Chapter 955: Monon

Chapter 955: Girl Controls Mo Nan
Mo Nan was stable and just about to speak.
Huoleng looked back: "Apart from me, who else knows me?"
Mo Nan thought that this was a rhetoric and did not answer.
Huan Leng's eyes were heavy: "Do you think you can continue to dress?"
We're all talking to this point.
Mo Nan knew that no matter what reason he made up, Huo Leng would not believe it.
Since he came here to talk to him, does it mean that things have changed.
But at the beginning, Lu Yifan sought him, and he thought so.
It turns out that the more you say, the more points you get attacked.
As long as he doesn't admit it, everything just calls cold doubt.
If it was his own business, Mo Nan would not think so and think again, but it has something to do with Mo Bei.
In the matter of Mo Bei, Mo Nan has always been calm unlike him.
"What are you thinking?" Huoleng saw that he had no intention of speaking, as if remembering something and put the phone on the table: "You glance at it, there is no recording, others will not know what we say, let alone not Like last time, someone intercepted your picture, Mo Nan, I'm different from Lu Yifan. "
In saying this last sentence.
His eyes were deeper than ever.
Mo Nan looked at it, and smiled suddenly. The smell that can't be said, there is suffocation, evil sorrow, and sadness: "Then you look for me today and ask them clearly, for what? It can't be for us A meal with wine. "
With that said, he picked up the wine bottle, it was long and beautiful, and even the lights in the shop could be reflected in his eyes: "Lu Yifan is my best brother. In order to be superior, he sold me. People are like this. Those that are irrelevant to you will never hurt you, and only those who you know and trust you can step you to death. "
"Huoleng, I'm not like you. You have a good family and will be human. I will offend so many people for me and I don't understand the rules."
"The days when there are no matches, it's too bleak."
"I regret why I didn't listen to Wang Jun, and lived more live chats with people."
"Those people like us, but they want to find a spiritual trust on the Internet. I am satisfied that they are good to everyone."
"Do you think they really like watching me play?"
Mo Nan laughed: "Find a similar one, they will like it, how many people really watch the game?"
"I know everything, and I folded one hand in. You ask them clearly, it reminds me of the stupid thing I did."
"Then I will tell you, the one who plays is me."
After speaking, Mo Nan lowered the bottle, and his voice was calm from beginning to end.
Unlike at the beginning, when he knew that his hand was injured, he was scared of anger and had no ambition.
It wasn't like hearing the team was about to drive him, he whispered and wanted to go for another opportunity.
He has grown up.
Knowing that it is irretrievable.
nothing much.
Even esports.
It's not as important as his sister's coming.
He can't go wrong here.
"If you suspect, you can check."
After finishing his last sentence, Mo Nan stood up: "I will have a hand injury in a few days and I will not drink alcohol."
He must tell President Feng about this and arrange for Bei to leave as soon as possible.
It doesn't matter if you can't play.
Those comments were nothing to him.
If he hurt his sister because of him, he would live with guilt all his life.
He went through.
He didn't want North to experience it again.
His sister is different from him.
That small facial paralysis, you should always love e-sports.
(End of this chapter)