Chapter 1174: 1st 185th

Chapter 1174: One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Five
Tonight is probably the most difficult.
Bo Jiu stood in the dark, unable to see her expression clearly: "What does temporary security mean?"
"The hand injury time is too long, coupled with the fracture of the bone fracture, there may be problems with the nerve line." Grandpa Steward is still in a retro suit, his hair is white, he can not see the taste of a doctor, but from the professional field, he Really top: "It takes at least three months of cultivation."
Bo Jiuchi stopped her finger once: "North can't agree to cultivate for so long. According to her character, this year's Milan International Competition, even if her hands will be abolished, she will fight."
"You can only persuade her to persuade her to come again next year." Grandpa's steward's voice also followed a little lower.
Bo Jiu lifted his eyes, and his eyes were black and bottomless: "Next year? For an e-sports player, there really aren't many next year. She has waited for three full years and nine months."
"The young master also knows that there are things like this." Grandpa the steward put away his pocket watch: "Even the Imperial League, when it became the most prestigious, would fall down. There are too many uncontrolled things, and nothing is complete. She This state goes back, it will inevitably be maliciously attacked ... "
"Malicious attack?" Bo Jiu laughed lowly, and then opened his eyes, like a night demon: "My apprentice, I don't care about these all the time, grandpa steward, you still do n’t know too much North, she is as strong as Give her a teammate and she will be able to get the championship back. It is too early for the imperialists to dissolve, and there is no chance for her to play in the professional arena. "
Grandpa Butler sighed: "Young Master, you know for sure that it is because she is from the Imperial League. If you show a little bit of unsatisfactory, you will be magnified, and teenagers will have to shoulder these."
"I know." Bo Jiu stood straight and smiled. "I also know that she shoulders these."
Grandpa butler really ca n’t get his own master: "No matter what?"
"Of course, it ’s one thing for my apprentice to shoulder the burden, and another thing for me to support my apprentice." When Bo Jiu said this, his eyes were dark: "She will know, we are all accompanying Hold her, you can't fight, when she wakes up, Grandpa butler lets her make her own decisions. "
"it is good."
No one had heard the conversation between the two except the little devil.
He stood there, smiling at the corner of his mouth.
Therefore, he didn't find it interesting to play.
According to his mummy's personality, how could he not be a good hacker at that time, and ran to play games.
After all, it may be cheated by his junk father.
Alas, he would have to watch his mum point later, so that she could not always spend money on a certain surname Qin and waste it.
After the little devil pressed the WeChat call that his father had sent him, he stepped into the ward.
After looking at Mo Bei, he ran a towel and covered Mo Bei's forehead.
"Sister bey, you have to be good."
After that, the thin little devil leaned on Mo Bei's hand and fell asleep so softly.
Some people have described the Qin family, the most noble little master, from the birth of his love.
There was no trace of coquettishness on the body, but it was noble and courteous, like a family son.
But there were tear moles in the corners of his eyes.
Broke the righteousness, and added more grace and evil.
At a young age, his temperament is not bad, and he has attracted well-known designers, who have inspired him and tailored several sets of clothes specifically for him, and will never be sold as a commodity. They belong to the little devil alone.
Others, in the eyes of the designer, could not wear his charm.
It is such a child who exists like a fairy, when it softens, it can purify people's hearts.
Mo Bei heard everything, but had no strength, and touched the thin devil's face with his hand, and then turned his eyes, and had already made a decision.
She can't wait any longer.
She promised that person to give him a championship.
Not to mention Milan, that was where the masters once won them.
She wants to go ...
Sometimes being too attached to one thing can become very fearless.
Mo Bei could really take a spoon with his right hand, a week later.
The chopsticks cannot be used flexibly, but rice and porridge are fine.
Mo Da gave the ribs soup for three consecutive days.
Mo Nan teased next to him: "Dad, if you give it down like this, my sister doesn't know how much meat it will grow."
"You shut up." Dad Mo turned his head: "Every time something happens, you don't say, my mother and I are more anxious."
Mo Nan approached: "I'm not giving you and my mother a buffer, let alone you know, it is also a burden on the face paralysis."
Mo Da wants to say something.
Mo Bei said, "Yes."
One word, it's all forgotten.
Mo Da stayed beside the bed for half an hour before leaving.
He has stopped working in his previous unit and really plans to open a small restaurant.
He hasn't told his daughter about this, but he has secretly prepared a surprise for his daughter again. Beibei likes cooking and should like it.
Looking at the back of Mo's father, Mo Bei probably understood what he was thinking, and closed his eyes slightly.
"What do you think, faceless paralysis?" Mo Nan said, placing the water cup next to Mo Bei: "Yes, has Grandpa butler said, when can you touch the mouse?"
Mo Bei took a hand with a wooden spoon, drank a sip of soup, and if she wanted to, no one next to him would see the same: "Five more days."
"That's okay." Mo Nan picked up the Rubik's cube next to him and fiddled twice: "Brother goes back with you."
Mo Bei's eyes: "What?"
"I'll call Lengna." Mo Nan smiled, full of sorrow: "Learn how to play auxiliary positions."
Mo Bei's eyes gradually changed: "Brother, you can."
"So, get better soon." Mo Nan patted her head. "Otherwise, without your melanitis, I wouldn't be merciless, especially when playing against Feng Nai."
Mo Bei thought for a while and didn't speak.
Mo Nan raised an eyebrow: "My best cabbage has been arched by him, shouldn't I betray him?"
Mo Bei gave three words: "No."
Mo Nan: ... what if I want to go to that single-named heads-up now?
"I'm very happy." Mo Bei lowered her head and ate, "I can play again."
Mo Nan paused and stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "Come on, is that normal person's happy expression like this? A cold face?"
"It's not cold." Mo Bei frowned, in her mind, she was not a facial paralysis.
Mo Nan always felt that her sister had always been wrong about her facial paralysis.
Just looking at her, leaning back: "I'm happy too."
I promised you when I was young.
Finally got a chance to do it ...
(End of this chapter)