Chapter 8: Half angry, half embarrassed!

Gu Xiangsi gritted his teeth and cursed, took out the headphones from the drawer, put on another pair of earplugs, dived into the quilt, and wrapped himself tightly.

I saw Fu Sinian again a week later.

Clearwater Bay Peninsula is a private golf club, surrounded by the sea on three sides. The scenery is stunning and it is currently one of the most expensive membership clubs in Hong Kong.

Chen Hui paced back and forth in front of the carved iron gate. When he saw her get out of the taxi, his eyes immediately glued to her.

The white polo shirt wrapped around her slender waist, the knee-length skirt swayed with her steps, and the high ponytail emerged from behind the baseball cap, which made her neck look even more slender.

"Mr. Zhao and the others arrived early and are waiting for you."

The two of them got on the electric car around the lake. Cheers came from the green in the distance. Zhao Niesen's swing ended neatly, and the white ball fell straight into the hole.

"Boss Zhao is still as sharp as ever!"

Chen Hui clapped his hands obsequiously.

When Zhao Niesen turned around, his eyes swept over Gu Xiangsi, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Manager Gu usually dresses tightly, I thought..."

He drew out the last word, his eyes wandering over her exposed forearms and calves, "I didn't expect she was so well-endowed."

The words were blunt.

Gu Xiangsi's face looked a little bad. He thought she was a public relations lady.

Chen Hui laughed dryly to smooth things over: "Boss Zhao is such a joker! How about we play a round?"

Zhao Niesen raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gu Xiangsi, tapping the club against his palm. "Playing with Mr. Chen is so boring. Manager Gu, do you dare to play a round?"

"I don't know how to fight." Gu Xiangsi declined politely.

"If you don't know how to beat me, I'll teach you."

Just when she was in a dilemma, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her: "Mr. Zhao, why don't you spar with me?"

Fu Sinian had already approached. Gu Xiangsi was startled and lowered his head slightly to calm his thoughts.

Jiang Liangchen, who was walking behind him, suddenly stopped and stared at Gu Xiangsi. This face was exactly the same as the worn-out photo in Fu Sinian's wallet.

Jiang Liangchen rolled his eyes and suddenly grinned, "It's so boring for a few grown men to fight each other. Why not let two ladies PK?"

The woman next to Zhao Niesen immediately took his arm and said coquettishly, "Boss Zhao, I don't know how to do this. Can you teach me?"

"In that case..." Jiang Liangchen deliberately cleared his throat, "Then let Master Fu coach Manager Gu. His ability to teach people how to play basketball is beyond reproach."

Zhao Niesen keenly captured the subtle atmosphere in the air.

His eyes flickered between Fu Sinian and Gu Xiangsi, and he suddenly smiled: "Okay, then let's do as Young Master Jiang said and have a competition."

When the club was stuffed into his hand, Gu Xiangsi hadn't reacted yet.

Fu Sinian approached, and his shadow completely covered Gu Xiangsi's thin figure.

"Zhao Niesen is playing too extravagantly, and Manager Gu can't handle it."

Gu Xiangsi's whole body stiffened, as if he was burned by these words.

She suddenly looked up and met Fu Sinian's bottomless eyes, and her cheeks turned hot instantly.

Half angry, half embarrassed.

It was obvious what he meant.

"Mr. Fu is worrying too much." She pulled the corners of her mouth, her voice tense, and with a bit of unconfidence, she said, "Whether I can bear it or not is none of your business."

"Sharp-tongued."

When he reached out to take the club, before she could dodge, his hot palm had already covered the back of her hand.

As he leaned over, his warm breath brushed against her earlobe: "Relax your shoulders."

A blush crept up her ears.

As if sensing her discomfort, he spoke in a distant, businesslike tone, "Since I'm the one teaching you, be serious. I don't want to embarrass myself."

As he finished speaking, he clasped his fingers with hers and forced his grip to adjust, "Raise your elbows."

Suddenly, there was a burst of booing all around.

"Come on, Master Fu!"

"A guaranteed hole-in-one!"

Men are used to joking with each other, so this doesn't sound like anything.

But Gu Xiangsi inexplicably thought of some scenes that are not suitable for children.

Gu Xiangsi inexplicably thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children. Her ears suddenly felt hot and she quickly looked away.

My mind seemed to be filled with a tangled mess of threads, and images that shouldn't have existed flashed through my mind.

…

She was secretly annoyed, thinking that it must be because Xiaoli had been bringing men back recently, making too much noise in the middle of the night, which made her mind confused.

While she was stunned, Fu Sinian held her hand in one smooth movement.

The woody scent of her body mixed with male hormones lingered at the tip of my nose. It was too intimate, and some deep-rooted memories kept emerging, and my face became hot.

Afraid of being discovered, she lowered her head. The other person's bony hand was holding hers, with slender fingertips and distinct veins.

She met Fu Sinian for the first time on the golf course.

When she graduated from high school that year, she wore a light blue shirt, a white skirt, and a ponytail to go to the golf course to visit her classmates.

As soon as I turned around the rest area, I was surrounded by several boys from the same school.

The leader leaned against the fence, holding a golf club in his mouth: "Gu Xiangsi, play a couple of rounds with us? I heard you were the school belle at the affiliated high school."

She stepped back, clutching her phone. "I can't..."

"It's more interesting if you don't know how to fight. Brothers will teach you step by step."

The boys approached with laughter, and someone whistled, "Look at that waist, it's softer than my swing."

As soon as she turned around, someone blocked her way.

Just as I was panicking, a lazy laugh came from the rest area: "Playing golf? It's easy if you want to teach me. I'll do it."

Looking up, I saw a boy in a black baseball cap leaning on a rattan chair, the collar of his polo shirt slightly open, twirling a soda can between his fingertips.

The angular face was immersed in the sunlight, a teardrop mole at the end of the eye trembled slightly with the raised eyebrow, and the peach blossom eyes narrowed into a nonchalant arc.

That was the first time Gu Xiangsi met Fu Sinian. He gave people a wild feeling and looked very aggressive.

That was how he taught her to play golf that day.

"Why, Manager Gu, are you recalling something incredible?"

Fu Sinian's voice was low and contained a hint of mischievous laughter.

When Gu Xiangsi came to his senses, Fu Sinian had already swung the club, and the white ball arced and went into the hole accurately.

He quickly released her wrists.

She was stunned and even forgot to reply. She watched him walk to the side and asked, "Mr. Zhao, do you have a new love?"

"No matter how good the new love is, she is not as good as the one next to Master Fu."

Zhao Niesen raised his eyebrows, hinting at something.

"Some people are covered in thorns. Mr. Zhao, you have to be careful. You might get hurt without even knowing it."

There is something hidden in the words.

Zhao Niesen also laughed, "Only roses with thorns have the desire to conquer."

A few people chatted and laughed as they walked into the rest area, and the assistant immediately came forward to pour tea.

Gu Xiangsi found an excuse to hide in the bathroom.

After washing her hands, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the men's restroom next door.

"What do you want to do?"

Gu Xiangsi suddenly looked up and saw that the person pulling her was Zhao Niesen's follower, and her heart tightened.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Gu's hands are quite slippery."

The man's eyes wandered over her, and his tone was frivolous, "Miss Gu, you are dressed like this today, aren't you here to seduce men?"

Gu Xiangsi frowned and looked down at her clothes.

A white polo shirt with a golf skirt of the same color. I bought this white polo shirt during a sale last year. It has a neat cut.

It was clearly a very clean and neat outfit, but in his mouth it became so unbearable.

She bit her lip and struggled a little harder.

"Let me go!"