Chapter 271 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (22)

Li Hengxu still remembered what happened at the Paramount that day. The geisha had disappeared since then, and he didn't know why Master Jiu wanted to see her that day. He also invited her: "Does the Marshal like billiards too? It's lively with many people."

Reese recognized these local leaders of Haiping, and for the moment he could only cast a questioning look at the big man behind him, "What do you think, Marshal?"

"Sure." Wen Yansheng nodded slightly, gave the man a strange look, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

Stifling man, Lin Muqing glanced at him, and a subtle light flashed in Wen Yansheng's eyes, as if to say, I got you.

Seeing that the Marshal was interested, Mo Chen couldn't help but say, "This is the owner of the Dayang Group, his last name is Mu, and he is very good at playing football."

Wen Yansheng came to the table and stretched out his hand from his cloak to shake hands with her.

She smiled and took off her black leather gloves.

"Hello, Mr. Mu." The man's voice was calm, as if he was facing a strange businessman.

"Does the Marshal know how to play?" She just gave it a symbolic shake, but her palm was scratched by the rough fingertips, which was secretly arousing and made her heart tremble.

A second later he took it back as if nothing had happened without anyone noticing.

"When this place opened, I received an introduction to the game from Mr. Reese. I have also played it abroad, so I know a thing or two." Wen Yansheng was standing beside the table. He had just talked about business with Reese.

The person who spotted Dayang downstairs had some suspicions in his mind, as he didn't expect her to be dressed so handsomely.

My heart, which had been unusually calm, started beating like a drum when I saw her, filled with curiosity and joy.

"Oh, the handsome guy actually saw it. If he can play it, the fun will be doubled!" Reese was very surprised.

"Was it Ouyang who was getting ready to come?" Wen Yansheng lowered his eyes to the table and took in the situation.

"Master Jiu is joking. Ouyang Xian is embarrassed."

However, Ouyang Jin really made a fool of himself because the tee shot was difficult and he was so excited about the next plan that he didn't choose the first ball to hit well. When the white ball came out, he hit it empty and almost missed the target.

His expression changed instantly, and he could only pretend to be generous and said, "Lao Mo, it's your turn."

Mo Zhui only scored two goals, and then the game was interrupted, and it was the next player's turn. "Mr. Mu, it's up to you."

Wen Yansheng moved his feet unconsciously and stood behind her.

He stared at her without blinking.

The man in black was lying prone on a corner of the table, his left hand wearing a black leather glove. He pointed twice and tried twice with his right hand.

The graceful back is like a cheetah ready to pounce, and Wen Yansheng can hardly take his eyes off the image, whether it is a man or a woman.

She swung her club gracefully and hit the white ball. The black ball, which was 30 centimeters away from the white ball, hit the two red balls in front of it, and the force collided.

The three balls rolled around, hitting each other once, twice, three times...

She had perfect control over the strength and route planning.

The densely packed balls were scattered a lot by her, reducing the difficulty.

With a few thuds, four goals were scored in one go.

"Great." Wen Yansheng's deep eyes became more and more fiery, and he kept staring at her. In the eyes of others, he was just admiring her.

Li Hengxu held his club and clapped, "Good shot!"

Mo Chen is a big fan of table tennis. He hangs out here almost every day. He doesn't care about money. He just loves playing with good people. It's so exciting. He praised: "Beautiful!"

Reese had even watched the ball go in, holding the club and thinking it would be his turn next, but the result was somewhat unbelievable, "How come your skills are better than mine? Mr. Mu studied abroad?"

"No, a few of you have already received the prize. After all, Mr. Ouyang said one ball is one hundred dollars." She stood up and looked back at Wen Yansheng with smiling eyes. "How can you see clearly if you stand behind me, Marshal? If you want to see, stand next to me."

The man looked relaxed, with his lips slightly curled, exuding charm.

Playing the role of a young man, his every move is carefree and reserved, his aura is reserved and easy-going, yet he is not to be underestimated.

Wen Yansheng felt a sense of joy that he was the only one who could glimpse this treasure, it was really subtle.

He actually followed her around to the white ball table and watched her continue hitting the club.

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