You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 Pistons advanced to the finals night.

　　 They returned to the home, and did not let the Pacers take the game back.

　　 116 to 111

　　 This is a game that will test the will. The Pistons have endured countless challenges and finally defeated the Pacers with experience.

　　Tonight, the protagonists of the stage are not Mo Mengchen and Hill, but Anthony and Curry.

　　 It happened to be Anthony's regular season MVP coronation night. He did not live up to the sublimation brought by the glorious body. He used an exciting large triple double to defeat the Pacers and led the Pistons to the finals for nine consecutive years.

　　 "Please everybody have to persuade him to fight for another ten years anyway, he can do it all."

　　When Mo Mengchen was interviewed at the scene, Curry came to grab a shot.

　　 is a joke, but he must be a bit true.

　　He was so distracted that even the reporter at the scene changed the question: "Is this season really your last season?"

　　Mo Mengchen replied: "Why do you ask?"

"You can still play 82 regular season games, averaging 17 points, 6 rebounds and 8 assists per game. The performance in the playoffs goes further. Not tonight, you can get 20 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists per game." The reporter said, " Most people think that if you go to a team that gives you full freedom, you can still play 25+8+8 per game."

　　 This, I do not deny it.

　　 "Are you encouraging me to join other teams?" Mo Mengchen immediately took the topic off course.

　　The reporter knew that he had lost his word and quickly corrected: "No, just an analogy, I don't mean that."

　　 "I think so." Mo Mengchen not embarrassed him, "I tend to retire after the end of the season. This is not the final decision. When the season is over, I will sit down and stay with my family to discuss it."

　　The interview was over, and Mo Mengchen walked towards the player's channel.

　　 "Consult with your family?" Hill laughed. "Are you serious?"

　　 He is used to chatting with Mo Mengchen all the way after each game, they can share their good and bad things.

　　 He really couldn't imagine Mo Mengchen's absence from the team.

　　When chatting, walking will become fast;

　　When you want certain moments to come slower, time will speedily accelerate and make you scared and uneasy.

　　Mo Mengchen and Hill walked outside the dressing room.

　　 They entered the locker room together. Few people except rookie were excited to reach the finals. This is something they have been doing for nine years, just like eating and sleeping.

　　Fraise entered the dressing room, said a few words, let everyone rest for a while, and disbanded on the spot.

　　Mo Mengchen took a shower and walked outside the stadium alone. Medela drove and waited for a long time.

　　Medella was just about to drive home, but Mo Mengchen said: "Go to downtown North Street."

　　 Hearing this place name, Medela first hesitated, as if thinking about what this place was, and she soon remembered it and started the car silently.

　　 These days, Mo Mengchen can be sure that Medela must know something, but she has not taken the initiative to speak, as if to keep the secret in her heart forever.

　　 is about to retire, and Mo Mengchen must consider the future on the one hand, and deal with him and Medela on the one hand.

　　 He can drag on, Medela can't, she is no longer young.

　　Mo Mengchen asked Medela to drive the car to Sivers's door.

　　He didn't want to hide anymore, let Medela wait in the car, get out of the car alone, took the key from his body, opened the door, and walked in.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't come, which surprised Sivers.

　　She thought that Dr. Mo, who had no interest, suddenly wanted to "change taste" today, just want to be more charming.

　　 However, Mo Mengchen's face did not have a touch of affection.

　　 "If you are visiting Monica, I regret to tell you that she is asleep." Sivers said helplessly, "It is difficult for her to watch a game where you only play 20 minutes."

　　Mo Mengchen sat on the sofa and said, "Is it? That's good."

　　Sivers thought that Mo Mengchen was trying to escape, so he took the initiative: "So, is Dr. Mo coming for me?"

　　 "Unless you have a third person at home."

"The playoffs are so tense, you still think of me, I'm really touched." Sivers lightly leaned on Mo Menchen's shoulder, and said with some blame, "but you don't have to fight before you come Phone, I'm not prepared at all..."

　　Mo Mengchen asked: "Did you decide the thing that Monica said before~www.wuxiaspot.com~?"

　　 Seefers saw that Dr. Mo didn't want to change his taste tonight. He might not even want to take off his clothes.

　　 She also recovered her seriousness, sitting next to Mo Mengchen, and said, "I hope to make Monica happy, but, I don't know where I can achieve my self-worth when I leave Saint Lucifer."

　　She has always been a workaholic. Monica may have changed some of her views on life, but it is by no means all.

　　 "What do you call the value, is to die in St. Lucifer?" Mo Mengchen mocked, "It's really great."

　　Severus heard that he was blacking himself again, pinching his cheek angrily, "Then you say, where should I die?"

"The important thing is not where, but what do you want to do? If your wish is to die in St. Lucifer, I certainly have no opinion." Mo Mengchen told her, "If you have other goals, or some want to do I may not be able to provide professional advice on things that I have never been able to do, but I can provide enough funds... You and Monica are my family, and your business is my business."

　　A man who never talked about love affairs suddenly said so much, and it was really touching.

　　Sivers' nose was sour and astringent, she squeezed Mo Mengchen's face again: "It seems that I can't leave you in my life, Dr. Mo."

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