Can return information.
It shouldn't be a big problem.
After Mo Nan saw those few.
The reddened eyes gradually calmed down a little.
Then he replied, "Of course I'm at home. Where's your hand? Is there something wrong?"
"This sentence, I should be asking you." After typing the last word you, Mo Bei deleted it again, and did not post this one, but said: "Why did you ask my hand all of a sudden?"
Mo Nan: "Someone on Heiyan's official website said that you fought. I'm afraid that some of you will target you for wanting to fight, and make you stop and hurt you."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Mo Bei didn't linger on this matter for too long: "Brother, I'll wait for you tomorrow."
When Mo Nan received this sentence, his hand hanging on one side tightened, and he leaned against the wall of the airport.
At the international airport, no one will pay attention to this scene.
What a painful decision to make.
For others, it's all ordinary.
If he could, he would never want to tell his sister that his hands were not getting better.
"Bei, you retire." Mo Nan changed his approach.
After seeing these five words, Mo Bei paused with his fingertips before replying: "We haven't won the championship yet."
We haven't won the championship yet.
Just such a sentence made Mo Nan raise his hand to cover his eyes.
It's not me, it's us.
"What kind of championship will we win? When will our little facial paralysis start to be so eager to win." On WeChat, Mo Nan's tone was almost relaxed: "Bei, I don't have to go this way. Brother recently came out for a while. In the circle, I found that reading more books is also good, you want to play competitions, after you restore women's clothing, you can compete as bey, with my sister's ability, the spring competition will definitely blow up a group of people."
Mo Bei already understood what this meant.
The reply in a few words: "None of them are Tu Hai."
Mo Nan paused.
Just for a moment.
He will understand.
His sister already knew that his hand wouldn't heal.
Mo Nan became anxious: "Bei, listen to me, it's not what you think."
"Brother, I met Yang Mengruo when I was surrounded today." Mo Bei stopped here, then stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.
Her movements are so natural.
No one would think that she was going to make a phone call.
Over there, after Mo Nan saw the words Yang Mengruo, he wished he could fly back to China immediately.
From the Internet, I can't tell what the scene is.
Everyone's focus will be on professional players fighting.
Don't care why.
So Mo Nan didn't know that his sister met Yang Mengruo.
Then, what did the other party say
Mo Nan knew what serial design was.
I have also tasted the consequences of self-certification.
He just wanted to keep a little of the beauty in his sister's heart.
Here's where things go.
He should have paid for his stupidity long ago.
Grumpy, domineering, stupid bunch.
While offending people, it also violated some potential rules in the industry.
Why didn't you listen to Wang Jun.
Never thought about it.
At this moment, Mo Nan's entire brain was filled.
No matter how unbearable it was.
He never had these thoughts.
his differentiation.
implicated the North.
Why have you never thought about compromise
Just when Mo Nan thought so.
The phone rang, and it was Mo Bei's voice, with a slight sand: "Brother, you didn't tell me, are you worried that I don't like games anymore?"
"You are injured at home, I asked you, do you regret taking this road?"
"You said you wouldn't regret it."
"Some roads, no matter how hard you walk, because there is a place you want to reach, so no matter what you encounter, you will stick to what you insist on."
(end of this chapter)