The taste of despair, it turned out to be so bitter.

Mo Nan pressed his hands on the door, his body slowly sank, and his knees fell to the ground.

The ruffian's side face was obscured by shadows, and his expression could not be seen at all.

A little drop of water on the ground knocked down and made a mark.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He clenched his fists and slammed into the door, one bang louder than the other, and his wrist was still wrapped in a white bandage.

But now, he doesn't care.

This time, he really regretted it.

If not so much to like.

Then he wouldn't have come to play professionally.

He could find a job to support his family's small facial paralysis.

Whatever you want.

Like the rest of the older brothers.

If you have money, give her a red envelope.

Buy her beautiful cards when you go shopping.

Steal the contents of her bowl and put a piece of ribs in her bowl again.

can confidently tell the world that that person's name is Mo Bei, and he is Mo Nan's sister.

He had never done any of this.

Three years, training, competing, and rarely going home.

I rarely even make phone calls.

Facial paralysis seems to have learned to cut shredded potatoes.

The carrots carved by the small face are becoming more and more delicate.

He's going to tell him all this when he's listening to his mother's voice.

What he missed and regretted was those times.

Now, the word "substitution" is branded on his sister's body.

He can't be her sister's hero.

He even forgot what he had to do as an older brother.

Unwilling.

It's so unwilling.

"Brother, let's win the national championship together in the future."

"Okay."

Mo Nan hung his head and pressed against the door frame, even his shoulders trembling.

That's when it happened.

His shoulder protruded and he was tapped.

Mo Nan paused, then turned around, his gaze just level.

"My mom said that the more good-looking people are, the less they can cry, especially the professional players." The person who spoke was a little boy in a black jacket, with exquisite appearance, fair skin, slightly long hair, and was made a little teased, but because of that little face, people couldn't feel the slightest femininity, and he had a small keyboard directly behind him, which was as cool as a modern knight, but he was wearing the nobility of a son of a family, and he was so handsome that he had no friends.

When Mo Nan saw the keypad behind him, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes shook: "You, who are you?" ”

"Me?" The little boy took a tissue and tapped it on his face.

The flying eagle who came with him couldn't help but speak: "I say, thin little devil! When the hell are you going to untie the thing that's locked in my hands! You're such an unfriendly hacker, does your mom know? ”

"Didn't I deliver you takeout, how could I be friendly?" The little boy was unhurried, not at all thinking about the reaction that he should have at his age.

The Flying Eagle felt that he was unlucky.

Had a good stay in Bey's apartment.

Why is there a little ghost all of a sudden?

This kid is like an actor.

When I knocked on his door, I told him that I was delivering food.

Outcome!

As soon as he opened the door, he fainted, and when he woke up again, he saw a little devil who used his computer to jump over the wall.

It's not because he's a little devil because he's only done one thing.

It's that he actually said that his surname is Bo, and his mother's surname is followed!

it!

With the mother's surname, the surname is thin!

Isn't that the son of Z and the Qin family!

When did those two people make a little devil come out!

How old is he going to use drugs and cross the firewall!

This is definitely Z's tutoring!

The Qin family has been doting on their daughter-in-law over the years, so they don't care about anything else!

What about children? Don't know how to raise!