"Wait a minute! Damn it, didn't you! Did you really leave me behind? Little spade, little spade!"
Looking at the figures disappearing in the streets, Zhao Sanpang sighed countless times that he was careless in making friends!
What could he do wrong, insist on listening to Little Spade and climbing over the wall with her? !
"Fatty, it's gone."
sent
Zhao Sanpang looked at the shadows of the Qin family below: "Are you really hairy?"
"Boss Qin ordered it."
"Are you Mr. Qin human? Just listen to your Mr. Qin!"
Zhao Sanpang is still hanging, but this is no longer the focus of his concern.
Turning on the phone, the entire game forum was posting his pictures.
It's even worse in the discussion group.
"Fatty, awesome."
"Fatty, the hot search is scheduled."
"Fatty, the new look is very handsome."
"Everyone come to get the picture, I just made it, the fat man swings on the swing, no one loves it."
It was Lin Feng who spoke last.
Just as Zhao Sanpang was about to sarcasm, the Imperial League really only knows how to be opportunistic.
I saw him send another line of words: "Using this method to help the little facial paralysis, the effect is good, Fat Lord."
help
Zhao Sanpang shook and took a closer look at the content post.
The title is "You fat man, I'm back, who is bullying me, try north."
Not bad, quite imposing, but also in line with his identity... a p!
"Why doesn't that Shameless Qin guy hang himself on a tree and search for trending searches!"
However, how did that guy know he was coming back!
The more Zhao Sanpang thought about it, the more he felt that he had to stay away from Qin Xinji in the future.
As for his return, it was Little Spade who came to him, and the two of them secretly discussed it.
On this point, Zhao Sanpang still trusts Little Spades.
It's so fucking impossible that Qin Xinji figured it out again!
Thinking of this, Zhao Sanpang shut himself up.
It exploded directly on the Internet!
"return?"
"In the year of eternal life, I can actually see my fat master return!"
"Ye Qing is back!!!"
"Fatty is not used to it, what happened to Bey."
"The title is the finishing touch, and the pictures are very nice!"
"Cover your face, a different way of returning."
"But didn't the fat man's hand speed stop when he retired? Can he enter the national team?"
One question after another was thrown.
There are also bad voices.
But this time, in front of the straight man, he was completely smashed.
"My fat master is back, you all make room for me."
"Look at the title, it's just to protect the shortcomings, and I have a P relationship with you!"
"Bragging, the national team is the one he wants to come back to?"
As soon as this sentence comes out.
The organizing committee immediately forwarded the accompanying picture: "Thank you Fat God for agreeing to the organizing committee's invitation. See you in Milan."
"Speaking of bragging, do you have anything else to say?"
For such a long period of time, self-proclaimed justice is a mess.
It's at peace now.
The only one who didn't know about this was probably Mo Bei.
She came out of the banquet hall and went to the courtyard alone.
Even Feng Nai didn't know.
What awaited her there was an operation.
The housekeeper's grandfather wore a white coat, a pair of reading glasses on his face, and his eyes were dark: "Sometimes, the recipient will always feel guilty, child, you have to think about it."
Mo Bei lay on the pure white operating bed, his brows and eyes were as cold as before: "I'm fine, you can start."
"In order to advance this time, some of your tendons have been broken and need to be repaired for a period of time. Now you have undergone surgery," the housekeeper and grandpa sighed: "It won't last long. Three months, if you play again, you will still be able to survive." pain."
Mo Bei's eyes paled: "The duration of this World Series is two months, three months is enough."
(end of this chapter)