You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 436

In his previous life, Mo Mengchen was eccentric, treated others harshly, and had few friends. Except for some weddings, he basically didn't touch alcohol.

In this life, he is still a doctor and an NBA player. Given his injury history, he dares not ingest alcohol to harm his body. If he is not forced to, he will not drink a drop of alcohol.

Tonight, all these things have been forgotten, he just wants to drink some wine, so that he can temporarily forget all his troubles.

That's the unique magic of alcohol, and why those delicious drinks can't replace it.

As long as human beings do not move to heaven for a day, there will be troubles, and there will be a market for alcohol if there are troubles, not to mention that there are many people in the world who drink wine as boiling water without troubles.

Madeira finally saw Mo Mengchen.

He looked like a brooding Asian prince with no expression on his face despite a crushing defeat.

She walked over slowly, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Mo Mengchen slowly raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and whispered: "I'm obviously reserved, why are there still people idle?"

Idler
"Because you didn't tell them, even Dor.Mo's assistant can't come in."

Madeira poured herself a glass of wine.

This is a familiar place.

Two years ago, when she found out that Jeffrey Mullinger was having sex with her best friend Ellie Bain, she also chose to drink here.

At that time, Mo Mengchen had just experienced a tie-five defeat in the first round.

It was his rookie season, but the pain at that time was definitely not as great as tonight. In terms of hard power, the Pistons at that time were able to drag the Magic into the tiebreaker. It's a pity.

But this year, everyone thought they were better than the Bulls. As a result, they fell behind 2 to 3. Mo Mengchen began to stage a legendary performance. He scored 6 points in 6 minutes in the final quarter of Game 22 and scored 47+15+10 in the tiebreaker. The performance was perfect.

But that's how the game is.

The more perfect the performance, as long as the game is lost, it will become a footnote to the opponent.

Mo Mengchen didn't want people to see his dejected appearance, he didn't expect that Madeira would come here.

Before Madeira appeared, he didn't even think of her.

At this moment, her appearance is not so surprising.

She's such a weirdo, with hands and feet and a lot of chatter, that if it wasn't for the Rachel McAdams face and the perfect body, he'd have fired her long ago.

"Your game tonight"

"For the sake of not letting the waiter kick you out, don't mention tonight's game." Just as Mo Mengchen forgot about the game, the idiot woman proposed it.

You say, is she annoying?

"Does Ephraim know you're here?" Madeira asked.

Mo Mengchen sneered, "What do you think?"

Of course she doesn't know.

Madeira thought, in some respects, she really knew Mo Mengchen very well.

This man's self-esteem was unimaginably strong, especially in front of Ephraim, it was absolutely impossible for him to show a cowardly side.

In the eyes of Ephraim, Mo Mengchen is probably no different from God.

He can go to the living room, go to the kitchen, and it is said that he is also very skilled in bed, because he is a doctor, and he knows how to do it with more feeling - it comes from the whispers between women - occasionally helping Ephraim to fight a few lawsuits is also very rewarding As a doctor, he has never failed on the operating table; as a player, he is also a rising star in the league; as a singer, he is already a historical supernova; as an entrepreneur, his creativity and long-term vision have been proven
Verily, he made a perfect image before Ephraim.

He failed tonight, he needs a place to heal, and he won't let Ephraim see that.

Thinking of this, Madeira felt a little happy in her heart.

Such Mo Mengchen will never be seen by Ephraim.

Ephraim will obediently listen to Mo Mengchen and go home early to rest.

But Madeira knows that he needs someone to accompany him now, perhaps, it is precisely because Mo Mengchen never put her in a special position, so she can sit here well.

Tonight, after seeing Lamoni Lodge, Madeira reconfirmed her heart.

She really fell in love with this man, even if he already had his own.

She can't force herself to start another relationship because her heart is already filled with the name.

"How's your date going tonight?"

Mo Mengchen asked casually while drinking.

"It's very good, it's perfect. I found that Meilijiayuan still has merits."

Madeira smiled happily, "It introduced me to a particularly good date, and the date tonight is the best of my many dates."

"Listen to you, are you satisfied with him?"

Mo Mengchen didn't care who Madeira dated, because she was sitting here idly now and she could be sure that she hadn't made much progress.

If there is any progress, based on the emptiness, loneliness and coldness of this woman for the past two years, she has already burned firewood on the bed, and she is still here to chat with him?
"I don't know if I could be more satisfied, he's handsome, has a great job and has a great personality."

Madeira was always paying attention to the changes in the expression on Mo Mengchen's face, he didn't have any expression, and he didn't care at all.

"His name is Lamoni Lodge," said Madeira.

Rocky?Mo Mengchen remembered Stallone's movies.

"I guess he's from Philadelphia?" Mo Mengchen casually said a movie stalk.

It's a pity that Madeira didn't understand: "No, he's a native of Detroit, what's wrong?"

It’s meaningless if you can’t pick up the stalk. If Madeira understands, she should say: “Yes, he is a boxer.”

Mo Mengchen continued to drink, he had already drank five or six hundred grams of whiskey, and his body was fluttering, which was a side effect of exhaustion.

After playing the game and drinking so much alcohol, his body and mind were extremely relaxed.

This feeling was wonderful, he finally knew why Mullin and Vin Baker spoiled their great talents and became obsessed with alcohol.

Indeed, drinking heavily after exercising can have unexpected effects.

This feeling is addictive.

"Actually, I watched the game tonight."

Madeira carefully stared at Mo Mengchen, paying attention to his reaction.

"Oh." Mo Mengchen has not forgotten the principle of "not mentioning the game", "How am I playing?"

"Impeccable."

"Then how did we lose?" Mo Mengchen laughed, "You said I played impeccably? No, I missed seven shots, including two three-pointers. If we can make one, we will win .”

"So it's not impeccable, there are too many things to be picky about."

Mo Mengchen had no image in front of Madeira, no different from any drunk in the world, and came to a party for drunkards.

His hands were on the table, and his head rested on it.

"Can't sleep here!"

"I've reserved the room! I can sleep wherever I want!" Mo Mengchen declared his rights loudly.

These words can't frighten the current Medela, she got up from the chair and pulled Mo Mengchen vigorously, "You're drunk, I'll take you home."

Mo Mengchen struggled in position for a long time before giving up resistance, propped up his weak feet, and walked out of the bar with Madeira.

The owner and waiter of the bar watched them to the parking lot and said goodbye repeatedly.

"You lost the game, and you're still drinking in the bar, wait for the headlines!" Madeira thought that Mo Mengchen's only remaining IQ should not be able to refute her words.

Mo Mengchen complained: "Shouldn't I be drinking too much? I played so well and lost the game. I didn't blame my teammates. I didn't blame anyone. Can't I get myself drunk?"

Madeira regretted it, why didn't she bring the camera?Mo Mengchen like this is rare in a thousand years.

I don't know how long it will be until the next time I see him in this embarrassment.

"Why don't you complain to your teammates? They're sorry for you, and you're sorry for anyone. You should complain to them."

In her impression, Mo Mengchen is not the kind of person who will swallow his anger and take all the responsibility for losing the game on his shoulders. It's not that he is irresponsible, but that he will only bear the part that he should bear.

In his eyes, if he does not let others realize the importance of the problem, he will never change. It is for his own good to let the other party know how disastrous his performance is.

"If complaining helps, I will."

"If a few bad words can wake them up, I will."

Mo Mengchen looked out the window, not sure if he was drunk or not.

"I thought, maybe the problem is me, I pursue perfection, and in the end only I am perfect."

"Too perfect is not perfect."

He was talking to himself, and Madeira couldn't answer the words, so he could only speed up and return to Garridon's apartment.

(End of this chapter)