Boyfriend For Hire

"If I get the MVP, sister, can you give me a kiss?"

Yang Xiao was stunned by this sudden request.

The big boy sat in front of her, stretched his arms around her waist, raised his head slightly, and looked at her expectantly.

He was sweaty all over his body, like a big golden retriever who had just come back from a quagmire of crazy play. He didn't know how dirty or smelly he was, and desperately wagging his tail, begging his owner to touch and hug him.

If he is really a dog, Yang Xiao can naturally send him a resounding kiss.

But the problem is--

"If I kiss you, do I need to pay extra?" Yang Xiao asked.

"Huh?" Meng Yufan didn't respond, "No, no need."

Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows: "That's really unfortunate. You don't charge money, but I want to charge money."

"..."

"You don't learn well at a young age." Yang Xiao stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead hard. The bright red nails hit the center of his eyebrows, making a loud and clear sound. Meng Yufan yelled, and his forehead immediately became red. Yang Xiao didn't take this joke to heart at all, "Knowing that I am'elder sister', would you still dare to make such a joke? You have a slick tongue, don't you want the five-star praise?"

What five-star praise? What a joke?

When Meng Yufan said that sentence, he had long forgotten the transaction between them. He just...he just hoped that Yang Xiao could give his boyfriend a "encouragement of love" like a real girlfriend.

But Yang's words were like immersing his over-heated CPU in ice water. Every word reminded him: They weren't in love at all, but a deal with a clear price.

In an instant, Meng Yufan's mood plummeted, and his two paws slipped from Yang Xiao's waist, sitting there dejectedly, with depression written all over his body.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry..." he whispered, "Just on the court, Xu Dong threw trash at me, I just moved on impulse..."

Rubbish, especially in the sports arena, two teams mock each other in order to influence the mentality of each other. Sometimes trash talk is too ugly, and it is not uncommon to cause a fight in the audience.

For example, just now, Meng Yufan mocked Xu Dong's "charging for two hours and three minutes" as trash talking, and Xu Dong in turn mocked him for having never played, but also trash talking.

Yang Xiao saw that her boy was shocked, and asked, "What did he laugh at you?"

Meng Yufan whispered, "He laughed at me as a virgin."

"..." Yang Xiao almost laughed out loud. Are the little boys so funny now, just because he is a virgin, his self-esteem has been hurt by his opponents?

...

The whistle sounded and the intermission was over. Meng Yufan got up and threw the towel around his neck onto the chair. He still looks like he can't beat himself up, his head is hanging down, and his steps are extremely heavy.

And in stark contrast to him is Xu Dong on the other side of the basketball court.

Although Xu Dong was physically exhausted, he was very energetic. He talked and laughed loudly to Grandpa Xu, looking triumphant, as if the trophy was already in his pocket, so he didn't need to bother at all.

The atmosphere on the left and right sides of the stadium is completely different. The sun is shining over there, and the rain is continuous over here.

And the most annoying thing is that Xu Dong, away from the stadium, sent a provocative look at Meng Yufan, and then made a particularly nasty gesture!

Yang Xiao's anger came up after a while.

Meng Yufan was her person. During her employment, he belonged to her from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, from the body to the spirit! She couldn't bear to bully him, what kind of bird is that Xu Dong?

"Meng Yufan, stop." Yang Xiao said suddenly.

Meng Yufan, who was dragging to the execution ground, was taken aback and looked back at her.

Yang Xiao stepped forward. She wore basketball shoes exactly the same as Meng Yufan's. Walking on the smooth basketball floor, the soles of her feet rebounded slightly, and every step seemed to be walking in the clouds.

The two pairs of sneakers got closer and closer, and she stood still in front of him. She knew that at this moment, everyone around was watching them. Including Meng Yufan's teammates, including her parents, and many unit spectators off the court.

She knew that what she was about to do would definitely spread to every corner of the factory as soon as possible, and maybe some mothers-in-law would post it to the circle of friends, so that more people would watch.

But it's okay--

Yang Xiao looked up at her boyfriend, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You just said that when you get the MVP, give me a kiss."

In the next second, she supported Meng Yufan's arm with both hands and leaned on her tiptoes.

Not a forehead kiss, not a cheek kiss, or a lip kiss.

The kiss fell on his jersey-on his left chest, where his name was printed.

The traces of pale pink lipstick were clearly imprinted there, imprinted on Meng Yufan's heart.

"Meng Yufan." She looked at the boy's flushed face with satisfaction and raised her eyebrows, "I gave you this kiss in advance. Get me the mvp back. Credit is not allowed."

...

Yang Xiao's kiss seemed to be really magical.

After the start of the second half, Meng Yufan was simply beaten up. He didn't see a trace of fatigue at all. He paced like the wind and kept the ball, assaults, and shots.

Not to mention that the eight rookie players can't catch up with him, even Xu Dong, who played closely with him in the first half, was left behind by him!

After Xu Dong failed to block the second time, he was shocked and asked: "Fuck, Fanzi, are you on stimulants?"

Meng Yufan didn't say a word, only conspicuously nodded his chest, and attached a smirk.

Xu Dong: "..."

The difference between the scores of the two teams was not that big. If Meng Yufan was assisted by God, he quickly tied, surpassed, and surpassed...

When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Xu Dong was stunned that he didn't pour another goal! His score was squeezed to 38 points, and he himself was physically exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

Look at Meng Yufan again? Lively and triumphantly, just over an hour of battle seemed to be nonexistent.

After the competition, there is a simple awards ceremony.

As the award-giver, the leader of the unit first gave a lengthy speech, and then gave awards to the ten contestants in turn.

Of the two teams, the winning side gets the trophy and the losing side gets the certificate. There is absolutely no favoritism. Xu Dong looked at the certificate in his hand and sighed again and again. He probably would be scolded by his grandfather after returning home.

As for Meng Yufan, he won the MVP of the audience without any suspense and fulfilled his promise!

This is not the first time Meng Yufan has won the MVP on the court. In the future, he will win many MVPs. But only this time, he will always take it in his heart and remember it forever.

As an MVP, there is no separate medal, but there is a bouquet. The main flowers of the bouquet are red, orange and light yellow sunflowers. The stems are bunched together, and the flowers are large and full, which looks bright and festive.

Meng Yufan was holding the bunch of flowers. As soon as he stepped off the stage, his teammates gathered around and said that they wanted to add him on WeChat. They said that playing with him was very interesting, and they would have another chance to play with him in the future. Meng Yufan really didn't know what was interesting. After all, he was the only one who played the ball from beginning to end, and everyone else was chasing the ball in the outfield.

"Captain, do you have any more flowers?" The programmers on the team approached, "Talk to me and give me the flowers? I'm going on a date later, so I can't go empty-handed."

"..." Meng Yufan has never seen anyone more stingy than him. "You go on a date, why don't you just buy a bunch of roses?"

"I call it a low-carbon life, recycling, and environmental protection first." The programmer said plausibly, "In ancient times, there was a'borrow flowers to present the Buddha'. I borrowed the award-winning bouquet to give to my little fairy, and it also made her feel happy. !"

After all, he is reasonable.

Meng Yufan was shocked by his shamelessness and could only pass the bunch of flowers to him. But before he took the bouquet away, Meng Yufan thought, and suddenly stretched out his hand and took a red sunflower from the bouquet.

...

When all the audience in the stadium was gone, Yang Xiao found her MVP in the locker room.

The boy was holding a trophy in one hand and a sunflower in the other, as if waiting for her to come all the time.

The pink lip print on his chest is still there, but it is soaked in sweat and the edges are a little fuzzy.

A thought faintly flashed in Yang Xiao's mind—this pink lipstick is not very long-lasting, so next time I'll change it to a big red one.

Meng Yufan naturally didn't know what she was thinking about. Seeing her coming, he hurriedly handed out the lone flower in his hand and said clumsily, "This flower is for you."

He wants his goddess too, so he can feel his joy.