Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

Chapter Twenty:

Yan Qingchi, who is very aggressive, is very confident Liao Sibo.

Liao Sibo crossed his arms, "You come first."

Yan Qingchi thought about it, "Okay."

Then he kicked the ball.

Ren Xu bumped into Jiang Moyu, "Well, your object is quite interesting. Just to kiss you on purpose, Liao Sibo was mad."

He looked at Jiang Moyan, "Speaking of him, how did he react so big, lying down, shouldn't Liao Sibo fall in love with you?"

Jiang Moyi glanced at him silently, "You haven't passed the language since you were young?"

"Waffle, I clearly failed English."

"Almost, it's about understanding anyway."

"That's because I can't remember the words, so I don't understand."

"So it's glorious not to remember words?"

Ren Xu was planning to refute, and heard Liao Sibo laughed, "Oh, I thought you looked great just now, but that's all."

Ren Xu turned his head and saw that the table court had changed, and it was Liao Sibo's turn.

"Well, don't worry, wait a while for Liao Sibo to play, and I'll take him away immediately. This thing is not a thing today.

"Then hit him and let him go."

Ren Xu thought for a while, "It's okay, as long as he doesn't hit his face, or his mother should cry when she sees it."

Jiang Mo sneered, "That won't work, today I only slap."

Ren Xu patted him on the shoulder, "I hope your target is not angry."

After listening to him, Jiang Moyan turned his head to Yan Qingchi, and saw that he was staring at Liao Sibo. Is Yan Qingchi angry? He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't see it. He looked no different from the past. He still looked indifferent and mild. There was no anger or anger. Only the dragonfly that had just emerged was drenched, just like Mars splashed into the skin. With a burning heat.

Jiang Mojiu couldn't understand his emotions, just like he couldn't understand what Yan Qingchi was thinking at the moment.

Yan Qingchi actually thinks very simple, because he feels that he feels good, almost, he should win.

Liao Sibo hit multiple **** in a row, and then came to the end with complacency, saying with some contempt, "Let's lose for a while, don't cry."

Yan Qingchi smiled and turned around, "This sentence will be returned to you intact.

"Hum, talk a lot."

Yan Qingchi ignored him, took the cue, and walked to the table. He lowered his body, set his posture, squinted slightly, and then hit the cue ball.

In Yan Qingchi's memory, it was a long time ago to play billiards by himself. At that time, he had not called the game billiards. Instead, he called him billiards with his father. At that time, he played this. An American billiard. Later, in pursuit of the trend, he played snooker with his friends.

Because of family reasons, Yan Qingchi must play a lot of games-of course he needs to play well, because he is the son of his father, his father is far from ordinary people, and he is fortunate to be such a person Adoption will naturally set many goals for yourself. He hopes that he is good enough, even if his father has been washed ashore and became the most common uncle who raises birds and dogs, he can also become a leader of the younger generation, protect his brother, and protect the new family. enterprise.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingchi couldn't help but sigh, but fortunately there was a younger brother, otherwise how could his parents pass through such an inexplicable crossing.

He thought so, and missed the last goal.

Then he turned to look at the crowds who had stayed aside, tilted his head slightly, and said naturally, "I won."

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and the tone of speech was light and light, as if it was the most natural thing, but the other people present were obviously not as indifferent as him.

Liao Sibo came over, looked at him and looked at the desktop, an unbelievable look.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Would you like another round?"

"Come." Liao Sibo shouted.

"I first you first?"

"I'll go first."

This time Liao Sibo didn't let him anymore, he shivered and held his cue, watching the recoded ball on the table.

Ren Xu turned his head to Jiang Moyan. "Your target has such a skill. It's amazing."

Jiang Mozhi's face was a bit grim, and he said, "I don't know."

He really didn't know. He didn't write the information of Yanqingchi he watched. He hadn't played with Yanqingchi before when he contacted it. Although Yanqingchi said just before the game to reassure him, but he knew Liao Sibo's strength I only thought that Yan Qingchi was to comfort him, but he didn't expect that his reassurance was just telling the truth-his strength is far above Liao Sibo.

Liao Sibo scored several goals in a row, only to end up because of a mistake, watching Yan Qingchi start to play.

Yan Qingchi glanced at him, hurried to his chosen position, then lowered his body and began to attack.

His posture is very good, his side face quietly resembles a painting when aiming, and his fingers are very slender. Jiang Moji looked at the hands and took the brush, and now he saw that he was holding the cue.

Yan Qingchi seemed to have noticed his gaze, slightly raised his eyelids in his direction, his eyebrows fluttering, charming and seductive, he smiled, with some tenderness, some hooking, and beautiful.

Then Yan Qingchi retracted his eyes and focused on hitting the ball.

Liao Sibo watched him sing along all the way, calm and reconciled, and his wisdom slowly broke with a sound of impact. It wasn't until the end of Yan Qingchi's collection of the cue that he once again said that it was natural for me to win. Then he finally recovered some clarity and stared at him.

Yan Qingchi stood on the other side of the table and asked him, "Are you better?"

Liao Sibo didn't speak.

"If not, apologize to me."

Liao Sibo was shocked, but he did not expect that he would say such a sentence.

When he looked at Yanqingchi, he saw Yanqingchi's indifference, but his language had a seriousness that couldn't be ignored. "Shy, disgusting, this insulting word should not be spoken in front of the party at any time. Mouth is on you, you do n’t like me, you want to scold me, this is normal, it does n’t matter, after all, who does n’t have a love or hate, but hit people not face, you should not say so in front of me, you To say this is not only an insult to me, but also an insult to Jiang Moji. The two of you are friends, so the matter between you and him is up to you, but on my side, you need to apologize to me because I do n’t like it and I also There is no reason to accept such abuse. "

Liao Sibo froze and looked straight at him.

Everyone did not expect Yan Qingchi to say such things at this time, just as everyone did not expect that he would win Liao Sibo.

"Apologize." Jiang Moji took the lead in silence, breaking the dignity.

He came to Liao Sibo, stared at him, and said in a serious tone, "I don't care what you are doing today, I have always targeted him this way. But Yan Qingchi didn't do anything sorry for you, and didn't say anything about you, you There is no reason to scold him like this. If it was because of me, you're enough trouble today, Liao Sibo, if you don't apologize to him, then we will not need to contact again in the future. "

Liao Sibo looked at him in shock, "You have to break with me for him."

"An adult, it's childish to say that she has no love. I just want to tell you that he and I are now husband and wife, legal partners recognized by law. If you insult him in public, you are insulting me. Are you not hitting my face today enough? "

Liao Sibo opened his mouth, seemed to want to speak, but ended up saying nothing.

"Okay, everyone is a brother. Why is it getting worse?" Yu Xihe came to persuade, "Sibo, today ’s thing is that you are unreasonable in advance, apology is not excessive, how to say silently Your daughter-in-law, do you think your words are appropriate? "

"That is, you apologize, Xunzi is not outsiders, not shameful." Ren Xu added.

Liao Sibo looked at them and looked at Jiang Moyan with a serious face before finally turning his face to Yan Qingchi, who looked rather calm.

He shook his head, and then said roughly, "I'm sorry."

"anything else?"

"I shouldn't say you that."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Okay," he said, "for your sake of being a friend of Jiang Moyu, I forgive you."

Liao Sibo looked at him, gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around, and turned towards the door.