Mo Mengchen in his previous life was weird and harsh in his treatment of others, and had no friends. He basically did not touch alcohol except for attending weddings.

In this life, he is still a doctor and an NBA player. His injury history is there, and he dare not consume alcohol to harm his body. If he had not forced himself, he would not drink a drop of alcohol.

Tonight, all these things were forgotten. He just wanted to drink some wine to make himself forget all his worries for the time being.

This is the unique magic of alcohol and the reason why those delicious drinks cannot replace it.

As long as humans do not move to heaven for a day, they will have troubles. If there are troubles, alcohol will have markets, not to mention that there are many people in the world who drink alcohol as boiling water without troubles.

Medela finally saw Mo Mengchen.

He looked like a melancholy Asian prince. Although he had suffered a crushing defeat, he had no expression on his face.

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

Mo Mengchen slowly raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, whispering: "I have obviously booked the venue, why are there still idle people?"

Idle people

"Because you didn't tell them, even dyiryi's assistant couldn't come in."

Medela poured herself a glass of wine.

This is a familiar place.

Two years ago, when she discovered that Jeffrey Marlinger was having sex with her best friend, Ally Bain, she chose to drink here.

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

It was his rookie season, but the pain was definitely not as painful as tonight. At that time, the Pistons were able to drag the Magic into the fifth place in terms of hard power. It was more of a pity to lose the game until the end.

This year, everyone thought they were better than the Bulls, but they were first behind 2, and Mo Mengchen began to perform a legendary performance. The final quarter of GA6 was 22 minutes and 471510 in the tiebreaker. His performance was so perfect.

But that's how the game is.

The more perfect the performance, as long as you lose the game, you will become a footnote to your opponent.

Mo Mengchen didn't want people to see his sad appearance, he didn't expect Medela to come over.

He didn't even think of Medela before she appeared.

At this moment, her appearance was not that surprising.

She is such a weirdo, frivolous and long-winded. If she hadn't had Rachel McAdams' face and a perfect figure as a whole, he would have fired her long ago.

"Your game tonight"

"Since I didn't let the waiter drive you out, don't mention tonight's game." As soon as Mo Mengchen threw the game behind his head, the idiot woman took the initiative to ask.

You guys, is she very annoying?

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

Mo Mengchen laughed and said, "What do you think?"

Of course she didn't know.

Medela thought to herself that in some ways, she really knew Momonchen very well.

This man's self-esteem is unimaginable, especially in front of Ephraim, where he could never show his cowardice.

In Ephraim's eyes, Momchen and God are probably no different.

It is said that he is also very skilled in bed because he is a doctor and knows how to do it more. It comes from whispers between women. Occasionally, he helps Ephraim to fight several lawsuits and wins a great victory. 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 supernova at the historical level. As an entrepreneur, his creativity and long-term vision have been proven.

Really, he created a perfect image in front of Ephraim.

He failed tonight, and he needed to find a place to heal his wounds, and he would not let Ephraim see these.

Thinking of this, Medela felt a little happy.

Such Momontex is something Ephraim will never see.

Ephraim would obediently listen to Mo Mengchen's words and go home early to rest.

But Medela knew that he needed someone to accompany him now. Perhaps, it was because Mo Mengchen never put her in a special position that she could sit here well.

Tonight, when I met Ramony Lodge, Medela confirmed her feelings again.

She really fell in love with this man, even if he already had something to do with him.

She couldn't force herself to start another relationship because her heart was filled with the name.

"How was your date tonight?"

Mo Mengchen drank wine and asked casually.

"Very good, perfect, I found that Meili Jiayuan has some merits."

Medela smiled with a happy look: “It introduced me to a particularly good date, and the date tonight was the best of all my dates.”

"As you mean, are you satisfied with him?"

Momchen didn't care who Medela was dating, because she could be sure that she had no progress by sitting here with nothing now.

If there is any progress, this woman has been in bed for two years of emptiness, loneliness and coldness, and she is still chatting with him here?

"I don't know if I can be more satisfied. He is very handsome, has a good job and a good personality."

Medela always pays attention to the changes in Mo Mengchen's expression on his face. He has no expression at all, and he doesn't care at all.

"His name is Ramony Lodge," said Medela.

Rocky Momonchen remembered Stallone's movie.

"I guess he is from Philadelphia?" Mo Mengchen casually said a movie meme.

Unfortunately, Medela didn't understand: "No, he is a native of Detroit, what's wrong?"

It would be boring if I couldn't handle the meme. If Medela understood it, she should say: "Yes, he is a boxer."

Mo Mengchen continued to drink. He had already drunk five or six hundred grams of whiskey, and his body was floating, which was a side effect of fatigue.

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

This feeling was amazing. He finally knew why Mullin and Wen Baker were obsessed with alcohol because they were obsessed with alcohol because they were not as good as they were.

Indeed, drinking alcohol after exercise will have unexpected results.

This feeling is addictive.

"Actually, I watched the game tonight."

Medela stared at Mo Mengchen carefully and paid attention to his reaction.

"Oh." Mo Mengchen has no longer forgotten the principle of "not mentioning the game", "How is my playing?"

“Improveable.”

"Then why would we lose?" Mo Mengchen smiled, "You said I played impeccably? No, I missed seven goals, two of them three-pointers. If I could score one, we would win."

"So it's not impeccable, there are too many picky places."

Mo Mengchen had no image in front of Medela, and was no different from any drunkard in the world. He came to a drunkard party.

His hands pressed against the table and his head leaned forward.

"Can't sleep here!"

"I've booked the venue! I'll sleep wherever I want!" Mo Mengchen declared his rights loudly.

But this sentence could not scare Medela now. She got up from the chair and pulled Momonchen hard, "You are drunk, I'll take you home."

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

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

"You lost the game and are still drinking wildly in the bar, waiting to make the headlines!" Medela believed that Mo Mengchen's only remaining IQ now should not be able to refute her words.

Mo Mengchen complained, "Shouldn't I be drinking wildly? I played so well and lost the game. I didn't blame my teammates. I didn't blame the world. Can't I get myself drunk?"

Medela regrets it very much, why didn’t she bring a camera? Such a Momeng dust is once a lifetime.

I don’t know when I will wait for him next time when I see him in such a embarrassment.

"Why don't you complain to your teammates? Their performance is sorry for you, and your performance is worthy of anyone, you should complain to them."

In her impression, Mo Mengchen was not the kind of person who could swallow his anger and take all the responsibility for losing the game on his back. It was not that he was irresponsible, but that he would only bear the part he should bear.

In his eyes, if others are not allowed to realize the importance of the problem, he will never change, letting the other party know how disaster-stricken his performance is, which is for his own good.

"If complaining works, I will."

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

Mo Mengchen looked out the window, not knowing whether he was drunk or not.

"I think maybe the problem lies with me. I pursue perfection, but in the end I am the only one who is perfect."

“Too perfect is imperfect.”

He was talking to himself, and Medela couldn't answer the words, so he could only speed up and quickly return to Galritton's apartment.
Chapter completed!