Mr.Fan, please Leave me alone

With a bitter smile, Lu Yiyao's face was a little sad, "I'm just talking. I don't want to die."

What depression? She thinks she's fine.

Fan Shaochen looked at Lu Yiyao and took a deep breath. He couldn't bear to look at her. He looked away stiffly and looked at a low opening: "who do you support? This matter."

Will she help Xia Zhiyang stand on her side?

Lu Yiyao collected her eyes, thought for a moment, and said neutrally, "our company's technology has just been developed. I think if you are not particularly confident that Zhiyang will not do this, why don't you do it if you can really join forces?"

If something goes wrong with this system, Xia's investment will be wasted. Xia Zhiyang won't do that kind of business.

Strong alliance?

Fan Shaochen laughed at Lu Yiyao's words. He is not a particularly conceited person, but he can say that no one in the world can do this. He made every engineering system himself, no matter what high-tech technology, plus it's just a burden.

"Then let's compete. Who wins? Listen to who." fan Shaochen offered, which surprised Lu Yiyao.

……

Golf Course.

Lu Yiyao stood speechless on the big grass. Looking at the two men beside him, he thought they had a brain problem. Aren't they cold when they come to play golf in winter?

"You want to play golf with me?" Xia Zhiyang looked at fan Shaochen with a smile of the winner in his eyes.

Fan Shaochen tidied up his gloves, shook his club and looked at him, "don't you dare? Since it's not written in the contract, you and I won't give in. Isn't that fair?"

Fair hair... It's not your own winning or losing heart.

Lu Yiyao vomited silently in his heart, hoping that Xia Zhiyang could refuse this childish proposal. His body is estimated to be strong standing here. How can he compete with him? Moreover, it's so cold. What should I do if I catch a cold?

Xia Zhiyang is a patient.

Xia Zhiyang smiled and was aroused to fight. He picked up the club and bumped, "I'm afraid you'll lose miserably."

Fan Shaochen snorted coldly and did not speak.

Lu Yiyao quietly walked to Xia Zhiyang and whispered, "are you still playing with others? Can you swing the club?"

Can she believe it now just by poking him?

"Then why don't you do it for me?" Xia Zhiyang looked at her with a smile of evil.

Lu Yiyao swallowed her saliva. She never understood this. Every time she played, she threw out her club. Didn't she lose directly‘

Walking silently to fan Shaochen, Lu Yiyao needed a foot pad to reach his ear. His low voice had a feeling of prayer: "can you change a project? You know him, isn't he in poor health?"

Fan Shaochen made preparations and looked up at Xia Zhiyang. His suspicious voice sounded: "Oh? Since Xia is always so weak, I'd better give up."

If you are so provocative, a fool can hear it. Even if you die in Xia Zhiyang today, you won't go. Pull Lu Yiyao aside and play directly.

Die, die

Lu Yiyao shook her head silently. Why did such a smart two men choose such a childish way of competition?

"Remember to call 120 ten minutes before the end." Lu Yiyao kindly reminded Zhang Yang standing aside.

I'm so bored today

Xia Zhiyang took the lead in serving a shot and scored five points. Fan Shaochen followed up and scored six points

Lu Yiyao can see that their skills are very good. Ah Zhong helps record. Lu Yiyao can only watch one ball after another and is almost asleep standing in place.

It's so cold here. Aren't they cold?

As soon as the time came, ah Zhong immediately came forward and frowned at the records in the book. Then he looked at the two men in front of him, who were particularly cold and fierce, kowtow and Panpan's mouth: "well, it's a draw."

it ends in a draw?

Lu Yiyao widened her eyes and came forward to take the book and calculate it. It was really a draw.

What's the difference between a draw and no play?

Fan Shaochen and Xia Zhiyang's faces were also gloomy, and they were unwilling to each other.

They all know that this competition is not just for differences in the project.

When she was taken to the basketball court again, Lu Yiyao immediately stroked her forehead, suddenly stepped forward to block the two men, and discussed with them in a good voice: "well, I think it's so cold, isn't it? Or don't do such sports. How about some indoor activities?"

Looking at Xia Zhiyang's lips are white, Lu Yiyao is really worried that he can't bear it, and what a shame if he faints, isn't it?

The point is that she's freezing to death.

Fan Shaochen's face sank. Looking at Lu Yiyao's clever face, he was very unhappy. It was clearly for the sake of this man, but he said it so well.

Xia Zhiyang was very happy and looked at fan Shaochen with a feeling of pride.

When she came to a fairly quiet teahouse, Lu Yiyao squatted at the corner of the four corner table, looked at the Gobang on the table and clapped her hands: "well, let's start. Fan is always black, so you can play white?"

She really thought of a very clever way.

Fan Shaochen and Xia Zhiyang have some black faces, but looking at Lu Yiyao's smiling face, they can't tell. They can only go chess with a hard head.

Lu Yiyao sat leisurely and ate melon seeds. She watched more and more chess on the chessboard, but she couldn't tell the outcome

Are they serious?

With a deep sigh, Lu Yiyao admired their IQ. Usually she ended playing this game in less than five minutes. Why did it become a protracted war?

Bored, she got up and went to the bathroom, but Lu Yiyao watched a familiar figure enter a box in the corridor.

Is that... Zhen Meilan?

She won't drink tea here, will she?

It's quiet enough and the environment is very good. It's really suitable for business.

Lu Yiyao didn't want to see her. She hurried down to tell them to go, but she saw that they had both stood up and subconsciously looked at the chess game. It was full, so this was... A draw?

Depressed, Zhang Yang and a Zhong took the opportunity to run away. They were not ready to participate in their childish competition. If they hadn't been caught in the middle, Lu Yiyao would also like to go.

Take a deep breath. Xia Zhiyang is very tired. It will be dark in the twinkling of an eye. He glanced nearby and looked at fan Shaochen: "forget it, we use men's way to decide whether to win or lose."

In the noisy bar, Lu Yiyao watched the waiter put a line of high concentration wine in front of fan Shaochen and Xia Zhiyang, and her eyes widened: "this is your man's way?"

Spell wine? He's not crazy, is he?

Fan Shaochen sat opposite Xia Zhiyang and frowned at the liquor in front of him: "are you sure you can do it?"

He was either afraid or afraid that he would die on this table.

Xia Zhiyang smiled innocently, spread out his hand and put it on the back of the chair, "I'm dying anyway, whether he can do it or not."