Outside the window, the winter night is still there, and there is mist everywhere.
Not even a few lights.
The bedroom also gradually fell into silence.
Except for the shaking of the second hand.
Nothing at all.
Just when Mo Bei thought he was about to fall asleep.
Another sentence came faintly in her ear.
"like you."
Mo Bei's heart skipped a beat.
Immediately afterwards, she felt the strength of the hand on her back, rubbing her whole body into his arms.
Mo Bei could smell the fragrance of a man with a full nose, and this time he really fell asleep.
And she has never tasted such a taste.
Have you tasted too much bitterness.
That's why when you taste the sweetness, you will enjoy it and seep into your heart.
I want to hold on tightly and never let go.
But if he doesn't let go, how can his champion be clean.
Mo Bei opened his eyes, the crystal-clear black eyes brought out nostalgia for the first time.
Unfortunately, Feng Nai didn't see...
at the same time.
Mo Nan buttoned up his padded jacket hat and entered a skewer restaurant.
The night in the north is very dry and cold, and the wind hurts my face.
Once inside, it's different.
The oncoming heat made Mo Nan's legs feel warmer.
He was called out temporarily.
The one who came out was also in a hurry, only wearing a pair of black jeans, and was still a little cold. When he saw a figure not far away, he stabilized.
This kebab restaurant is the place where the two of them had a drink last time. It is not big, and the traffic is average.
Normally, the store closes at 3:00 am.
Mo Nan didn't know what was going on with that person, so he asked him out for a drink. After all, he couldn't figure out what this person was thinking since he was in the youth training camp.
He paced towards the figure.
There was only wine on the table, not even a skewer.
Mo Nan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to take off his hat, and covered his coat with both hands, looking handsome in spite of himself, "Do you want to order skewers when you drink?"
Huan Leng raised his eyes and took a look at him, that look seemed to stop on his face, then deepened: "You can order what you want."
Mo Nan was still looked at by him for some reason, and wanted to frown.
Now after hearing what he said, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and called the waiter over.
"Ten skewers, ten tendons, two kidneys."
When Mo Nan was ordering.
Huan Leng's eyes never moved away from him.
Wait until Mo Nan finishes ordering.
Huan Leng pushed him a bottle of beer, and said inadvertently: "We should be able to meet when eight enters four. How are you going to deal with me?"
Mo Nan expected him to ask him out and would talk about the game.
Since the last time I had a drink.
He would ask him a few words from time to time.
Mo Nan smiled, and couldn't see any questions: "Using my tactics?"
Huan Leng's voice was clear and cold: "You used to play games, and you never had any tactics."
Mo Nan looked at him: "The youth training camp was the youth training camp. I was kicked by Tuhai once. Of course I will study tactics."
Huan Leng seemed to agree with his statement, and asked again: "So you even learned the support you least like? I thought you couldn't play support. After all, you said that you only want c."
"That's because I was ignorant when I was a child." Mo Nan's ruffian anger brought out something that he couldn't see through: "Back then, Hei Yan only needed support. Fortunately, I passed the test."
Huan Leng heard the words, his eyes turned sideways, and fell on the slender fingers holding the beer bottle: "It seems that your hands are completely healed."
(end of this chapter)