Chapter 724: Needless to say

　　 Thanksgiving Day, Ephraim was busy in the kitchen for four months.
　　 When she heard that besides the Hill family tonight, Houston and Miller might also be eating at home, she panicked at once.
　　 As far as her cooking is concerned, everyone in the Garryton apartment knows no one, how can they support this dinner?
　　 "Tamiya will help you." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.
　　Ephraim believes that Mo Mengchen can help her better. She constantly releases signals to her husband with a woman's help-seeking look.
　　 "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, in fact your cooking is good." Even Mo Mengchen didn't believe this, "They will definitely enjoy this dinner wholeheartedly."
　　 Unless they don't want to live anymore.
　　Ephraim is not sure: "Really?"
　　 "You have to believe in yourself." Also believe in their desire to survive. Mo Mengchen added.
　　 Around nine o'clock, Mo Mengchen went to Saint Lucifer, went home with Sivers, and stayed at her house until twelve o'clock.
　　 This time, Hill and they have arrived.
　　 In addition to Hill, his wife Tamia, and their newly born daughter Laila.
　　 "Is there anything I can help?"
　　 Hill asked diligently, and then the women were blasted out of the kitchen.
　　 "What about our coolie?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Hill rolled his eyes and said he didn't know. Holding his daughter in his arms seemed to show off, and then Mo Mengchen said, "Okay, after half a year, I can hold three."
　　 "What's so great about that?" Hill said eloquently, "Give me three years, I can hold three!"
　　 To his details, Mo Mengchen was very clear: "As far as I know, Tamia has no desire to have a second child in the near future."
　　Hill looked at him in horror. This was clearly a whisper between their husband and wife. How did this guy know?
　　 "Don't be surprised, you know, there is no secret between women." Dor. Mo raised his face proudly, "Although there is no secret between women, Ephraim told me everything."
　　 If one excuse fails, you can only find another excuse.
　　 Hill is undoubtedly an expert who makes excuses: "So what, I think a child is also very good, Leila can get all the love of Tamia and me."
　　 There is no doubt that Detroit's hardest talker is sitting in front of me.
"It's good to say so," Mo Mengchen said, "but the genetic makeup of the three children is also different, some children are not good-looking, some children are very beautiful; some children are very smart, some children are stupid; honestly , I am very worried now that Leila inherits your face value and IQ..."
"you!"
　　 The atmosphere of swords and crosses is about to appear. The arrival of Houston and Miller makes the atmosphere that Mo Mengchen finally cultivated disappears invisible.
　　 "Is there anything I need to help?" Miller is like Hill in the kitchen, so diligent and attentive.
The children of the poor family have been in charge for a long time, and this sentence applies everywhere. Miller’s diligence is definitely not a play. Mo Mengchen asked him to "slightly" take care of the living room hygiene, so he is like a full-time cleaner. There was a thorough cleaning.
　　 "Daddy, what else should I do?" Miller asked.
　　Mo Mengchen thought about it, as if he was really thinking about it. Houston chuckled and said to Mo Mengchen: "Can you send it to my house before this guy is exhausted? My house needs someone to clean it."
　　 Hill was too lazy to mess with them, opened the refrigerator, and wanted to find something to drink. It was found that in addition to soda is mineral water, the only wine turned out to be the Christmas gift Miller gave to Mo Mengchen-vodka.
　　 "You are going to drink these at night?" Hill asked incredulously.
Any questions? Mo Mengchen said nothing, and his words were all written on his face.
　　 Hill said: "I think so many people should have a little atmosphere, this thing is really not enough to drink."
　　 "I'm going out to buy some?" Miller was too attentive.
　　Look at this guy, and then compared with Lewis who worked at the Hill's house last year, Devil Mountain sincerely feels that the difference between people is really too big.
　　 "I will go with you."
　　Hill knew that the vodka in the refrigerator was sent by Miller. At such an important holiday, this guy sent vodka. Presumably not to save money, but he thought that vodka was really delicious.
　　 This is very wrong from Hill's point of view. Vodka doesn't even like the Russians. It is blown up by some guys who haven't drunk, but it is actually the number one drink in the drink.
　　After Hill left, Leila cried on the sofa.
　　Mo Mengchen had to come over to comfort the child, and Houston leaned on the sofa boredly.
　　 "I invite you to do the coolie, but you are lying like the master, is it appropriate?" Mo Mengchen coaxed Leila.
　　Houston did not expect him to have the potential of a dad.
　　 "You have chosen me as a coolie is a mistake!" Houston Zhenzhen said verbally, "I will not cook, never clean the sanitation, and there are no other things that I am particularly good at except basketball and acting..."
　　It's also amazing to be able to bury yourself to such a point in order not to work.
　　Mo Mengchen coaxed Leila to sleep, gently put it on the sofa, turned off the TV, and said, "Go out and breathe?"
　　 "Don't you stay and help?"
　　What did this guy think he could help?
　　Mo Mengchen looked at him with a funny face, and Houston realized that he was saying something stupid, so he got up and walked out of the apartment, avoiding the fans waiting 24 hours outside, and came to the parking lot through a secret passage.
　　 The two had nothing to do outside. They turned around and suddenly stopped at the basketball park one kilometer away from the Nairoa block.
　　 "Don't tell me you want to play basketball." Houston said.
　　 "I heard that there are many basketball-related games, most of them are shots."
　　 "You actually want to go to such a place and passers-by to shoot? Wouldn't your conscience feel uneasy?" Houston said proudly, "I'm not going to do anything like this price cut!"
　　After half an hour of saying this, Houston took the lead in sweeping the basketball park's shooting machines, fixed-point shooting, three-point shooting, one-minute countdown shooting, and midfield shooting.
　　 He dominated the basketball park and won a prize of $3,000 and a lot of cheap gifts. He divided the prize into ten and gave it to the homeless people he met on the road, and then gave the gift to the people he met on the road.
　　On his way of dealing with bonuses and gifts, Mo Mengchen temporarily withdrew his contempt for him.
　　 "The basketball atmosphere in Detroit is getting stronger and stronger," Houston said lightly. "When I first came, I couldn't imagine the sight of the streets."
　　 Both were sitting in the car. Mo Mengchen leaned on his seat and looked out, saying, "This shows that we are very successful."
　　 "You are too modest," Houston couldn't believe he would say that. The guy sitting next to him is the most unmodest creature on earth. "We changed the temperament of this city."
　　 There are indeed too many things changed.
Mo Mengchen’s personal effects have attracted many businessmen. The rise of the Pistons has made Detroit the focus, winning two consecutive championships to make their commercial value peak, and now fighting with the Red Wings in the Auto City, if they continue to do so Go down and get the red wings off the throne just around the corner.
　　 "Don't be narcissistic, we haven't changed anything. Detroit is still as brutal and crude as five years ago."
　　Houston is immersed in a beautiful fantasy, a sentence by Mo Mengchen brings him back to reality.
　　 "Can't you give me a little imagination?" Houston said angrily.
　　 The good atmosphere was destroyed by this guy.
　　 "The guy who can't sit steady in the starting line, how come there are so many fantasies?" Mo Mengchen casually talked and amused Houston.
　　CIC Wang smiled and said: "Do you really think Ricky can replace me as a starter?"
　　 "When we finished playing with the Pacers, he had lost the opportunity to replace you." Mo Mengchen slowly started the car. "As long as you maintain the current state, nothing will change."
　　Houston said: "I think I take up too many shots."
　　 At present, Houston is averaging 23 points per game, shooting 6 more times than in previous seasons, and the shooting rate has dropped by 4 percentage points. However, it has picked up in recent games and the highest scoring average per game.
　　 "I'm afraid it's not something that guys who can't even make a starter should be concerned."
　　Speaking, Mo Mengchen started the car and was ready to go home.
　　Houston scolded. In fact, he knew who the extra shots belonged to, but he didn't give up.
Next year is his contract year. When he is not a member of the Pistons until next summer, he has to say two things, but Mo Mengchen reduced the number of shots without saying a word, so that his data can be increased. .
　　 It’s too vulgar to say thank you here. If you repay it, maintaining your current performance is the best reward. He doesn’t need to say anything.
　　 dusk
Mo Mengchen parked the car and walked out of the apartment with Houston~EbookFREE.me~ After the fans found out, they screamed and the bodyguard quickly stepped forward to separate people. Mo Mengchen and Houston waved with them and called on them Go home and reunite with your family and enjoy the holiday.
　　Intersection of stairs, Mo Mengchen and Houston met Hill and Miller who came back after buying wine.
　　 Miller's face was flushed and he was drunk, obviously drinking a lot.
　　Hill have no problem.
　　 "You bought wine for four hours?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Hill said he wouldn’t take it:
You’re going to ask Brad, he will drink continuously as soon as he arrives, and he will help everyone try...

　　Drinking wine for four hours, Miller was only slightly boozy, and the amount of wine was really amazing.
　　 Four people chatted all the way to the door of 250.
Mo Mengchen suddenly turned around and said to his teammates: "It is foreseeable that this dinner will be the most special Thanksgiving dinner you have ever eaten. I want you to assure me that you will eat dinner cleanly and a little. Not left."
　　The inexplicable Hill and others naturally nodded.
　　Dor.Mo smiled, this smile, they have seen on the court, usually given to the opponent.
　　 "Very good, I wish you all a happy meal."
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