Chapter 1396

All of a sudden, Jiang Li seems to understand why the writer, who can't even drink water in recent days, suddenly becomes more energetic today.

She felt that Monan was right.

Such a simple fact, I didn't think of it until the rascal said it!

"You, ah..."

Mo Nan opened his mouth and wanted to scold him. However, he looked at Jiang Li's self reproach and swallowed the words.

The only thing he can do at the moment is to let the writer completely close his eyes and recover his mind.

Looking back, he was too angry. Now, what can this girl do even if she can see that the old man is shining back?

Nothing can be done!

"Well, I've just stressed that it's not your fault. After all, even if I'm here, I can only watch it happen."

Patted Jiang Li on the shoulder and comforted her. After all, this girl is sad enough now. Monan doesn't dare to sprinkle salt on her heart.

In a moment, he asked Jiang Li to get out of the bed and planned to find a way to restore the writer's mind.

The last thing that old Jiang tou and his granddaughter said was to let Jiang Li try to cheat him. Don't think about it. Old Jiang tou must have something to say to him.

Monan could guess what it was, and he was afraid of trouble. He was most afraid that someone would say something that he could not refuse. However, after thinking about it carefully, he decided to wake up the old man, otherwise, he would feel uneasy.

He felt out a few silver needles from his body. The old rascal directly threw out the needles, and the needles immediately fell to the position where they should fall.

It was only a few seconds after that.

The writer's daze in his eyes gradually faded away. His head was dizzy, and his eyes had recovered some clarity.

The old man turned his head and took the lead in noticing the tearful granddaughter beside the bed. Then he said with a wry smile: "ah, I'm afraid to see you like this. The old man didn't dare to fall down all the time. Unexpectedly, this day is coming..."

I didn't wait for them to say something sensational.

Mo Nan interrupted the writer's words calmly

"I have to remind you that you can only wake up for a few minutes, so don't say anything sensational. If you have something to explain, you'd better finish it all at once."

Otherwise, when the old man fell into a trance again, he would not be able to wake him up again.

"Good."

The writer is also a neat person. In other words, he has been ill for such a long time and has long been open to life and death. Now he nods his head heavily and keeps staring at Mo Nan.

The old hooligan immediately responded that the two of them wanted to talk to each other. He muttered to himself that you are such a bad old man. You still don't forget to cross the river and tear down the bridge, but you left the house with your legs honestly.

As soon as he left, there were whispers in the room.

From time to time, you can even hear Jiang Li's laughter. Maybe they are recalling some old things.

What the old rascal couldn't see most was the scene of parting, especially the scene of farewell. When he went out, he lit a cigarette and waited quietly.

About a cigarette.

The movement in the room almost stopped. At this time, Jiang Li pushed the door open and came out. Facing the urgent eyes of Jiang Wei and others outside, he pointed to Mo Nan

"You, go in."

The old rascal had something to say to old Jiang tou. He had expected it. Hearing this, he put out his cigarette end, nodded to Jiang Li and went into the room.

As soon as he entered the door, without waiting for the writer to open his mouth, he took the lead in pointing two fingers at the feeble former on the bed

"First of all, don't try to leave the mess you left behind to me. I'm not interested or energetic."

"Secondly, I will take care of your granddaughter as much as I can without your help, but if you want to make do with me and your granddaughter, you poor old man, you'd better save it..."

Monan attaches great importance to feelings.

He and Jiang Li have feelings, but they are far from being able to be together. Maybe they have. But after Jiang Li went to the headquarters of the Dragon chamber of commerce without giving him a response, the feelings faded again.

In a word, even if the writer asked at the moment, he would not agree with these excessive demands. Therefore, it is better to make some words clear in advance.

With these words, he said with a slow tone:

"Well, that's all I have to say. If you have anything to say, you can say it."

"What else can I say?"

The weak writer almost used his last strength to roll his eyes and said nothing.

Then, when he regained some strength, he showed some smile and waved to Monan.

Wait for Mo Nan a face to guard of come over, he immediately seem to be frightened to sit up in the dying disease of the gas general, roared out a way: "I am special not bad person!"

"Oh, you are not human when you are bad." Mo Nan immediately stopped to walk, the sneer way that doesn't cover at all. See, Zheng Zheng, pen Weng Hu happy smile twice. He was worried that he would not get used to it when he saw this smelly boy with tears in his eyes. Now it seems that he is just thinking too much! It's also true that this murderous and ruthless boy is right to be as venomous as ever. He was wrong from the beginning. It's just that the old man who has seen all kinds of people in his life knows better. Some people are just like this. They are unwilling to express their emotions. The more uncomfortable they are, the more their mouth will be damaged. Monan is obviously such a person. The writer was very happy when he thought that the boy would be sad because of his death. After laughing twice, he said, "I can't imagine that you attach so much importance to me?" I thought Monan should admit it. Who would have thought that the latter almost shuddered at the same time, and then said with disgust: "you damn old glass." The writer: "take a deep breath. He really wants to scold each other with the young man in front of him. However, before he opens his mouth, he finds that his consciousness has become blurred again. It's too late! The writer sighed in his heart, then ignored Mo Nan's loss of mouth just now, recovered his calm and indifferent smile and said: "in fact, the old man has nothing to say to you."“ I just want to see your attitude when I call you in. As for Jiang Li, I know that even if I don't say it, you will take good care of her. With you, I can rest assured... "Ha ha, seeing that you will suffer because of me, the old man will be satisfied even if he dies immediately." From the realization to now, his heart to Monan, after all, is some guilt. It was he who got this young man involved in the whirlpool of the ancient martial arts world. It was he who pushed Mo nan to the top of the wave at the beginning. Fortunately, Monan has survived, otherwise, he may feel guilty forever“ You can come When he was about to be in a coma, pen writer Weng waved to Mo Nan again. After the latter hesitated, he finally came over. He tried to hold up his head and whispered in the latter's ear: "you don't always want to know what I saw in you. Now I tell you..."