Chapter 971: Nine hundred and eighty-two

Mo Bei's clenched hand was heavy, in order to prevent him from knowing that she was awake, when he let go of her, his head naturally fell on his shoulder because of the drooping force.
After Feng Nai caught her, her jaw pinched Mo Bei's hair, and her mouth cornered upwards.
Mo Bei's heart was not quiet from start to finish.
A dark red cotton scarf wrapped around the necks of two people, coupled with Feng Nai's stance on the eyes, brought out a faint possessiveness.
No matter who sees them.
Would think they were a couple.
Not to mention that he was still holding a little white Samo in his hand.
Feng Nai also raised her hand, took a picture and sent it to the circle of friends: "a gift from a sleeping little brother."
Although two people's faces were not captured.
But sitting side by side, everyone can see it.
Cats and cats no longer want to be stimulated.
Shows that the dog is being sunbaked, it is actually showing affection!
Don't think he can't see it!
The message will definitely explode.
Feng Nai likes to see these people making a fuss.
When Xiaoma took the photo just after she took the phone, she saw this one. His elder brother also said that everything was used to expose the circle of friends, and it must be an empty heart.
Now, hum, every one is about little brother.
How eager his brother is to prove that his brother is his.
Hao Leng has Fengnai WeChat.
When he got the news, he looked up at Mo Nan sitting opposite him.
Now that the other party has learned the secret, Mo Nan is not so secretly hiding, and after seeing Leng Leng's gaze, he raises his eyebrows slightly, with a little sigh of relief: "how?"
"It's nothing." Huan Leng pressed the phone and looked indifferent: "What time is the high-speed rail."
Mo Nan glanced at the page: "less than an hour."
"How are you ready to talk to your family?" Yao Leng put down the coffee in his hand and asked with a shot.
Mo Nan smiled, handsome yet free and easy: "Of course it is true, but in the end it turned out that my dad won. In the future, listen to him and learn some majors."
Huo Leng heard the words, and his throat moved hard: "Have you ever thought about switching to coaching or commentary?"
"No." Mo Nan glanced to the side: "Who would be willing to let a black man be a coach."
Huoleng looked at him: "I can help you ..."
"Call cold." Mo Nan raised his eyelids, and even if he had reached this point, there seemed to be an unburned fire in it: "I don't want to be in this line anymore, you fight well, I know you are in the country In the move, I will sit in front of the computer and cheer for you at the World Championship next year. Do n’t even occupy the starting position, at least you will win the guy in Fengnai. "
According to Mo Nan's character, he never liked to say too much about one thing.
He stood up: "Well, I'm going to wait in line to wait for the train. When you come to Jiangcheng, I'll invite you to eat a big meal."
After finishing his speech, he patted Leng's shoulder, and then, with both hands, pocketed him and walked into the rushing crowd.
Wan Leng only felt that his mouth was astringent, probably because he had coffee.
do not know why.
Looking at the black silent figure.
What emerged from Huan Leng's mind was that he chuckled and held up his hand at that time: "You are also new here, don't buy it here, it's very humorous, go with the brother, the brother knows a store, The keyboard sounds cool. "
These are gone ...
(End of this chapter)