Chapter 953: 964th call cold found

Chapter 953: Ninty-Sixty-fourth Call Leng Found
After hearing this sentence.
Mo Nan raised his hand to drink and paused, indifferently: "Well, it's been long since."
Huan Leng wanted to see from the face in front of her.
But he found that this man was indeed different from the youth camp.
His temper was the clearest call to cold, his anger was hot, sometimes just a little bit.
Huan Leng has always disliked such people.
Mo Nan is different.
When he was in flames, he was always maintaining something.
Come fast and go fast.
Unlike some people who are open-minded and hurt others.
But the principle is much stronger than others.
Now he.
If not still drink like this.
Huan Leng could hardly see the corner of the boy who was standing in front of him.
Three years, a lot happened.
Will his style of play change over time?
Call cold still thinking.
Mo Nan was wary.
He told him to come out, it should not be just drinking.
If he asked him about the game again, he would have to diverge.
Just then.
The table next to me was rushing for someone to sell.
Suddenly it hit Mo Nan's shoulder.
Mo Nan subconsciously stretched his right hand to stop.
That power is not small.
If you don't stop it, it is estimated that the jacket zipper that is thrown over will hit his face.
"I'm sorry brother, I didn't see it." The man soon apologized, full of embarrassment.
Mo Nangang just said: "It's all right."
I thought it was just an episode.
When cooling down, Huan Cool's eyes suddenly deepened.
He dragged his hand directly over it, pressed it on the table, and even lowered it with a voice: "Don't you say your hand is already good? What is this?"
The last few words were stained.
Mo Nan followed his line of sight and let out his sigh, saying: "Today, after a game and playing with cats and cats, there was no big deal, but professional players should always pay attention and go. The hospital is bandaged. "
"The bandage happened to be on your injured hand before it?" Huo Leng's eyes approached him, and now he had no temperature. "You have changed your character because of the hand injury. No matter what you do, the first reaction is It ’s protecting your hand, how could you possibly hurt it again? When are you going to lie?

Mo Nan ’s hand holding the beer bottle was a little whiter, but he could n’t see anything in the state:
No one can avoid accidents. When in trouble, where can I care so much. Why should I lie? My hand is hurt Okay, it doesn't have much to do with you, do you still drink the wine? If you don't drink, pack up and go. I'm here to listen to your thoughts in the early morning, very boring. "
When he finished speaking, he pulled his hand back, and seeing that Leng Leng didn't speak, Mo Nan was about to get up.
The voice over there went into his ears, slowly, heavy, as if it could freeze the temperature of the whole skewer shop: "Who is playing for you today."
That's it.
Mo Nan's heart sank quickly.
In the place where Huo Leng could not see, the face of Zhang Jun was gone, pale and doubtful, and his wrist began to hurt because of cloudy weather.
He didn't do anything, smiled back at Huoleng, and didn't seem to care: "It's really ridiculous to say more."
"Using Longkeng, through accurate calculations, to ensure that the blood volume and tricks are superimposed." Huan Leng looked at the man's straight and clear back, and his eyes fell on his hands again: "It's not your play at all. "
(End of this chapter)