You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Since Rashid Wallace has accumulated 30 technical fouls, he will be fined $100,000 and will automatically be suspended for three games."

The NBA office responded quickly to the matter.

The purpose of this rule is to punish Rashid, a stranger who treats T as a commonplace.

But the next three games are tough battles.

One game against the Lakers, one game against the Jazz, and one game against the Celtics.

Inside, the Lakers are fifth in the West, the Jazz are third in the West, and the Celtics are third in the East.

Even more annoying is that all three teams have super insiders.

"Have you been scared by these people to pee your pants deliberately looking for T to be suspended?" Mo Mengchen thought of this possibility.

Rashid shouted innocently: "How could you say that? I was really forced to help at that time, the dog referee blew a black whistle, and the pennies were almost **** my cock!"

Mo Mengchen was furious: "Are you still thinking about it? Even if he breaks your short 15 cm piece, the referee will not care, this is their home court, and the penny is David S. Turner’s pet, don’t you **** understand?”

Barkley said wickedly: "If the recording of this passage was recorded and sent to the league, wouldn't Mo be suspended for a year?"

"One year?" Dumas smiled. "Do you think our president is bullying? Directly expel from the alliance!"

Rashid said nothing, and then Mo Mengchen was about to turn his face again.

Actually already turned...

Alan Houston is right, want to influence Dad? It may be realized in a dream, but it is impossible in reality. This person is really a chameleon. If he turns his face, he will turn his face.

Am I just making a small mistake...

"Okay, Mo, I believe Rashid didn't do it on purpose." Hill made a round in due course.

However, Hill is also within the range of the Moroccan cannon: "Are you going to pretend to be a good person now? How many points did that **** shoot on your head tonight, are you clear?"

Everyone looked at it now.

A unique big play in the Pistons: "Daddy and Mommy Spray".

Hill is also a face-to-face person, how could he not be able to be reverberated: "Do you dare to say? Did he get more points on your head?"

"Does anyone overstate that I am the best defensive defender in the league? Does anyone advocate putting me in the best defensive lineup? Does my name appear in the top ten in the Defensive Player of the Year prediction list? Mo Mengchen unreasonably muttered, "Is there anything weird about it? How can you not? Why can't you? You are Jordan's successors, how can you let him blow him up? You Is this Jordanian successor fake?"

Everyone couldn't help feeling distressed to my mother.

This is too miserable.

Hardaway was exploded on the field, and Mo Mengchen was blasted after the quarrel.

There is a reason why Mo Mengchen is so angry.

Rashid was expelled, and a Big Ben could not cover the penny, which indirectly led to the outbreak of Hardaway, and his defensive rotation with Hill was exploded.

In the end, Hardaway teamed up with other teammates through personal firepower, hitting a triple-double of 46 points, defeating the Pistons at home and giving them the third defeat of the season.

Westphal gradually stopped persuading Mo Mengchen to control his temper.

He found that this was Mo Mengchen's instinct, and when they lost the game so stubbornly tonight, Mo Mengchen's anger was irresistible.

In addition to the coaching staff, everyone can not escape his scolding.

The scolded person will have many different reactions. Rashid dares not answer the call, and Hill is sprayed with blood after the call.

This will cause fear in others.

Because if even Hill is sprayed like this, what else do others dare to say?

However, this is just one of the ways Mo Mengchen leads the team.

He only let them know that such a failure tonight was unacceptable through such anger that he wanted to kill everyone present.

With a defeat, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

Medela came outside the airport half an hour earlier and waited.

There are more and more fans on the scene, and there are many people here who are fans of Mo Mengchen. These people will surround Mo Mengchen.

I wonder if he will let fans wait for a game today?

Mo Mengchen came out, not hiding like he usually did. He didn't have any disguise. He dragged his luggage and walked out to the parking space where Medela was under the **** of the security guard.

His face was ugly, and it made fans who had decided to attack the security guard take action.

Even the brain remnants know what personality they love.

Mo Mengchen's indifference to fans is well-known, but the brain disabled love this set. The more cruel you are, the deeper they love, and the mother will automatically make up all kinds of Mary Su sadistic plots in her mind.

Mo Mengchen got on the train smoothly.

Medela was so surprised that she didn't expect Mo Mengchen to come directly.

"Are you asking me to take you?" Mo Mengchen asked coldly.

Medela heard that they lost the game last night, no wonder no one dared to approach this morning.

This pair of acquaintances looked cold in their hearts. Who dares to approach?

"You are a doctor, don't you know that a smile can move dozens of cheek muscles?" Medela wanted to tease him, "It's always wrinkled if you keep your face on."

"My pleasure."

Medela took his words: "But many people are not happy."

"How do other people think about me?" Mo Mengchen asked rudely.

Medela smiled and said, "Like Ephraim?"

Mo Mengchen said roughly: "She is different from the members of your gang of appearance associations. She won't dislike me because of my wrinkles. You can drive me quietly now. Don't talk without words! "

"that..."

"To shut up!"

"Oh..."

"Shut up means you don't even make this sound!"

Medela bit her lower lip hard, and she couldn't figure out why this happened.

She and Mo Mengchen had such a dreamy night, the relationship seems to have not changed? Why can he be like no one?

She clearly regarded her as an assistant like this. Where does this brutal attitude treat her lover a little?

Looking at the expression of Mo Mengchen who wanted to destroy the world, the dissatisfaction of Medela's heart subsided.

This is the case. If he loses on the road in the future, let Aaron pick him up.

Amazingly, after losing temper with Medela, Mo Mengchen felt much better.

He exported to Hill and Rashid last night, and finally tossed and turned to sleep in the hotel. Now that he shouted at Medela, he was sleepy.

Speaking of which, when his relationship with Medela has progressed, it seems that it is for similar reasons?

He didn't forget what happened that night.

Dong decided to lose, he borrowed wine to relieve his sorrow, and then something irreparable happened.

But he also admitted that after that night, he adjusted his mind.

Is Medela my punching bag?

Mo Mengchen felt that this idea was a bit perverted.

"Go eat something first." Mo Mengchen looked out the window. "I'm hungry."

This man is really moody.

Medela was not sure whether she could speak now, so she did not ask where Mo Mengchen was going to eat. According to experience, she chose a steak restaurant.

Mo Mengchen had no problem. Before entering the restaurant, Mo Mengchen made a low-level disguise in the car. He avoided the attention of the waiter and found a corner seat, supporting his face with one hand, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside.

Medela helped him order a steak and sat opposite him.

Kept silent.

It's so weird. Medela is not like this.

Mo Mengchen apparently forgot the ban code he gave Medela: "Are you upset?"

Medela shook her head.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Continue to shake your head.

"Why do not you speak?"

Medela seemed to hear the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Why don't I speak? you ask me?

"Can I speak now?" Medela asked cautiously.

"You are free." The verbose Medela is the one that Mo Mengchen knew.

Medela looked at Mo Mengchen's face: "What are you looking at?"

Mo Mengchen said: "Look to see if there are reporters tracking."

"Relax, my car skills are superb!" Medela said confidently.

"The last time you said that, we went to Detroit's entertainment magazine the next day, and you became my gossip girlfriend." Mo Mengchen said.

Medela asked, "Am I not?"

Mo Mengchen turned his face to her, very close: "I should not go to bed with his gossip girlfriend."

"You mean..." Medela was about to laugh.

Mo Mengchen interrupted her, "I don't mean anything."

The faces of the two were too close, and Medela had an impulse. Although this was a bit shy, the last time she took the initiative, why don't you take the initiative again? So she kissed Mo Mengchen's lips boldly.

After a few seconds, Mo Mengchen gently moved his face back, ending the moment.

Medela said: "I guess you won't kiss your gossip girlfriend."

"No, maybe." Mo Mengchen leaned on the chair.

The trouble caused by losing the ball disappeared, and now he just wants to enjoy this date-like lunch, which is not quite like a date.

At dinner, Medela reported to him on the progress of various projects. Some projects that are under development or have already been developed are preparing to be put on the market~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She has been busy with these things recently.

Mo Mengchen can carelessly focus on the stadium and hospital, and can't get rid of Medela.

She became more and more familiar with her work, and the selection of supervisors did an excellent job. Mo Mengchen was very at ease with her.

Sometimes, he feels that it is too wasteful for Medela to be just an assistant.

However, she did not take the initiative to raise this matter.

If she really wanted to change jobs, she would say that, and she knew he would be satisfied.

She didn't say that she didn't have this idea.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen will not ask, and some questions will only cause misunderstanding.

For example: what? The relationship has already happened before thinking about pulling me away from my side? Scum!

Silence is gold, but truth is truth.