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At ten o'clock the next morning, the three of them went downstairs to check out after eating the buffet breakfast at the hotel.

Yesterday, Lao Wu booked two suites at the New Era Hotel opposite Shuncheng. After coming out of Copper at night, Kan Qi walked into the same room with a bright look, and Lao Wu also went into the other room as usual, saying hello. In a guest room, Minglang was very embarrassed by his attitude that he should sleep with Kan Qi as a matter of course. Is this everyone's default?

Minglang looked up at Kan Qi who was sitting in the lobby of the hotel playing with his mobile phone, and sighed a little disappointed.

He originally... Originally... thought that when he went to the hotel last night, he could do something embarrassing with Kan Qi, because he was restless and had no place to release his energy.

As soon as he entered the room, he rushed into the bathroom without saying a word, rubbed his hands up and down, took a fragrant bath, and brushed his teeth. When he walked out of the bathroom sexyly wearing a towel, he saw Kan Qi talking on the phone with a serious expression on his face .

Well...he's busy with business, so wait.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the phone still hadn't hung up. Minglang's legs were sore while leaning against the bathroom door, so he had to sit by the bed and wait.

After another 10 minutes, Kan Qi finally hung up the phone, and Qingming thought that he could finally get to the point!Just when he was so excited that he was hungry and wanted to make some moves, Kan Qi frowned and turned on the computer and went directly to the video conference.Minglang rushed to nothing, he didn't notice a series of itchy little expressions at all.

Mingming stood there blankly: "..."

Kan Qi was dealing with work matters throughout the night, and Ming Lang stood beside him like a statue, even though he was only wearing a bath towel, even if he released the temptation to block the murder, Kan Qi still stared at the computer and didn't look at him much glance.

Finally raised his head and called him, and said a word: "Give me some water."

Minglang stood up bored and dragged himself, poured a glass of water and carried it over. Even when he walked in front of Kan Qi, Kan Qi didn't bother to look at him, just took a cigarette in his mouth and listened to the people on the computer talking.I didn't understand a word of what he said, it seemed to be a mixture of Thai and English, in short, I didn't understand a word of Chinese.Hey... What kind of transnational trade is Kan Qi doing?

"Do you need me to help you?" Ming Lang asked.

Although he couldn't understand what they were talking about, from Kan Qi's overly serious facial expression and cold tone, he could probably guess that the matter he was dealing with was very difficult and should be an emergency.

"No..." Kan Qi's answer was as soft as the air, and it was already difficult for him to disperse his energy to make things clear.

Mingming didn't bother him anymore, but sat quietly by the side to accompany him.

At four o'clock in the morning, Minglang couldn't stand it any longer. He glanced at Kan Qi who was still concentrating on his work. He probably didn't have the energy to serve him tonight, so he put on his pajamas resentfully, dispelling the desire to indulge in sex all night. idea.

Minglang didn't know what time he fell asleep, nor did he know when Kan Qi fell asleep. He only knew that when he opened his eyes in the morning, Kan Qi was lying beside him, hugging him from behind, sleeping deeply .

Hey... the imagination is very plump, and the display is more skinny.For Minglang, last night was wasted in vain.

After Lao Wu completed the check-out procedures, the three of them drove to the tennis court in Haigeng.

Minglang sat in the back row, thinking that Kan Qi slept so late last night, so he asked, "Brother Qi, are you sure you want to play?"

"Go, why not?" Kan Qi leaned on the passenger seat with his head in his hands.

"It's nothing, I just think you slept very late yesterday, yesterday, just ask."

When Kan Qi heard this, he seemed to care a little bit about himself, so he quickly turned his head and asked, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"..." Minglang looked away, but he didn't deny it either: "Did something happen last night?"

"Small matter, there was a small problem in the business in Thailand, and it has been resolved." Kan Qi said lightly.

trifle?Why are you in such a hurry all night about small things?

But Mingming saw that Kan Qi didn't mean to elaborate, so he didn't ask any further.

When they went to the Haigeng Tennis Court, Minglang did not join their sports, but sat on the sidelines watching Kan Qi and Jin Minhao play.

He was not interested in this kind of sports for the upper class, and he didn't know how to play it. He just watched Kan Qi running to the ball all over the field, sweating profusely, as if he was very HIGH.And Jin Minhao played very easily, waving his hands and adjusting the ball one after another, one left, one right, one front and one back, just like a grandfather playing with his grandson, purely for fun, and did not regard Kan Qi as an opponent at all .

After playing two rounds in one breath, Kan Qi was so tired that he walked off the court to rest.

"Brother Qi, drink less water, or you won't be able to run in the second half." Jin Minhao said.

"I can't, I can't," Kan Qi waved his hand: "I want to take a break, it's too deceitful! My physical strength really can't support it."

Jin Minhao twisted his body and asked: "How long has it been since you exercised? You got tired after only a few rounds? I brought you several long balls, and I've already drained Brother Qi."

"You know that people who smoke have poor lung function, let me take it easy," Kan Qi was sweating profusely, and he didn't want to fight anymore. He pointed to Ming Lang: "You, teach him."

Minglang opened his eyes wide: "Me? I don't like this, I can't learn..."

Jin Minhao's gaze drifted on Minglang, and he said, "Come on, let me teach you, people always have to try new things, and they can't stay at the level of playing table tennis. You Chinese have an old saying that... …Old trees sprout new shoots, dead trees come in spring, and people live to constantly renew themselves!"

"Hehe... It's been a good two years since I've been in China, and I've started to talk about ancient poetry." Kan Qi praised.

"I learned something recently," Jin Minhao's tone of voice was always as thin as silk: "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and you don't know if you are happy with the king. Brother Qi, am I right?"

Kan Qi: "..."

The latter question is a pun, which can be interpreted as asking whether the sentence itself is correct, or it can be extended as a tactful confession to Kan Qi.It is a sensible and wise way to express well without losing etiquette, and to leave enough room for retreat.

No matter how little Minglang reads, he still knows the meaning of these words, and his heart suddenly burns.Damn, the main palace is still sitting here. How dare you show your love so blatantly?Too arrogant, don't you have any clues in your heart?There should be a limit to narcissism, right?

As Jin Minhao said, he slapped the tennis ball on the ground and took it in his hand. This rhythmic movement made Minglang feel uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it, as if he was provocative.

Minglang raised his eyes and looked at Jin Minhao standing in front of him. You think your hands are stinky even if you are a foot-washing maid for Lao Tzu like you. How dare you chant poems and flirt with my people in broad daylight?It's been a decade of grinding—human!

"That's right, do you know what the second half of the sentence is?" Ming Langmu asked casually.

"consult."

"Tonight, Hexi, I miss you, and I am shamed by you when I miss you deeply." Minglang stood up and shook his legs: "Come on, teach me a few basic moves." Then he picked up the racket and walked onto the court.

"What do you mean..." Jin Minhao looked blank.

He Yin and Kan Qi looked at each other and asked, "Is there really such a sentence?"

"How do I know, probably... yes." The rest of Kan Qi didn't know, but he was sure that Jin Minhao's words just now had successfully provoked jealousy.

Jin Minhao followed behind Minglang, and said lazily like perfunctory: "Holding the racket is very simple, just like holding a sledgehammer. You can do it easily. The swing movements are divided into forehand and backhand. Novices need to practice more swing movements. , as for batting practice..."

Minglang walked to the field and said impatiently: "Can we start?" He didn't listen to Jin Minhao's rambling at all.

Jin Minhao hesitated for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Aren't you going to warm up?"

"Stop those pretentious ones, come on!"

"Yes." Jin Minhao nodded, then walked to the opposite side swinging the racket.

Minglang knows nothing about tennis. He just watched the game on TV. It can be said that he doesn't even understand the rules, but he just doesn't want to see Jin Minhao's persuasive face teaching him. What's wrong with not knowing the rules?Don't let him play!

Jin Minhao picked up the ball on the ground, glanced at it contemptuously, threw it high, opened his arms in a beautiful arc, and swung the racket with his big arm, only to hear a crisp impact, the tennis ball flew across the net towards Minglang past.

Minglang watched the ball fly towards him, and the speed of the ball was very fast. Before he had time to judge which posture to use to catch the ball, the tennis ball hit him in the face.

"Aw!" He couldn't help yelling, and took a few steps back, trying not to fall down.

He was dizzy, but what was even more deceiving was that his entire face was as if he had been hit by a stone pancake dozens of times, and tears of pain were about to come out.He adjusted, trying to keep himself on his feet.

Kan Qi was sitting on the sidelines and was injured after seeing the first ball. He stood up and wanted to take a look, but was stopped by He Yin.

"Don't worry, sit down," He Yin patted him calmly: "Look at a few more balls."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your little lover!"

He Yin felt that there was something going on, and he wanted to watch the show for a while longer.

Jin Minhao on the court turned pale with shock: "Did it hurt you? Why are you standing there in a daze?" Having said that, he had no intention of walking over at all.

"Small meaning, come on." Ming Lang said.

Jin Minhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and picked up another ball from the ground, "No, don't hold on!"

"Stop talking nonsense, come!"

Jin Minhao threw the ball up again, his body tilted at an angle, and his back strength was amazing when he hit the ball, and the ball flew straight over.This time the speed of the ball was faster than before, and it was aimed at Qingming.

Minglang raised his hand and made an incorrect hitting motion, the strength was enough, but the racket missed the ball, and the ball flew to his face again, this time hitting the bridge of his nose impartially, within a second, I only felt a burst of dryness in the nasal cavity, and the nosebleeds flowed out.

Jin Minhao mocked: "Tsk tsk...why can't you catch the ball and don't know how to hide? I'm feeding you the ball bro|brother!"

If the first ball was a coincidence, then the second ball was definitely intentional. Minglang's head hurt from being hit, and Jin Minhao's rude words just now, this incident completely angered Qinglang, and turned the tables!

He threw the racket to the ground, wiped the blood from his nose, and cursed: "Grandson! How dare you play with me?!" He lifted the net and strode over.

"Why are you as virtuous as Brother Qi?" Jin Minhao didn't mind being scolded by his grandson at all, and directly ignored Minglang's panic: "If you lose, you will scold others. I just told you the basic moves with all my heart, and you don't want to hear it." , now it's my fault...is it unreasonable?"

Minglang bullied him, and said angrily, "Don't treat everyone as a fool...you know what you're up to."

"So what?" Jin Minhao squinted at him.

Minglang said bluntly: "You should give up this idea for the rest of your life. Kan Qi is my man. Instead of wasting time on him, you might as well talk to He Yin nearby."

"However, every individual will be greedy. If you see something you want to eat and don't try something new, how can you be reconciled?" Jin Minhao disagrees.

"There is a saying in China that is 'the honey of this, the poison of the other', do you know what it means?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing," Jin Minhao said casually, "You first get the rhythm of your speech in order, and then describe it to me!"

"..." At this moment, Mingming's gaze was already wandering on the edge of force.

Kan Qi and He Yin ran over, afraid that Qingming would become impulsive after watching for another minute.

Kan Qi took a tissue to help him wipe the blood that had already smeared in his mouth. Seeing that he was like a martyr who had just been fished out of a pool of blood, he felt angry and funny: "Why are you so stupid? It's the first time I see you catch a ball with your face." So accurate."

"It was Min Hao who played well." Ming Lang taunted, "I don't even need to pick it up, just stand there and fly towards my face."

"Hahaha..." Jin Minhao said modestly: "This is the professional quality that an athlete should have. You can play wherever you want."

Does this mean that he just wants to play Qingming?

Several people walked to the rest area, Minglang sat on a chair, raised his head and asked Kan Qi to wash the blood on his face.He found that Jin Minhao was looking this way from time to time. No matter how piercing his eyes were, there was only one target for him to turn his head here frequently, and that was Kan Qi.

Mingming suddenly had an idea.

"Brother Qi, it hurts here." He pointed to his cheek: "Back and then."

"Cheekbones?" Kan Qi observed carefully.

"Hmm, could it be a broken bone?"

"Ah... I haven't heard of a fractured cheekbone."

"But...it really hurts." Ming Lang said in a tone of coquettish coquetry.

Kan Qi was surprised, he had never seen him so vulnerable, why today... he was so uncomfortable.

"How about I spray some Yunnan Baiyao for you? It will reduce the swelling."

"No, no, there is a wound here, it's too, too loud when sprayed on it."

"Then how?"

Minglang glanced sideways at Jin Minhao, who had been observing the enemy's situation in real time, and said with all his strength, "You brag to me! When I was young, when I was young, my mother would brag to me... just fine."

Ai Ma... When he said these words, Qingming couldn't bear to hear them, his whole body felt like he was crawling with thousands of fleas, and he wanted to tremble from the embarrassment.

Even Kan Qi was taken aback, "Are... are you okay? Why do you feel that you are particularly... coquettish today."

"Forget it if you don't brag." Minglang turned his face away.

"Hey... blow, blow, blow," Minglang seldom flirts with him once, why is Kan Qi willing to pour cold water on him?So he changed his usual momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, bent his waist, stretched his neck and pursed his mouth, and began to blow, while blowing and muttering: "Brother Qi blows and blows, it hurts Feifei..."

Damn... the hairs stand on end when I hear this, and my teeth are almost sour.No need to think about it, the current Jin Minhao must have a look of hopelessness, and his teeth are about to be gritted... Thinking of this, Ming Lang feels extremely happy, and his heart is full of sunshine, white snow and clear sky.

He Yin looked dumbfounded. Did someone lower his head on Lao Kan?Knowing him for so many years, it was the first time I saw him pouting his buttocks to blow to a man, his bulging and backward posture was really embarrassing...

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The update is late, because when I was about to update the day before yesterday, I struggled all night, so I decided to delete everything I wrote before and write it again!Unlike turning too fast, it should be better to have a process~