Chapter 768: 777 Message from Feng Nai to Mo Bei

Chapter 768: Message From Feng Nai To Mo Bei
"Nan, I ..." Zhao Jianjian hadn't waited to speak.
He was interrupted over there: "Can't find a place? You're there, I'll pick you up."
When he was finished, Mo Bei pressed the hang up button.
Raising his eyes, he looked at the big and small eyes, his voice was light: "My mother can't find any place, I'll pick her up."
You have to leave here to change clothes.
Otherwise she saw her mother for a while.
All will help out.
Mo Bei thought about everything comprehensively, and stood up after speaking.
Xiaomi Lin is very well-behaved: "Then I'll wait for my little brother here."
"Okay." Mo Bei touched his head before he paced away.
In front of the Second Lieutenant Colonel.
Zhao Jianjian is organizing the language: "Nan seems to be very busy, who is he going to pick up?"
However, Feng Nai's concern is not what he said.
It was someone who could clearly contact him. He sent so many messages, but she didn't return any of them.
Feng Nai stood there, and even the air that she breathed in was cold.
When will that person take him to heart?
Probably because I knew she had the thought of leaving.
That's why Feng Nai looks like this.
Love someone for the first time.
It was also clear for the first time.
People you like may not like you.
"Forget it." Feng Nai looked back, her face was extremely cold.
Zhao Jianjian stood there and did not understand what it meant in Feng Shao's mouth.
Mo Bei in the corridor is not without seeing those news.
When I turned on the phone, there were already four.
See you at the school gate at 5:40.
5:45 I'm here, and you're busy coming out.
Did not receive the information at 6:00?
6:20 The phone is dead?
That is just now.
Mo Bei did not return.
Because back, it means lying again.
She didn't want to lie to him anymore.
Especially the thought that he was still waiting for her at the school gate.
Most importantly, Mo Bei has no time or thoughts.
For her situation, the most important thing is to contact her brother.
Only her brother knew where the clothes had been prepared.
Mo Nan realized that his cell phone was ringing.
But he could n’t answer the phone because the person opposite did n’t know why, and suddenly asked a very sharp question:
The Heiyan Provincial Final, that game was not like your game at all, and when, Is your hero pool so deep? "
"I practiced it." Mo Nanshun said, "It can't always be muddled."
Yao Leng glanced at him, his eyes darkened, "Is my left hand the master, too?"
Mo Nan knew that if this question could not be answered, he would not be satisfied.
Something will definitely happen.
The man asked him this way, and realized that it wasn't his play at all.
Mo Nan thought about this, and suddenly sighed, then rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, rolled it to his arm, and looked at the marks left on it: "My right hand is getting more and more worn out, and now I can still Use, but in the high-end round, it is easy to make mistakes. In the future, I can only use my left hand. After I knew it, I started to practice. Now it finally works. It seems that my left hand is also very good. "
When Wan Leng saw the scars, his eyebrows were twisted, and he looked very cold.
Fortunately, he did not continue to ask questions about play.
Probably because the scar was too dazzling.
This made Mo Nan quietly relieved.
Huan Leng raised his eyes: "So, what are you going to talk to me about?"
The chat was just an excuse. After being asked by the other party, Mo Nanka said, "I just want to thank you."
(End of this chapter)