His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1191

Lu Wanyu twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled perfunctorily, then turned her head, and stared at the man holding the racket.

"If you are bad at the game, don't play and harm others."

Cang Zeyue slapped the pat on his shoulder, his evil handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, even if the cold eyes were shrouded in sunlight, the bursts of coldness inside could not be dispelled: "Compare?"

He stared at the senior with his eyes, ignoring Lu Wanyu.

The senior felt that the atmosphere was quite strange, so he laughed dryly and said, "Okay, let's compare, let's divide into groups, one-on-one is not fun."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Wanyu: "I'm with Yu'er."

He wrapped his arms around Lu Wanyu's shoulders.

Lu Wanyu flinched instinctively, and then he let go.

There was a faint flame in Cang Zeyue's eyes, and when he turned his eyes, it turned into a puddle of heat, approaching Qian Miao who was chatting with Wei Wu.

"Tang Qianqian, come here!"

Suddenly being cueed by Qian Miao: "→_→"

He grabbed a racket and threw it to Qian Miao.

Yu Manman automatically ran towards Feng Xian: "Then I'll be with you."

She had a smile on her lips.

Feng Xian looked indifferent: "I won't fight."

He threw the racket back into the basket and walked towards the rest area next to him. Samoyed ran over with a basket containing towels on his back.

He picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat and planned to watch the game.

Yu Manman also retreated, and said, "Anyway, they're fighting now, so I'll wait with you."

Feng Xian remained silent, staring at the people on the field with deep eyebrows.

Qian Miao lazily dragged the racket into the arena, with a lazy face, and said to Cang Zeyue: "I don't know how to play."

Cang Zeyue didn't seem to believe it, and looked straight at the man next to Lu Wanyu, and shouted: "It's boring to fight, the loser has to carry the winner around the court three times."

Lu Wanyu: "Childish."

Senior: "...uh, good."

Tang Qianmiao: "I don't know how to fight."

The audience outside the field: "The children's game has a sense of sight."

Cang Zeyue didn't make this request casually, he just wanted someone to see how weak that senior's physical strength was.

Since Shi Chengan was a member of the tennis club, he acted as the referee, and the match officially began.

Lu Wanyu served the ball, and the ball flew towards Qianmiao's area.

"Tang Qianqian, call back!"

Qian Miao squinted his eyes, and slapped the ball over with a snap.

"Too much force!" Cang Ze gritted his teeth.

As expected, the ball went straight out of bounds.

Qian Miao's expression was indifferent: "I said I wouldn't fight."

Cang Zeyue's face was gloomy: "Don't joke with me, you can do something as difficult as racing, but not something as simple as this? It's about my dignity, so be serious."

Qian Miao: "Oh."

It's your turn to serve.

Cang Zeyue was in charge of serving the ball, and the ball passed very smoothly.

With a thud, Lu Wanyu successfully blocked the ball back.

This time, he went to the Qianmiao area again.

"Tang Qianqian, work harder!" he reminded.

Qian Miao agreed, and her strength shrank by more than half.

Then... no internet.

There was silence.

It was the first time they had seen Tang Qianmiao who was so humble.

She turned around with a meaningless expression: "I said no."

Shi Chengan reminded the score, currently they are still zero.

Cang Zeyue took a deep breath, and said directly: "You stay here for me, as a decoration, I will block all the balls."

Qian Miao: "This is not good."

"Whatever I say is what it is!"

Qian Miao: "Okay."

So, when a new round of balls flew over, Qian Miao saw the ball very close at hand, and obviously could easily hit it, so she dodged it sideways.