Chapter 1407: One thousand three hundred and eighty-two, repair

Chapter 1407 One Thousand And Eighty Two, Repair
Huoleng didn't speak, and handed him the latte in his hand.
Mo Nan hesitated: "It's still quite brother."
"What a waste." Huan Leng grabbed his jacket pocket with one hand, snowflakes were on his lashes, and after a while, he turned the disposable coffee cup and opened his mouth again: "If I can, the person I want to have the operation It's you."
Mo Nan looked at him, with Jin Cancan Huang at the end of his hair: "I know."
After speaking, he raised the coffee cup: "Walk one and replace the wine with water. People like you who don't have a sister won't understand."
"Three times." Huo Leng said slowly: "You made three times."
Mo Nan paused, his lips twitching, making him want to slap him: "To my sister, never let, but give, let alone, it was our dream together, what can not be allowed. "
Huan Leng looked at the side of his drink and was extremely upset.
He knew very well that after this time, this person would never be able to play again.
Yao Leng didn't know how to describe it, what kind of mood it was.
Sometimes, he always thinks of the youth training camp, this person is sitting next to him, his fingers are up and down, it is dazzling fast, just like his smile, the inexplicable one can't help but look twice .
Such people are very suitable for teammates.
That is the most intuitive feeling of calling cold.
He doesn't even want to think about it, one day he won't be able to play the game.
"You said shameless, wouldn't he really replace my sister?"
When Mo Nan said this sentence, he had deep meaning in his eyes.
Huoleng looked at him: "Considering from the lineup ..."
"I don't want to listen to this." For the first time, Mo Nan's voice took the temperature away. "I just want to know who cares about my sister."
Compared to honor.
What will be chosen.
She was ... no longer the bey god.
It was just this that made Mo Nan's throat hurt.
But it doesn't matter, as long as these people can give her a chance.
Just give it once.
He can get her back.
Facial paralysis, you wait for your brother, soon.
In the lounge, Mo Bei was drinking water and using her left hand. She rarely did like this. She didn't make a decision, she just said a good word.
Because it's too clear.
Hei Yan came here and couldn't lose.
Now she's playing, it's nothing more than a burden.
The has already seen all her weaknesses, the other teammate, is not easy to deal with.
Mo Bei thought of this, and tightened his fingers holding the mineral water.
Nothing can be seen on his face.
She had foreseen such a result.
Between winning and losing, of course, you must choose to win.
She also knew that she was no longer bey in his mind.
It's just not that easy to accept.
Mo Bei raised his hand and took another sip of water.
Then, Liaobu walked to the back of the lounge, trying to get a coat.
"Where are you going?" Feng Nai had never seen her.
Mo Bei met his eyes.
Some confused thoughts really made Feng Nai's reaction different from his usual.
No one knows. After he got off the field, he went to the bathroom and made a mark on his waist.
His face was pale, but then he could tell clearly what the reality was.
"Also, what's so good?" Feng Nai walked over, his eyes pale: "I changed people, I can't find the rhythm."
The fat manager opened his mouth.
Feng Nai did not give him a chance to speak, only looked at the cats and cats and bears: "Five minutes left, go."
(End of this chapter)