Chapter 1406: One thousand three hundred and eighty one

Chapter 1406: One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty One
"Is this the one that Sister Bei rescued?" The child was very smart.
Mo Nan said "um".
The child lowered his eyes: "At that time I thought he couldn't live."
"He's fine now." Mo Nan's eyes were not as deep as usual.
The child is more sensitive: "What about sister Bei? Is it something wrong?"
"Don't you say she drove too long at that time?" Mo Nan asked no more.
The child nodded and his eyes were wide: "Well, Sister Bei kept moving forward, her hands were folded, soft, I thought we would all die there."
"Child, what do you say all day long?" Mo Nan handed him a marshmallow.
The child was holding Mo Nan's trousers, without much expression on his face: "Isn't it normal, people die. If it weren't for Sister Bei's going there, I would die in a few days. If I did n’t eat anything, I could not rob they."
Mo Nan bowed her head: "She saved many people, didn't she?"
"Hmm!" The child's eyes lit up: "Many, many people here are back."
Mo Nan laughed, three points of suffocation, and seven points let people see: "But no one knows."
"Brother Nan?" The child did not understand why his eyes were red.
Mo Nan squatted down. "No one knows what she did. Her hands are not good."
Children do n’t understand, is n’t it? But Sister Bei's hands are not soft anymore, why not call them good?
"You should do everything for your sister, right?" Mo Nan asked suddenly again.
The child never hesitated at this point: "Yes!"
"Then let's go." Mo Nan pulled the villain and smiled wantonly.
The child licked a marshmallow: "Where?"
"Back to the hospital, find Grandpa the housekeeper." Mo Nan casually shredded his hair, just a little hoe, with a handsome face and a fatal life, full of adolescence: "Let him prepare for surgery."
The child looked up and fixed his eyebrows: "Yes, surgery ... isn't it Brother Nan?"
"Now it isn't." When Mo Nan said this sentence, he looked back again: "However, if the surname Feng dares to make a wrong decision this time, it is forcing me to violence."
The child listened to the clouds and fog, but one thing he knew: "Brother Nan, can you not do surgery?"
"Of course you can." Mo Nan took a piece of marshmallow in his hand and put it in his mouth. "I have retired. I don't need to play games. There is no problem playing airplanes. Why not?"
"Flight?" The child always felt that something was wrong.
There was a faint sound there.
Blend into the snow that surrounds it.
"Are you supposed to be in front of your child and pay attention to your words."
It was Huoleng. He wore a scarf, which was not like the usual training, but he took two cups in his hands, both of which were hot.
"Latte?" Mo Nan raised an eyebrow. "Give me one."
Huoleng didn't move, reminded him: "Flight."
"Don't I be happy, pay attention to it later." Mo Nan said as he touched his jacket pocket.
Wan Leng tilted her eyes, moved away, and raised her brows: "What?"
"I'll take a cigarette." Mo Nan wanted to laugh. "Don't you give me what you drink, and don't give me cigarettes? Is this a break with me?"
Mou Leng glanced at him without moving.
Mo Nan really wanted to light a cigarette, but when he looked at the child again, he finally put the cigarette box back in again: "I'll eat sugar."
(End of this chapter)