Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 31 What should I do if others see me?
In the tennis court, Song Qian's mother and daughter were playing back and forth with each other, while Zhao Hao was sitting in the rest area, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him with a smile.

Song Qian is wearing a black sports vest, which looks majestic and eye-catching. She wears black sports shorts at the bottom, and her long, fair and round legs are also very eye-catching.

Compared to her mature charm, she is still a bit rounded. Qiao Yingzi is wearing a white and red sports vest, which looks nothing but white. The hem is a white pleated skirt. When she jumps, people can't help but look at her twice.

The mother and daughter go back and forth. Although their tennis skills are not very good, their advantage is that they are pretty and have high ornamental value.

After a while, the mother and daughter were sweating profusely. Song Qian, who had been eliminated, walked up to Zhao Hao with a blushing face and panted:

"I lost a goal, now it's your turn to compete with Eiko on the court."

Zhao Hao smiled and handed her the towel, stood up and said to her:
"You can watch my performance later. I can defeat Yingzi in less than 10 minutes. Let's have a close contest later?"

"No, I can't do it anymore. My bones are almost falling apart from exhaustion now." Song Qian shook her head repeatedly. It seemed that she was really tired.

"Hey, I seem to have heard this somewhere before. Where was it?" Zhao Hao looked at her meaningfully and smiled.

"It's not official~" Song Qian stared at him shyly, and then cautiously looked at Yingzi aside, for fear that her daughter would notice something was wrong.

Zhao Hao smiled evilly and winked at her, then took the tennis racket and walked to the court to start a friendly tennis match with Qiao Yingzi opposite.

He has been playing tennis for five or six years and finds time to play a game of tennis almost every week. Now facing a tennis novice, he can't lose the entire stroke.

If the opponent is Sharapova, he will definitely deal with it seriously, not that he approves of her skills, but that he likes her state on the court.

A good fight is not as good as a good shout!
During the first round of the game, Zhao Hao's clothes were still wet. Qiao Yingzi on the opposite side was already holding a tennis racket with tired hands, panting and no longer catching the ball.

"Are you convinced?" Zhao Hao walked around the net and stood in front of Qiao Yingzi with a smile on his face and asked.

Qiao Yingzi, who was sweating profusely, raised her head. There was still a strand of hair stuck to her forehead. Her originally fair and tender cheeks now turned as red as a red apple.

"Hmph, if we had competed together from the beginning, you would have been no match for me." Qiao Yingzi said arrogantly, refusing to admit defeat.

"What a pity!" Zhao Hao shrugged, his eyes full of smiles.

At this moment, Song Qian came over with two bottles of sports drinks and handed the drinks to them both to quench their thirst.

Out of debt to her daughter, Song Qian even picked up a towel and took the initiative to wipe the sweat from Yingzi's face.

It can be seen that she sincerely wants to make up for the estrangement in the relationship between mother and daughter, and also wants her daughter to accept her from the heart and get closer to her.

When Qiao Yingzi faced her mother's overtures, she seemed a little at a loss. She didn't dare to look at her, and she was afraid that her mother would be sad if she backed away and refused.

She was so preoccupied that her mind became even more confused at the moment, and her muscles were as tight as a wooden figure. Song Qian gently wiped her face with a towel.

"Sister Song, do you two want to stop playing another round before we leave?" Zhao Hao looked at Song Qian and asked.

"What do you think of this... Yingzi?" Song Qian asked.

"I'm tired. Now I just want to go home, have dinner and have a good sleep." Qiao Yingzi said honestly, shaking her head.

When Song Qian heard what her daughter said, she turned her head and looked at Zhao Hao and said gently: "Then let's stop here today and come back to play next week when we have time."

Zhao Hao, who was standing opposite the mother-in-law, had shining eyes. He looked at Song Qian with excitement and said:
"Isn't Yingzi always having trouble sleeping? Now she is so tired that she wants to go home and sleep. It seems that it is right to drag her to the gym to exercise and sweat." After his reminder, Song Qian also turned her head to look at her and yelled. My daughter, who was about to go home to sleep, asked with bright eyes:

"Eiko, are you really tired now? Do you want to go home and have a good sleep?"

Being watched by the two people together like prey, Qiao Yingzi smiled awkwardly, holding a sports drink in both hands and whispered: "Let's go!"

"Okay, okay, okay, let's go to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, and then go home!" Song Qian looked at her daughter with a happy face.

The two of them walked into the locker room carrying their gym bags. Zhao Hao also carried his tennis bag to the men's locker room, took a hot shower, changed his clothes and walked out of the locker room.

Waiting is torturous, especially when waiting for a woman.

It only takes 10 minutes for a man to take a shower and change clothes, or up to half an hour for a more careful person.But it takes an hour for a woman to take a shower and change clothes.

Zhao Hao found a position with his back against the wall and took out his cell phone to chat with Li Meng, who was reading at home. As the two sides got to know each other better, the chat topics became more and more extensive, and there were no more taboos than when they were strangers.

While chatting with Li Meng, he sent a message to Tao Zi. Unfortunately, the girl still hadn't gotten over the first kiss incident this morning and didn't reply to him.

But she is such an innocent girl with beautiful fantasies about love, which is quite heartwarming.It is better to be ignorant and young than the kind of woman who only gives in to her desires.

"Da da da"

A string of rhythmic voices came, and the distance got closer and closer. Zhao Hao wisely put down his mobile phone, raised his head, and said to the woman in front of him with a smile:
"Why did you come out alone, where is Yingzi?"

Song Qian, who was standing opposite him, was holding two gym bags. Her long hair was emitting a faint fragrance, her cheeks were still blushing, and she looked very charming.

"Yingzi is in the bathroom. You wait for her here. I'll drive first." She said and was about to take the tennis bag from Zhao Hao's hand, but Zhao Hao refused and took the bag from her hand instead. inside.

"There's no point in waiting here. I'll put your luggage in the car with you and then come back to pick up Yingzi." Zhao Hao looked at her with a smile and said.

"It's just a few steps, why do you have to go back and forth like this?" Song Qian looked at him in confusion.

"Being able to walk with you for a while and chat for a few words is a pleasure for me." Zhao Hao looked into her eyes and replied.

"You~ are so dishonest." Song Qian rolled her eyes at Zhao Hao, and then walked straight to the door.

She seemed angry but her steps were very slow. It seemed that she was deliberately waiting for Zhao Hao to catch up with her.

Zhao Hao, who understood the situation, quickly followed him with his backpack, and the two walked side by side to the parking lot.

Song Qian opened the trunk, and Zhao Hao beside her put the backpack in and closed the trunk.

"Go back to the lobby to pick up Yingzi. I'll wait for you here with the lights on." Song Qian opened the driver's door and turned to Zhao Hao.

"Qianqian, you smell so good, come and give me a kiss." Zhao Hao walked up to her and put his hands on her waist consciously.

"Don't make trouble, what should I do if someone sees me?" Song Qian looked around nervously, her little hand let go of the car door and put it on Zhao Hao's arm, trying hard to push his hand away.

(End of this chapter)