"Yes, that's not just a game for the Emperor Alliance, but you have to receive treatment." Feng Yi refused to give in: "Go to the United States first, and let's talk about what's going on in the future."
Qin Mo slowly tied the buttons on it, and copied them into his trouser pocket, with deep eyes: "Don't go."
The attending physician sighed: "Is the winning or losing of the game really that important?"
"It's not a matter of winning or losing." Qin Mo had already walked to the door when he said this, and his voice came over with neither high nor low voice: "I just don't want to leave any regrets."
Whether it is losing or winning or losing.
The most regrettable thing is that I didn't participate.
He said he wanted to lead the Imperial League to win the national championship, rather than not even present when the Imperial League lost.
No matter whether he can continue to pursue this profession in the future, he cannot leave now.
Of course Feng Yi knew what Qin Mo was thinking, and he knew very well that he could not persuade this person at all.
But he couldn't let things go like this.
Looking at the upright back that disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After thinking about it, Feng Yi thought that the person who was most likely to persuade Qin Mo was Bo Jiu.
He knew better than anyone who was the one Qin Shen kissed at the mask dance, and also understood that for Qin Shen, that young man was different from anyone else.
After leaving the hospital, Feng Yi called the boy. This was the first time he did not do what Qin Mo thought.
The night outside was a little dark, and his voice also changed. It was no longer the Feng Fox of the past: "There is one thing that I need to interview you."
When he received the call, Bo Jiu had just arrived home, holding a jacket zipper in his teeth and was about to take off his clothes. After hearing Feng Yi's words, he stopped moving and didn't ask anything. He just handed it into his trouser pocket with one hand, and his voice was clear: "Yes, where can I see it?"
What Feng Yi admired was the boy's simplicity.
At the same time, he also knew very well that the boy's mouth was very strict.
And from some aspects, Spades and Qin Shen have too many similarities.
The most important thing in a game is who drives the rhythm.
To convince Qin Shen to treat his hand injury first, a fire-like person must lead the Emperor Alliance.
It is not suitable to find Yunhu and Lin Feng.
There are only spades, and I have never lost, just like the person who appeared back then.
The night became darker and thicker.
He Honghua was still cooking soup, but when she saw that her family Jiu pulled the zipper of her coat to the top and put on a pure black mask, her eyes paused: "Why did you go out again as soon as you came back?"
"There is something happening in the moment." Bo Jiu smiled slightly, his eyes that were exposed outside looked very good: "Mom, I'll accompany you when I come back."
He Honghua was still very coaxed. After hearing what her Jiajiu said, she told her: "It's cold outside and the smog is heavy. You can wear one more mask and wear clothes as well. Don't catch a cold."
Jiu's body looks like nothing wrong with it. Once he catches a cold, it will be more serious than ordinary people, so He Honghua is so nervous.
Fortunately, her financial conditions have improved again, and Jiu has not gone to those messy nightclubs anymore, so He Honghua has become much more relieved.
At the meeting place, Feng Yi made an appointment with a coffee shop.
The coffee shop is only open until 10 o'clock in the evening, but it is better to be quiet, and no one from the media will notice it, so that they can talk to each other.
Chapter completed!