His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1192

Cang Zeyue rushed over at the fastest speed, but was still a second late.

"You should have called over the situation just now!"

Qian Miao: "Say it again." →_→

Knowing that he was in the wrong, he said: "Okay, then you should continue to fight, but the strength must be controlled properly."

Qian Miao twisted her wrist and said, "Well, probably it will."

Cang Ze looked at her more worriedly, and decided to block it by himself if he could.

He never expected that Qian Miao would catch the next few balls without any delay.

Cang Zeyue was dumbfounded: "Did you just pretend?"

Qian Miao frowned: "Ball."

Before he finished speaking, there was a snap, and Cang Zeyue missed a goal.

Lu Wanyu and the senior high-fived, still ahead of them.

A few minutes later, Qian Miao's group caught up with lightning speed and finally won by a narrow margin.

Many people were surprised when they couldn't catch any balls at the beginning, and now they turned defeat into victory.

Under the tree with a gentle breeze, a man as pure and elegant as the breeze quietly leaned against the trunk, not surprised, but indulgent and pampering, wrapped in a faint smile.

Yu Man, who was at the side, was full of heart on his face, only feeling that the man who was aloof and frosty just a second ago suddenly became warm and refreshing like a hot spring under the moon, and his light smile was enough to please her.

She slowly looked at Tang Qianmiao in the field, and a silent darkness slowly appeared in her eyes.

On the court, Lu Wanyu's group was still a little confused.

Especially seniors.

He thought it was a sure win.

Cang Zeyue was very satisfied, and said: "Do as agreed."

The senior met many eyes, but did it anyway.

Cang Zeyue was half a head taller than him, and it was extremely difficult to carry it on his back.

It is said that if you run three laps, even running is difficult.

After walking a few steps, he gave up: "I'm sorry, let's change it, I really can't do this."

"It can't be done." Cang Ze laughed more and looked at Lu Wanyu: "I can't even do this."

There is a sense of humiliation in the words.

Lu Wanyu frowned: "Senior, ignore him."

"Since you lost, you have to admit defeat." The senior seemed quite stubborn.

Cang Zeyue kept a wicked smile on his lips and remained silent.

The senior said: "Then I will run six laps."

Saying that, he took the initiative to start running around the field.

Lu Wanyu was worried about his embarrassment, so she ran along with him.

The smile on Cang Zeyue's lips disappeared.

A low curse escaped from the thin lips.

Qian Miao looked towards the sunlight, narrowed his eyes slightly, and patted Cang Zeyue on the shoulder: "Give up."

Cang Zeyue: "A woman with no vision."

Qian Miao didn't bother to pay attention to him, swung the racket in his hand, and suddenly felt that what he had learned was quite fresh, swept the racket, swept past a row of people outside the court, and finally landed on Feng Xian: "Play with me!" for a while."

Feng Xian had been playing for half an hour before, and was already drenched in sweat. Hearing this, he picked up the racket and walked to the side court where the sunlight was blocked by tree shadows.

"Come here."

He asked Qian Miao to stand in the half where the sun couldn't reach, holding a ball in his hand and playing.

Qian Miao has already done a standard posture, which is completely different from the laziness in the game just now.

The moment the two were about to start fighting, Yu Manman broke in suddenly and stood beside Feng Xian with a charming face: "Let's play doubles."

Qian Miao straightened up, looking at Lin Wenyu who walked in beside him.

His eyes were indifferent, passing through the top of Lin Wenyu's head, looking at the few people walking this way.

"Change to Wei Wu." She said.

——

(Good night.)