Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"What are you afraid of? Aren't Joe and Mr. Yu also newlyweds? We are all young people. What else can we be shy of?"

East Lange road.

"We're not newlyweds. We've been married for a long time." Ningqiao waved his hand.

"Oh? Have you been married for a long time? "

Qi he was talking. He blinked a pair of charming eyes and looked at her curiously. He seemed to be very interested in their marriage.

Do not know why, this second ningqiao suddenly a little reluctant to say.

I can't tell the specific reason. She was a little unwilling to tell Qi He these.

But Qihe is still waiting for her answer. She can't shake her face in front of so many people.

Yu shaomo never liked to answer these questions. Ning Qiao smiled and said, "well, we really got married a long time ago."

"Then you must have a good relationship." Qihe asked curiously.

“……”

Ningqiao smiled.

Isn't this nonsense? I got married so early, not because of my good feelings, but also because of my hatred for each other?

"I really envy Mr. Yu." Donglange sighed and said, "I've married my beloved wife so early. It's not like me. I've been running for several years."

"What are you talking about?" Qi He bashfully beat Dong Lange's chest.

Ning Qiaoqiao stood a little bored and was not interested in this show of love.

"Let's talk while walking. Can Mr. Yu play?" Donglange smiled and hugged Qi He, and his happy mood was reflected in his words.

Having contacted so many people in Donglan family, Ning Qiaoqiao saw such a frank person who expressed his inner feelings for the first time, and Donglan Ge didn't seem to be pretending.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at him occasionally and saw his eyes firmly looking at Qi He. It is no exaggeration to say that those eyes seem to grow on Qi He.

"Not very good." Yu shaomo's voice is faint and authentic.

"Oh? It doesn't matter. Anyway, we just compete with each other. We don't care whether we win or lose. " Donglange seemed to take good care of Yu shaomo's feelings and said to the bodyguard next to him, "go and get a club."

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Dong Lange and thought in his heart that he didn't care about winning or losing

Just don't get beaten and cry later.

When the bodyguard went to get the club, they stood on the court waiting.

"I don't think Mr. Yu talks much today. What's the matter? Is he in a bad mood?" Qi He looked at Yu shaomo and said.

Yu shaomo glanced at her with a cold voice: "it's not very good."

"Er..."

Qi he was stunned. Originally, she said whether Yu shaomo was in a bad mood. It was just polite. Who knows that Yu shaomo really should.

He not only answered, but also said it very seriously, as if he was really in a bad mood.

In fact, Yu shaomo is really in a bad mood.

After all, any man who is beaten short at a critical moment may not be in a good mood.

"Well... I wonder why Mr. Yu is in a bad mood? Is there something in the Donglan family that makes you angry? " Qi he soon recovered and looked at him with a smile, lazy and generous.

Ning Qiao pulled Yu shaomo's sleeve with a red face and motioned him not to talk.

Qi He doesn't know why Yu shaomo is in a bad mood, but she knows. If yu shaomo really tells the reason, she won't have the face to see anyone.

Yu shaomo glanced at her and said nothing with a straight face.

The air is a little awkward.

Ning Qiao turned his head and smiled at Qi He and said, "no, we live very well at Donglan's house."

"I can see that Qiao Qiao and you, Mr. Yu, have a good relationship. I really envy you." Qi He looked at her with a smile and said.

“……”

Ning Qiao raised his eyebrows.

It seems that she has a bad relationship with donglange. Donglange's eyes are almost nailed to her. Do you still need to envy others?

"Mr. Yu, this is the club chosen for you."

A bodyguard came up with a club.

"Let's try a game." Donglange also took his own club and was full of interest.

Yu shaomo didn't say anything. He took the club and looked at it. The bodyguard began to put the ball on the ground.

When men play ball, their women have to stand aside.

After placing the ball, Dong Lange stood on his side, visually measured the distance between the ball and the hole, raised the club and hit the ball out.

The white ball flew out. Ning Qiaoqiao looked at it. While chatting, they walked towards the place over there.

"I thought I had a shot into the hole, miscalculation, miscalculation..." Dong Lange sighed.

"The strength you just used is a little lighter." Qihe road.

"Can you play, too?" Asked Ning Qiaoqiao.

"I won't, I just watch too much." Qi he smiled, his eyes flashed, looked at Yu shaomo's back and said, "I don't know how Mr. Yu's skills are?"

"All right." Ningqiao smiled.

Yu shaomo was so modest just now. Naturally, she is not too high-profile.

Yu shaomo went to the ball and stood still. He looked at the position opposite his eyes, raised his hand and waved a shot.

The white ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, accurately fell into the small hole, and the flag inserted next to the small hole fell down.

"My God!" Dong Lange looked at the opposite court in amazement: "Joe, is that what you said? Mr. Yu, are you too modest? "

Donglange didn't hit the ball into the hole, but Yu shaomo waved it in.

"OK, this is not his normal play." Ningqiao was a little proud.

In general, if yu shaomo opened the first shot just now, the ball would have entered the hole long ago.

"Mr. Yu is really good. Do you usually have a lot of time to play?" Qi He also looked at Yu shaomo in surprise.

Yu Shao Mo Jun's expression was faint: "No."

"I don't have much time to play. My skills are so good. Mr. Yu seems to have great talent in this regard." Qihe smiled.

"It's not easy to meet a player with such great skills. Mr. Yu, I must play well with you today. I'm still your cousin. You can't help but give me face." East Lange road.

"I beg you, it's not a shame to show off your skills."

Qihe road.

"Hey, hey..."

Donglange turned his head and smiled at her.

"Do you play? Come here and I'll teach you to fight. " Yu shaomo looks at Ning Qiao.

Ning Qiao was stunned, waved his hand and said, "don't play, you'd better play."

Donglange wants to compete with Yu shaomo. Although he is obviously not Yu shaomo's opponent, it's not good for her to join now.

"Well, they play with men. Let's go and walk around. We don't have to stand here and be bored." Qi He lazily pinned the hair on his cheek behind his ears.