Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

Mo Yuan Han dealt with a few girls, suddenly side head to Han Qiyue way: "I look for flower language."

Han Qiyue nodded mildly, but the look in her eyes was a mockery that could not be concealed.

Of course, Mo Yuanhan knows why the flower language has failed to give him a good face over and over again, but he still has to go up and ask for no interest.

Mo Yuanhan didn't know that he was sticking his hot face to his cold buttocks, but it was like being lowered his head. Recently, he always couldn't help thinking of flower language.

Especially that day in Yu's house, she was joking with the eyes of frost and snow.

Think of a lot, can not help but hate the man standing at the top of power.

Born more noble than he even, if that day flower language is not by mistake into his room Now flower language is his Mo yuan cold!

For a moment, Mo yuan's face was cold and white, and the whole face was distorted.

But soon, he cleaned up his expression and went to Huayu, who was playing badminton with Ye Mingyu, Meng Shuangmiao and Huihui.

Hua Yu's height is not particularly tall, but his posture is particularly handsome. When he jumps up and smashes, his clothes shrink up, revealing a section of white, soft and beautiful waist line, which leads to the ghost shouting of boys in the cheerleading team.

Hua Yu thinks that he plays very gently, but after a while ye Mingyu can't hold on. He is panting and supporting his knee, "are you the devil. That's what it takes to play a ball! "

Hua Yu held the racket innocently: "do you mean to say me? Change people

Miao Huihui and Meng Shuang quickly waved their hands: "you can only find boys to fight with you

On hearing this, the boys watching the school flowers playing on the edge were boiling: "I, I, I! I'll do it! I'll do it

However, before the fastest running brother had time to cross the middle line, he saw that the racket in Ye Mingyu's hand had been taken over by another person. The man looked at the flower saying with a smile: "I'll come."

Ye Mingyu originally thought it was a boy in his class, so he handed the racket out. He was frightened when he heard the sound. He was lying in a groove all over his face.

It's Mo Yuanhan!

A badminton game attracted two classes to watch, passing teacher song saw toothache.

Didn't you agree not to do anything! It's good to learn and make progress every day!

But listen to people say flower language, last time a person swindled a basketball team in class 9

So Mr. Song pushed his glasses and simply followed the students around.

Flower language holding the racket, squinting at the person standing opposite to him, "you fight with me?"

Mo yuan cold gentle way: "you don't worry, I won't use too much strength."

Flower language smile, fingers slowly brush the racket on the fine staggered line, "OK, come to play, I will be merciful."

"But I am as fierce as hitting people. If you hurt yourself, won't you cry?"

Mo yuan cold was angry smile, "small words, big talk is not a good habit."

Flower language side head, with a racket on his shoulder hit, "that's OK, we have three balls a person, no problem?"

Mo Yuanhan looked at the young girl standing in the sun. For a moment, he thought that the girl was very good-looking even with her slight posture.

He laughed slowly. "Of course not."

Hua Yu catches a ball thrown by someone nearby, bumps on the racket, and suddenly hits out with a very tricky posture.

The angle of the ball is strange, not high or low, so Mo Yuanhan was a little unprepared, but still caught it.

"I'll go! This is a trick to cheat on Class nine quit immediately.

"That's right. The one who didn't have any warning was called out, and it was still such a disgusting person's angle!"

"The last basketball game must have been a trick to win!"

"What's a rascal? What happened to the ball? Foul Of course, the people of class 13 were not willing to be outdone, and they tore them up immediately.

Huayu ignored the discussion of outsiders, and played the ball back easily.

Mo Yuanhan suddenly said: "Xiaoyu, I want to be serious!"

Flower language raised eyebrows.

Sure enough, the next ball was pasted directly to her face, with a sharp force.

This kind of paste face ball is the most hectic, but Huayu does not hurry to step back half step, as if you knew where the ball landed and hit the ball with the backhand.

This time she used a little strength, the ball flew out very far, flower language smile way: "no better."

"Look at me." When the ball flew over, Hua Yu suddenly jumped up, and a vicious spike with the wind whistling directly flew toward Mo Yuanhan's chest.

Mo Yuanhan did not expect that the ball she would buckle back, no defense, badminton with a strong force hit his abdomen, immediately is a sharp pain.

He twisted his face and put his hand over his stomach.Hua Yu Mou Guang joked: "ah? Did you come to my aunt

Chuchi Chuchi around the smile into a ball, Mo yuan cold face iron pick up the ball, "come again."

Flower language is in a good mood.

I want to paste this slag man's face for a long time, but it's too deliberate to hit the face.

This ball, Mo Yuanhan is really under the dead strength, poor badminton was violent treatment, a few hairs fell.

Flower language lips suddenly raised a strange smile, slowly moved a wrist.

When the ball comes, Huayu backhand lifts the racket and controls his own strength, so that the badminton does not fly too far, and gives people a sense of strength.

Badminton is flying high in the air. Everyone thinks it is a high-altitude ball, but the ball is only half way up. It is like a tight rubber strip suddenly breaking, and it is relieved of its strength.

Mo Yuanhan had already held the racket high, who knows the sudden change.

However, his motor nerve developed, and he quickly responded. He lowered his racket two steps and saw that the racket had touched badminton. But at this time, he found that his posture was very problematic.

But it was too late to take back the foot that had already stepped out. The dislocation of his ankle bone immediately made him fall to the ground, and the badminton racket fell to the ground.

Flower language cool way: "Oh, school grass, OK? If you can catch a ball, you can drop yourself. It's a long snack. "

Mo yuan's cold and painful forehead was sweating. Several people rushed up and helped him up. Mo yuan was so cold and angry that he could be sure that it was Hua Yu who deliberately calculated him, but I'm afraid he would not believe it.

Hua Yu sideways waved the racket at will for two times, and said, "send our star of tomorrow to the clinic."