Murphy did not continue to question, watching Nan Fengxiao who was eating coldly, Murphy deliberately turned him with his hand.
Nan Feng Xiao glanced at Murphy displeasedly, put down the wine glass angrily, and looked at Tang Yichen.
"I heard that you like playing basketball?" Nan Fengxiao held his hands on the dinner table, eyes deep as the sea, staring at Tang Yichen motionlessly.
Tang Yichen stopped with his fingers, chewed the food slowly, and glanced at Murphy unhappily.
Only his mother knew about it, and he only told her, and now even he knows it.
Tang Yichen put down his chopsticks, "Yeah."
Faintly responding to Nan Fengxiao, took out a tissue and wiped his hands indifferently.
"Try it this weekend." Nan Fengxiao said, everyone was stunned.
Especially Duo, his chin almost fell into the bowl.
She grew up so old that she had never seen when her father played basketball.
Tang Yichen looked at Nan Fengxiao unclearly, and just about to refuse, Nan Fengxiao suddenly said, "Why, dare you? Afraid of losing?"
Tang Yichen smiled coldly, two men who looked almost exactly the same, when their eyes met, a group of flames collided in the air.
"See you this weekend." Tang Yichen said lightly, standing up.
"There's still something to do with the group, I'll go back first." Tang Yichen glanced at Murphy, "Mom, I'm leaving now."
Then he looked at Nan Fengxiao reluctantly, "Dad, practice hard, I won't be soft."
Nan Fengxiao's face turned black all of a sudden, and after watching Tang Yichen leave, he faced Mo Fei's smiling eyes.
"Happy?" Nan Fengxiao was in front of Duo Duo and An Chen. Squeezed Morphy's chin.
Duo Duo and An Chen have become accustomed to this kind of action. Seeing An Jia from the Mo family, they are simply bored.
Murphy nodded, "South Wind Howl, you are the best."
Nan Feng Xiao let go of Murphy, snorted coldly, and poured a glass of red wine into his mouth.
Seeing Nan Fengxiao's movements, Murphy suddenly remembered a question. She didn't seem to have seen Nan Fengxiao ever play a ball.
I've seen a lot of beatings...
"Nan Fengxiao, can you play basketball?" Murphy asked tentatively.
Nan Fengxiao's hand holding the wine glass stiffened and looked at Murphy with a deep gaze. After a long while, his thin lips squirmed slightly, and two words were spit out from the inside: "No!"
will not
Morphy was completely stunned. Since Nan Fengxiao can't play basketball, why ask his son to play
Seeing Morphy's blank face, Nan Feng Xiao smiled faintly, "Fool, open your mouth."
Nan Feng Xiao held a shrimp and handed it directly to Murphy's mouth.
Murphy opened her mouth and chewed casually.
There is really nothing she can do about the father and son. The two people have such similar tempers, the more they are like this, the more difficult it is to reconcile them.
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Tang Yichen sat in the sports car, turned on the Bluetooth headset, and coldly instructed the people inside.
"Send me two people to follow her, especially when she is at school."
"Yes, Mr. Tang." The voice over there was very respectful.
Jiulong Cong looked at Tang Yichen in the rearview mirror, hesitating whether to speak or not.
Tang Yichen hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Jiulong staring at him, frowning, "Say if you have anything, or close your ugly eyes."
Since he almost died of anger, ordinary people of all ages are really unable to withstand it.
"Young Master, did you fight with others last night?" Jiulong gritted his teeth and asked Tang Yichen without forgetting to point to his neck.
Tang Yichen's eyes were cold, and he looked at his neck in the mirror, his handsome face tense.