She uses tenderness as bait

Zhao Quan likes to drink, even if he plays golf in the morning, he has to drink.His liver is healthy, and with regular exercise, it can hold up.

He suddenly asked for tea, which made the manager keenly aware of the difficulty. Under such circumstances, it was easy to think of Miss Lin, oh, no, Mrs. Chen Jiashao.

The manager took it upon himself to bring out the tea that Lin Ye wanted.

People who would do warm-up exercises as soon as they come to the stadium, but now sit down in the outdoor glass rest room.

He was sitting opposite Lin Ye.

"Why do you want to come out today?"

Obviously, he didn't take Lin Linger's words to heart.

After asking, Zhao Quan stared at the ribbon on Lin Yeye's eyes, and added another sentence.

"I'm your Uncle Zhao."

Lin also looked over. In the vast expanse of whiteness, Zhao Quan's expression was very gentle.

It was so gentle that Lin also noticed something was wrong.

She frowned slightly, wondering what kind of interests there could be between Lin Linger and Zhao Quan.She didn't think so simply that Lin Linger came out to contact her suddenly just to tell her who the person who called her was.

Why did Lin Linger go all out to lead her to Zhao Quan?
"It turned out to be Director Zhao, you came here so early."

Zhao Quan possessed himself and poured Lin Ye a cup of tea.

"See you, this is not a shopping mall, there are no Zhao Dong Lin Dong."

Lin Ye also frowned slightly, and finally, as Zhao Quan wished, he called Uncle Zhao.

Zhao Quan's happiness was a little too obvious, and even Ah Song, who was standing behind Lin Ye, felt that something was wrong.

Lin Linger came in at this time.

"Uncle Zhao, why did you forget me as soon as you came? I won't let Uncle Zhao later."

When Lin Ling'er interjected to remind him, Zhao Quan restrained his expression a little, and when he looked over again, his expression returned to normal, but the eyes looking at Lin Ling'er gradually became darker.

Zhao Quan is an old fox, it is easy to see through Lin Linger's intentions.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Hui.

Now that he had met Zhao Quan, Lin also temporarily let go of the strange feeling in his heart, and asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Uncle Zhao said last time that he was a good friend with my father. I'm curious how Uncle Zhao met my father?"

Lin Jue grew up in the capital, and stayed in the capital for his studies. He could only meet Zhao Quan when he came to the capital for development.

Hearing this, Zhao Quan raised his hand and pushed his glasses.

"At that time, the school had a project with Peking University. Your father and I were both project members of the two schools. That's how we got to know each other."

That was his first time in the capital.

It was also the first time he realized how different the capital was from other cities.

Even if City Z is the provincial capital, compared with the capital city, the sense of gap between entering the city from the countryside is even greater.

Such a gap falls on college students, and it is even more obvious that people dare not look directly at it.

Whether it is ideas, insights or conversation, they are unmatched by people in other cities.Even if they are students from the best university in Z city, they are already excellent existences, but compared with the people in the capital.

There seems to be no way to compare.

Not to mention that the capital is full of nobles.

Zhao Quan still remembers the feeling of being amazed and extremely inferior when Lin Jue brought Nan Liao to the project team member gathering.

Lin also lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

"Uncle Zhao doesn't seem to be a local?"

Zhao Quan smiled.

"No, my hometown is in Z City. You went there on a business trip last time. I don't know if you have any impression."

Lin also shook his head.

But he was secretly surprised that Zhao Quan had been paying attention to her affairs so long ago.

"Yes, your eyes"

Zhao Quan paused.

"Did you go to the hospital for another check-up?"

Lin also pursed his lips.

"Although it is a bit difficult to bear, it is not as difficult as imagined to accept such a gap."

When Zhao Quan heard this sentence, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a little, he looked at the greenery outside, and asked suddenly.

"Do you want to try golf too?"

"I"

"Sometimes you don't need your eyes to play, you rely on your imagination and hints. You, Uncle Zhao, and I have a little experience in this regard."

Lin Linger on the side added with a wink.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhao, I have made such great progress this month."

Lin did not refuse.

The manager came out with a new pair of clubs and brought in a top coach.

Zhao Quan pushed him back.

"I'll just come."

Lin also frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at Ah Song. The latter was very discerning, and went out to call Chen Ye.

Zhao Quan was a gentleman at the beginning, keeping a proper distance, just like the elders carefully teaching the younger generation.Lin Linger was at the side as an assistant at first, but then she found an excuse to leave.

Only Lin Yeye and Zhao Quan were left on the huge golf course.

Zhao Quan suddenly chatted about Nan.

"Do you remember your mother?"

As time goes by, the temperature gradually rises to the upper body, and even a breeze cannot sweep away the heat.

Lin Ye was already wary of the current situation, but now that Zhao Quan asked about his mother, it made her even more restless.

"Of course I remember, there is no daughter who does not remember her mother."

Zhao Quan heard the perfunctory and impatience in Lin Yeye's words, and smiled slightly.

He possessed himself and straightened Lin Yeye's posture.

"Straight ahead, swing hard."

While letting go, he said.

"You are really similar to your mother, but there is one difference. She likes fiery red, and you are more restrained than her."

Lin also froze for a moment in shaking the stick.

Since she returned to the capital, she has heard such a sentence from many people.

She is very similar to her mother.

Isn't it normal for a daughter to be like a mother?Why does everyone have to act like this?
Lin Ye also had a standard swing and great strength. The small white ball rushed out. After a while, the caddy ran over to give the news.

Into the hole.

Zhao Quan was also shocked.

Who would have thought that a hole could be made with one shot?
"Have you ever played before?"

Lin Ye also stretched out his hand and put the pole aside at will.

"No, it doesn't mean anything."

Zhao Quan's face changed again and again.

The sports that symbolize high-end people and successful people, and the sports that symbolize getting into the upper class, are just a boring project in the eyes of these powerful people.

Even Lin Ye, who lost his parents when he was very young, received many times higher training standards than others when he stayed in the Lin family.

"You are very talented, and your mother's athletic cells are also very good."

Because of the repeated mention of his mother, Lin Yeye's mood was not very calm.

She was a little tired of such tentative exchanges with Zhao Quan.

Asked rather sharply.

"Then how are my father's sports cells?"