"I said there is something!" Nan Jiajia shouted at Nan Jun unreasonably.

Only Nam Jun yelled in a daze, he couldn't help but spread his hands and said to Mo Jian with a helpless look on his face: "You saw it, I didn't do it either."

Mo Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "That's enough."

Namjoon smiled faintly and said, "You have learned to play ball now?"

Mo Jian glanced at Jia Jia intentionally or unintentionally and smiled bitterly: "It seems that it is not just learning."

Namjoon laughed and patted Mo Jian on the shoulder, saying, "I know, but I can afford to lose."

After hearing Nam Joon's words, Nam Jiajia turned her gaze back to the table, looking for anything that could be thrown out. This was just because Nam Joon's implication was that she was making trouble because she couldn't afford to lose? Unfortunately, the table was empty at this time and could not find a trace of something that could be thrown out by her.

Namjoon and Mo Jian smiled after a nervous wait and see each other.

The ball game started again, and this time Mo Jian’s opponent was no longer Nan Jiajia, but Nan Jun with a comfortable expression on his face.

Unknown to Namjoon's strength, Mo Jian chose to start. After a simple and rapid action, the ball quickly broke away, but this time the good luck did not seem to have come to Mo Jian, and he did not score a goal in this shot.

"It's my turn." Namjoon smiled faintly and picked up the club. When he leaned over to the table, the frivolous look on his face disappeared, replaced by a nearly depressing solemnity.

Mo Jian looked quietly. Namjoon's posture was very elegant. He seemed to be born with a unique temperament. He had some temperament that could not be found in ordinary people. If he insisted on giving this temperament, then only the word "noble" could perfectly describe it.

Namjoon's hands were very stable, not only his hands but also his body. When he bent down, Mo Jian could not even capture his breath. At this moment, he was like a perfect work of art completed by the hand of God.

The cue ball took off in a nearly perfect arc and knocked a colored ball into the bag, attacking, with a sharp attack that was so sharp that there was no gap, which gave Mo Jian a heavy feeling of being trapped in the waterfall.

The ball on the table was decreasing rapidly, and Namjoon also stopped while scoring the fourth goal, observing the situation while playing clever fans.

Six, seven, and the flower balls rolled into the bag without fail under Namjoon's pole until the last piece of full color left.

Seeing that the black ball is closely attached to No. 4, Namjoon turned around and then smiled faintly and looked at Mo Jian, "What do you think you should do?"

Mo Jian looked at Namjun's smiling eyes quietly and said lightly: "Don't you already have the answer?"

Namjoon's answer was extremely simple. When the cue ball was hit, the black ball slipped into an unintentional arc during the collision between the platform, and slowly rolled into the bottom pocket in the lower corner.

Looking at the ball that was like a magic trick, Nan Jiajia looked at Nan Jun with disbelief and said, "When did you become so powerful?"

Namjoon smiled faintly and said, "Always."

"Then..." Nan Jiajia looked at Nan Jun in shock, "Did you let me do it before?"

Namjoon smiled bitterly and said, "If I don't let you, how can I live until now."

"What did you say!"

"Just, just a joke, put the ball down." Namjoon looked at Jia Jia who picked up the ball with alert, and couldn't help but quickly moved the topic away, pointed at Mo Jian, and said, "Now you should know that he was not cheating."

"Hmph~" Nan Jiajia snorted heavily and actually put the ball down. This made Mo Jian, who was standing by, feel indignant about the unfair different treatment.

Namjoon smiled slightly and continued, "Since you already know that he was not cheating, why are you..."

"What do you mean?" Nan Jiajia glared at Namjoon viciously and said, "Do you want me to apologize if you miss him? I tell you, there is no door!"

Namjoon smiled bitterly and said, "Have I ever said I want you to apologize?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean very simple. Since you almost hurt his body, you should use your body to compensate..."

"You!" A bright red flashed on Nan Jiajia's face, but she picked up the ball in the next moment and threw it desperately, regardless of the thirty or twenty.

Not only Nan Jiajia and Mo Jian blushed, but this was because Nam Jun's words were too straightforward. If he could be a little gentle, Mo Jian might be a little grateful to him.

"Wait... don't get me wrong... I mean... I'm about to have lunch... Why... you... don't make a few dishes by the way... just treat it as compensation..."

Namjoon's voice came intermittently from the balls that were hit like a storm, which made Mo Jian secretly admire him. He might be able to catch these balls, but he could still talk distractedly while catching these balls, and I am afraid he would never be able to do it.

I don’t know if it was running out of the ball or Nan Jiajia was tired of losing it, but she stared at Nan Jun reluctantly, “Why should I cook for him to eat?”

Namjoon carefully put the full ball of his pocket back on the table, and suddenly turned Mo Jian's face toward Nan Jiajia, "Look, what a handsome face. If you accidentally hit him, let alone his relatives, even a friend, I will be heartbroken and sad."

Nan Jiajia looked at Mo Jianying's straight face and was slightly stunned, but then glared at Nan Jun, "When will you become friends?"

Namjoon smiled faintly and said, "Long time ago."

"Why don't I know?"

"There are still many things you don't know."

"Tsk~" Nan Jiajia snorted lightly and turned her head away, saying lightly: "Just do it."

Namjun couldn't help but smile knowingly when she heard this, patted Mo Jian on the shoulder, and said in a voice that only he and Mo Jian could hear, "You have a good time."

Mo Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He only expected that what Namjoon said was not a torture, because no matter he looked horizontally, Nan Jiajia didn't look like he could cook.

But at this time Mo Jian forgot a sentence: People should not behave like a person, and the sea water should not be measured. Just after he and Nam Jun continued to play billiards for a while, Nam Jiajia walked towards the innermost door of the room without saying a word.

"What did she do?"

"Of course I'm going to cook." Namjoon instantly gave Mo Jian an answer he didn't want to hear the least.

“There is a kitchen here?”

“Why can’t there be a kitchen here?”

Mo Jian couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said nothing, while Namjoon seemed to see Mo Jian's worry, and an extremely mysterious smile flashed in his eyes.

After Mo Jian and Namjoon played for a while, Namjoon put down the club, smiled and pulled Mo Jian up, and quickly walked towards the innermost door.

After Mo Jian entered, he was stunned, because behind the door was the spacious and clean room connected to the kitchen and the dining room, and through the window was Nan Jiajia, who was humming an unknown little song and holding a spoon.

What shocked Mo Jian was not the humming that looked like the sound of nature, but the beautiful face filled with a warm smile.

"She is very beautiful, right?" Namjoon also looked at Namjia quietly at this time, showing a happy smile on his face.

Mo Jian nodded in a daze. Perhaps this moment had become the most amazing moment in his life.

"Let's go, it's almost done." Namjoon greedily captured the scent, grabbed Mo Jian, and walked inward with big strides.
Chapter completed!