
He knew very well that after this time, this person would never be able to play again.
Huan Leng didn't know how to describe it, what kind of mood it was.
Sometimes, he would always think of the time when he was in the youth training camp, and this person was sitting next to him, his fingers were up and down, which made people dazzled quickly, just like his smile, inexplicably, people couldn't help but look twice .
Such a person is very suitable to be a teammate.
That is the most intuitive feeling of calling out the cold.
He didn't even want to think that one day this person would not be able to play games.
"You said Feng Wusha, wouldn't he really replace my sister?"
When Mo Nan said this, deep meaning appeared in his eyes.
Huan Leng looked at him: "From the perspective of the lineup..."
"I don't want to hear this." Mo Nan's voice took away the temperature for the first time: "I just want to know, who cares about my sister."
than honor.
How would you choose.
She is... no longer that bey god.
It was just this that made Mo Nan's throat sore.
But it doesn't matter, as long as these people give her a chance.
Just give it once.
He can get her back.
Little facial paralysis, wait for brother, it will be soon.
In the lounge, Mo Bei was drinking water with her left hand. She rarely lived like this. She didn't make a decision and only said a good word.
Because it's too clear.
Hei Yan has come here and cannot lose.
Now that she is on stage, she is nothing more than a burden.
Thea has seen all her weaknesses, and the opponent's teammate is not easy to deal with.
Thinking of this, Mo Bei tightened his fingers holding the mineral water.
Nothing could be seen on his face.
She foresaw this outcome.
Between winning and losing, of course you have to choose to win.
She also knew that she was no longer the Bey in his mind.
It's just that it's not easy to accept it.
Mo Bei raised his hand and took another sip of water.
Then, he walked to the innermost part of the lounge, wanting to get his coat.
"Where are you going?" It was Feng Nai who had never seen her.
Mo Bei met his eyes.
Some disordered thoughts really made Feng Nai's reaction not like his usual.
No one knew that after he got off the field, he went to the bathroom and got a mark on his waist.
His face is pale, but only in this way can he distinguish clearly what the reality is.
"Also, what's good?" Feng Nai walked over, his eyes pale: "I changed people, and I can't find the rhythm."
The fat manager opened his mouth.
Feng Nai didn't give him a chance to speak, but only looked at Cat, Cat, Bear and the others: "Five minutes left, let's go."
(end of this chapter)