Chapter 1270: One thousand two hundred and seventy-one, Mo Nan

Chapter 1270: One Thousand One Two Seventy One, Mo Nan
Huan Leng put down the bamboo chopsticks, his eyes seemed clear, reminding him: "Have you thought about it?"
"What?" Mo Nan asked.
Huo Leng slowly said: "Let's hit Feng Nai, bey will disagree first, and even block in front of Feng Nai. If Feng Nai is injured, she will think we are in two dozens."
That's it.
The whole person of Mo Nan had a feeling of shock.
His sister does.
Not to mention in her eyes, two dozens would not be desirable.
Just talking about Fengxinji's poor and innocent ability, he has seen it, even posing as a small breast, is definitely a refreshing existence.
If he really tried to seal the heart, it would be him who couldn't say anything in the end.
Mo Nan grabbed his little sister-in-law and was quite discouraged.
"You can dig her into our team." Huoleng didn't want to affect his state. "For Feng Nai, bey joining other teams is the most unbearable for him."
Mo Nan laughed when he heard this: "I said so, but the small facial paralysis prefers melanitis. Can I see it, or do you really want her to come?"
"The meaning of the club." Huan Leng only felt that the laughter was close, and pulled his collar: "No team does not want to have an all-rounder, but today's matter, Feng Nai also showed his position, he will not let go."
Mo Nan gave a "hmm", his eyes gradually deepened with the boiling of the hot pot: "I hope that no matter what happens in the future, he will not let go, after all, he can only accompany my sister to go further."
In the last sentence, Huo Leng didn't hear clearly, and turned to this side: "What did you say?"
"It's nothing," Mo Nan said again, banging his wrist with bamboo chopsticks full of anger, "You can rest assured, I will still buy you that knitted sweater."
Calling frowning eyebrows: "Shut up."
Mo Nan knew this was his dark history, and it wasn't funny for a long time: "You see that winter is coming, or should my brother knit a sweater for me?"
Huan Leng put down the bamboo chopsticks.
Mo Nan thought he was joking too much and was about to touch the bridge of his nose.
Hearing a faint "um" word over there.
Mo Nan was shocked. Is this a promise?
Mou Leng glanced at him and said, "You can wear it by then."
Still annoying people, but Mo Nan also knew that Huoleng would not remember his enemies.
One thing he had to confirm.
About his sister's right hand ... what the is going on.
Yes, Feng Nai can perceive that Mo Nan cannot be unaware at all, although not as deep as Feng Nai's understanding.
But without using his right hand all day, Mo Nan was still a bit uneasy.
According to his sister's personality, he would never say anything.
Team battle tomorrow, can always see.
Mo Nan's eyes were low, and his handsome face was swollen by mist, making people not see that there would be worry inside.
Huoleng took a sip of ice water and looked at the person eating meat beside him, faintly satisfied.
That's fine all the time.
After this team fight, he can be selected into the official starting lineup.
Then they went to play the international exchange together, and then went to Milan together.
The regrets that haunted him were gradually smoothed out.
Even if the person was stepped into the mud, he stood up and was not destroyed.
Huoleng knew very well that he would never be defeated easily. From then on, he knew that the cynical person was stronger than anyone.
Take the championship with the people who most want to be teammates.
What he thought in the youth training camp at the beginning was finally realized ...
(End of this chapter)