Chapter 952: Nine hundred and sixty-three

Outside the window, the winter night remains, and there is a mist everywhere.

Not even a few lights.

The bedroom gradually fell into peace.

Except for the shaking of the second hand.

Nothing at all.

Just when Mo Bei thought he was about to fall asleep.

There was another faint voice in her ear.

"like you."

Mo Bei had a heartbeat.

Immediately afterwards, she felt the strength of the hand on her back, rubbing her whole body into his arms.

Mo Bei could smell the fragrance of a man with a full nose. This time he really fell asleep.

And she has never tasted such a taste.

Did you taste too much?

That's why when it tastes sweet, it is so sweet that it penetrates into the heart.

Want to hold tight, never let go.

But don't let go, how can his championship be clean.

Mo Bei opened his eyes, the clear black, brought out nostalgia for the first time.

Unfortunately, Feng Nai didn't see ...

at the same time.

Monan went into a skewer shop wearing a cotton hat.

The night in the north was very dry and cold, and the wind hit the face, and it all hurt.

It's different when entering the room.

The oncoming heat made Mo Nan's legs warm up a bit.

He was called out temporarily.

They came out in a hurry, only wearing a pair of black jeans, and still a bit cold. When they saw the figure not far away, they were stable.

This Yakitori restaurant was the place where the two of them had a drink last time. It was not big and the traffic was average.

Usually, the store is closed at 3 am.

Mo Nan didn't know what was going on with the man, asking him to come out for a drink. After all, he was in the youth training camp, and he couldn't guess what the man thought.

He paced towards the figure.

There was only wine on the table, not even kebabs.

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows, reached for his hat and plucked his coat with both hands. He was sulking and handsome: "Don't you drink alcohol?"

Huan Leng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and that glance seemed to stop on his face, followed by deep: "What do you want to eat?"

Mo Nan was originally seen by him somehow and wanted to frown.

Now listening to his words, he felt a sigh of relief, turned his head and called the waiter.

"Ten strings, ten tendons, two waists."

Mo Nan was ordering.

Huan Leng's gaze has not moved away from him.

Wait until Monam is finished.

Only after calling Leng Leng gave him a bottle of beer, as if he inadvertently opened his mouth: "When eight into four, we should be able to come across, how are you going to deal with me."

Mo Nan expected that he would ask him to come out and would talk about the game.

Since the last drink.

From time to time he would ask him a few words.

Mo Nan smiled and couldn't see any questions: "Take me a tactic?"

Huo Leng's voice was clear: "You have never played any tactics before playing games."

Mo Nan looked at him: "The youth training camp was the youth training camp. I have been kicked by Tu Hai once, and of course I will study tactics."

Huoleng seemed to agree with him and asked again: "So you learned even your least favorite support? I thought you wouldn't play support, after all, you said, you only need c."

"That was all ignorant when I was a kid." Mo Nan sighed out something that was impenetrable: "Hei Yan only lacked assistance at the time, but fortunately I passed."

Huan Leng heard a word, and looked away slightly, and fell on the long finger holding the beer bottle: "It seems your hands are very thorough."

(End of this chapter)