Mo Nan stabilized his stability and was about to speak.

Zhao Leng retracted his gaze: "Who else do I know but me?" ”

Mo Nan thought he was talking nonsense and didn't answer.

Zhao Leng's eyes sank: "Do you think you can continue to pretend?" ”

It's all talked about to this point.

Mo Nan knew that no matter what reason he made up, Zhao Leng would not believe it.

Since he is looking for him to come here to talk, does it mean that things are still turning around?

But at the beginning, Lu Yifan looked for him, and he thought so too.

It turns out that the more you talk, the more points are attacked.

As long as he doesn't admit it, everything is just cold suspicion.

If it was his own business, Mo Nan wouldn't think like this, but this is related to Mo Bei.

In the matter of Mo Bei, Mo Nan has always been calm and not like him.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Zhao Leng put his phone on the table as if he remembered something: "You take a look, there is no recording, others will not know what we say, let alone a picture of someone intercepting your words like last time, Mo Nan, I am different from Lu Yifan." ”

At the time of saying this last sentence.

His eyes were deeper than ever.

Mo Nan looked at it, and suddenly smiled, the taste that the smile couldn't say, there was ruffianism, evil spirit, and gloom: "Then what are you looking for me today and asking these things clearly?" It can't be for the sake of our friendship over a drink. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle, he was so handsome that he could even reflect the lights in the store: "Lu Yifan is my best brother, in order to be on top, he sold me, people are like this, those who don't matter to you will never hurt you, only those who know and know you and trust can trample you to death." ”

"Call Leng, I'm not like you, you have a good family background and can be a person, I want to pay for offending so many people for me and not knowing the rules."

"It's too gloomy to have a day without a game."

"I regret it, why don't you listen to Wang Jun, open more live broadcasts and chat with people."

"Those people like us, but they just want to find a spiritual sustenance on the Internet, and I satisfy them that they are good for everyone."

"You think they really like to watch me play?"

Mo Nan laughed: "Find a similar one, they will like it too, how many people really watch the game?" ”

"I know everything, and I folded my hand to go in, and you ask this clearly, you are reminding me of the stupid things I have done."

"Then I will also tell you, the person who plays is me."

After speaking, Mo Nan put down the wine bottle, and his voice was calm from beginning to end.

It's not like when he knew that his hand was injured at the beginning, he panicked and was afraid of anger, and he couldn't get it.

It's not like hearing that the team is going to fire him, and he wants to change the opportunity in a low voice.

He grew up.

Know that the lost cannot be recovered.

Nothing.

Even if it's esports.

It didn't matter if his sister came.

He can't go wrong here.

"If you suspect it, look it up."

After Mo Nan finished the last sentence, he stood up: "There will be a game in a few days, and I have to take care of my hand injury, so I won't drink alcohol." ”

He had to tell Mr. 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 either.

If he harmed his sister because of him, he would live in guilt for the rest of his life.

He went through.

He didn't want to go through it again.

His sister is not like him.

That small facial paralysis should always love e-sports.