His Wife Calls The Shots

The boy twisted his neck, jumped twice, and immediately walked to the position, ready to catch the ball.

"Don't cry for a while." He smiled.

The next second, the ball flew over, his smile stiffened, and he went to block in a panic.

As a result, points were lost.

He maintained a reluctant smile: "Be careless, careless, this time, I won't let it."

This time, he serves.

The ball was played in a beautiful arc by him and flew to Tang Qianmin's side.

Immediately afterwards, he was beaten back.

The strength is swift and violent, but it is well collected in a suitable range, will not go out of bounds, and can also play to the extreme speed within the opponent's field.

The boy's initial self-confidence was gradually consumed by her swift offensive, the pace was flustered, and the intensity was not well controlled.

The two companions outside the court looked serious.

It was the first time that they were slapped like this by a girl.

"This Tang Qianyan's ball is mixed with anger, do you feel it?" A boy concluded.

"Yes, yes, the look in her eyes is ruthless and cold-blooded, just like a female assassin. It's so miserable. My brother is about to lose."

"It's shameful to lose to a girl."

"It's miserable!"

As the two voices fell, the boy on the court fell to the ground improperly.

Qian Miao put the racket on his shoulders, his eyes indifferent: "Next."

"Next, next?" The two boys who hadn't been on the scene trembled.

The boy who got up ran over and said, "What are you doing in a daze, come on, get your face back!"

With the phrase brother, the two suddenly had a sense of mission.

"Look at how brother conquered this chick."

The boy said a word and walked into the court.

However, a few minutes later, he was abused worse than the last boy.

After all three of them failed, Qianmiao said, "Go together."

These words made the three of them feel terrified, picked up their basketballs and ran away.

What a shame!

At this moment, the racket on the ground was picked up by the man.

He walked into the court and smiled at Qian Miao: "I will fight with him."

Qianmiao looked away and was very indifferent: "Forget it, I'm tired."

As soon as she put the racket to the basket next to her, she picked up her coat and stepped towards the door.

Behind him, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and the man strode over.

He walked up to her and looked down at her.

Qian Mian looked straight ahead, didn't look at him, and walked around.

He held her shoulders with both hands, and his voice was gentle: "I apologize, I was wrong."

Qianmiao put his jacket on his shoulders, waved his hand away, looked at his eyes calmly, and said nothing.

Fengxian wiped the sweat off her face little by little, couldn't help but squeezed her cheeks.

Although her face is thin and small, her flesh is cute and tight.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

Qian Miao still looked at him and didn't speak.

After a few seconds, she looked away and walked forward.

The next second, the man pulled her back and took her into his arms. The silent hug seemed to be pouring out his thousands of words.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...ten seconds.

In the quiet venue, there were only two people embracing each other.

Fearing that she would be angry, he didn't hold it for too long, and slowly let go of his arm.

"Hold it." The female voice snapped.

He looked startled.

In the ear, she heard her voice: "I have committed a heart disease."

Her face slowly lowered, resting on his shoulders, closing her eyes, like a cat who found a comfortable nest, closing her eyes peacefully and sleeping peacefully.

(Emotional line: Actually I have been there all the time, everyone is looking for me with heart, hahaha...)