Black-bellied husband dotes on his wife: You can't escape

Chapter 429 Who Is Your Man?
Song Shixia choked for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "So when I came back later, you lost your temper with me for no reason, because of this?"

Lan Chenze ignored her, pursed his lips and looked ahead, waved his hand, and the ball went straight into a hole in the distance.

"You clearly knew it was a lie, but you still treated me like that at that time, and I was so scared that I thought something was wrong." Song Shixia muttered, following behind the man step by step.

Lan Chenze was about to swing the cue, when he stopped listening suddenly, he gave Song Shixia a cold look: "If you don't give me some color, I don't even know whose surname I wear, who is your man."

"I've always known it! You don't need to deliberately remind me." Song Shixia puffed her cheeks and said in a low voice.

Lan Chenze had a panoramic view of Song Shixia's expression, and with a move of his hand, he deftly made a beautiful ball.

Seeing the man's superb golf skills, the people around couldn't help applauding.

Under the guidance of the female coach, Junxuan was finally able to hit the ball into the hole normally. He hurried over and said excitedly, "Dad, Mom, I can see how I can play."

"Well, that's great, better than my mother, and my mother still doesn't know how to fight!" Song Shixia smiled brightly and shouted.

Junxuan immediately threw the club to the caddy, ran over from the other side, hugged Song Shixia's leg, looked up at her, and said seriously: "Mom, why didn't anyone teach you? Let's follow this coach together. Learned."

Unexpectedly, just after the words were finished, Lan Chenze walked up to them, straightened Junxuan's crooked baseball cap, and said, "Isn't there me?"

Junxuan looked at Lan Chenze with bright eyes, and said childishly, "Father, why don't you teach me? Find me a coach?"

"Men and women match, work is not tiring, I am a man teaching you a little man, how silly is that picture." Lan Chenze said slowly.

Song Shixia suddenly felt that sometimes men's thoughts really cannot be seen directly.

"Oh, well, I get it, I'm just a one-kilowatt light bulb, so you have to throw me far away." Junxuan waved his hand club and said casually.

The child's soft, resentful and helpless voice made everyone present chuckle.

Song Shixia knelt down, hugged Junxuan in her arms, adjusted his clothes, and said softly, "How could Junxuan be a light bulb when he is so cute and smart? It's too late for us to like it."

"Mom, I know you like me! Don't say that in front of so many people! You're so shy." Junxuan twisted a bit, looked at the eyes that kept stealing from around him, and laughed.

Lan Chenze gave them a warm look, and hooked the corners of his lips: "You're so glib at such a young age."

Song Shixia snorted, hugged Junxuan and kissed and kissed again: "My son, I like it, who can do anything?"

"Hey, Dad will be jealous." Junxuan glanced at Lan Chenze, hugged Song Shixia's neck, and whispered in her ear.

Lan Chenze glanced at them, handed the cue in his hand to the caddy, bent down and took Junxuan out of Song Shixia's arms, put it in front of him, and said, "I'll teach you."

Junxuan raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly, made a victorious gesture towards Song Shixia, and lowered his head to the ball on the lawn.

"Pay attention not to grasp too tightly, relax, relax the whole body, bend slightly, find a good angle, and when you swing your hands, the movement should be smooth, don't have extra distracting thoughts, and aim directly at the hole in front of you."

(End of this chapter)