Chapter 1578: Fat Master is back!

Chapter 1578 Fat Lord returns!
"Wait a minute! Damn it, don't you! You really left me? Little spades, little spades!"
Zhao Sanpang looked at the figures disappearing in the streets, and did not know how many times he lamented that he made friends carelessly!
What is he doing badly, insisting on listening to the little spades, and going over the wall with her? !
"Fat man, it's done."
Sent?
Zhao Sanpang looked at the shadows of the Qin family underneath: "Do you really send it?"
"General Qin ordered it."
"Are you Qin always a human? Just listen to your Qin president!"
Zhao Sanpang is still hanging, but this is no longer the focus of his concern.
Turn on the phone, and the entire game forum is posting his pictures.
The discussion group is even more excessive.
"Fat man, cow break."
"Fat man, hot search is booked."
"Fat man, the new look is very handsome."
"All come to get pictures, I just made it, Fat Master swings on a swing, no one loves it."
Lin Feng spoke last.
As soon as Zhao Sanpang was about to make a mockery, the Emperor League would only be opportunistic.
I saw him send a line again: "This way of helping small facial paralysis works well, Fat Master."
Help?
Zhao Sanpang shook and took a closer look at the content post.
The title is "You fat man, I am back, who is trying to bully me."
Yes, it's very imposing, but also in line with his identity...a p!
"Qin Shameless, why doesn't that guy hang up the tree by himself and search for it!"
But how did that guy know he was going back! ?
The more Zhao Sanpang thought about it, the more he felt that he had to stay away from Qin's heart in the future.
As for his return, it was the little Spades who came to him, and they both discussed it secretly.
At this point, Zhao Sanpang still trusts little spades.
It's impossible for Qin Xinji to figure it out again!
When Zhao Sanpang thought of this, he closed himself.
The Internet is directly exploded!
"return?"
"In the year of immortality, I can actually see my fat man return!"
"Ye Qing is back!!!"
"Fat master can't bear it, bey's experience."
"The finishing touch to the title, the picture is very nice!"
"Cover your face, a unique way of returning."
"But Fatty's hand speed doesn't work when he retires? Can he enter the national team?"
Questions came up one after another.
There are also bad voices.
But this time, in front of the straight man, he was completely beaten up.
"My fat man returns, and you all give me concessions."
"Looking at the title, it is to protect shortcomings, and have a P relationship with you!"
"Bring it, the national team returned when he wanted to return?"
This sentence comes out.
The organizing committee immediately forwarded the picture: "Thank you Fat God for agreeing to the invitation of the organizing committee. See you in Milan."
"Speaking of bragging, is there anything else to say?"
For such a long period of time, I pride myself on justice and utterly smeared.
Now it's finally peaceful.
The only person who doesn't know about this is probably Mo Bei.
When she came out of the banquet hall, she went to the courtyard by herself.
Even Feng Nai didn't know.
What awaited her there was an operation.
The housekeeper's grandfather wore a white lab coat and a pair of reading glasses on his face. His eyes were very deep: "Sometimes, the recipient will always feel guilty, boy, you have to think about it."
Mo Bei lay on the pure white operating table, his eyes cold as before: "I'm fine, you can start."
"In order to advance this time, some of your muscles and veins have been broken and need to be repaired for a while. Now you have an operation." Grandpa the housekeeper sighed: "It won't last long. If you play for three months, you will still pain."
Mo Bei's eyes were light: "The competition period for this World Series is two months, three months is enough."
(End of this chapter)