"Then do you want to go out and have some fun?"
Bai Xi was startled. This man would not insist on letting her go down to "play" no matter what she said, like he did in the last competition. When she was about to speak, Feng Ming directly blocked what she wanted to say.
"Don't think about it." The golden eyes moved and looked towards the court without making any sound.
"Huh?" What? What happened to this man? He suddenly asked himself if he wanted to go out and have fun, and then told her not to think about it. It was strange, what a strange man.
It seems that a man's heart is more difficult to guess than a woman's heart.
Soon, the game entered a fierce stage, and the two sides were tied at 2 to 2. No matter which team scored another goal, that team had a very high chance of becoming the winner.
There were cheers and cheers, and the atmosphere on the field was also very tense. The game time passed little by little. At the last moment, Murong Qingchen actually broke his steady and mature kicking style and used a fancy kick. His kicking style was perfect and he shot the ball into the goal very accurately.
The moment the ball entered the goal, the whistle announcing the end of the game also sounded at the same time. The final winner of this Cuju game was naturally the red team led by Murong Qingchen.
Perhaps influenced by the joyful atmosphere at the scene, Bai Xi also laughed. Murong Qingchen's last goal surprised her. He actually changed his previous style and started playing fancy kicks. I believe many people have not thought of this.
"You are not allowed to smile at him!" An indifferent and dissatisfied voice suddenly floated into Bai Xi's ears.
Bai Xi glanced at the man next to him with some confusion. Who did he just say he was not allowed to smile at? Who is he? And did she just smile at someone regularly
"Master Yue." Murong Qingchen's voice suddenly interrupted Bai Xi's about to speak.
"Young Master Murong." Bai Xi stood up and looked at Murong Qingchen, who had already walked to the auditorium, "Young Master Murong has good skills."
"Mr. Yue, are you interested in Cuju?" He seemed to have seen him smile just now. Did that mean that he was no longer angry with him
Before Bai Xi could say anything, someone had already answered on her behalf, "She's not interested."
After hearing this, Murong Qingchen's clear eyes flashed, his beautiful forehead raised slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "Master Yue, are you still angry about what happened last time?"
"Which thing?" She couldn't think of the thing that made her angry.
"About moving into Murong Mansion." Murong Qingchen deliberately leaned forward to close the distance between the two of them. Although his voice was low, it could be heard by Feng Ming on the side.
"Young Master Murong cares a lot about whether I am still angry?" She had almost forgotten this incident. In fact, after she won the land deed of a street in Murong Mansion in the capital, her anger had disappeared.
"kindness."
"I'm not angry anymore." Bai Xi spat out slowly. She still maintained her original thoughts about Murong Qingchen. So far, having him as a friend would naturally be of great benefit to her. But, I wonder if they will become enemies in the future
Murong Qingchen's high-pitched heart instantly calmed down. When he heard that he was no longer angry, he felt a lot more relaxed. Maybe it was because he didn't want to lose his friend Yuehua, or maybe it was because he didn't want to lose his friend Yuehua. yes…
"Master Yue still remembers what I said in Hongxiang Pavilion."
"certainly."
"This sentence is still valid. If you need my help, just ask."
"Okay." Bai Xi agreed readily.
Murong Qingchen's reaction was the same as before, with a slight smile flashing across his face. For him, these words were enough.
"Hey, Cheng Zi and Mr. Yue seem to be having a good chat." Feng Chun suddenly appeared and said with a smile on his face.
Murong Qingchen's sharp eyes stared, as if to say, don't say the word orange again.
Feng Chun ignored Murong Qingchen's glare and said, "Master Yue, do you want to make some gestures another day?"
"Stink, stay away from them." Feng Ming suddenly pulled Bai Xi to his side, and glanced at Murong Qingchen and Feng Chun indifferently with her golden eyes.
"Brother, where do we stink?" Feng Chun lowered his head and smelled the smell on his body, but did not find any peculiar smell.
"Brother, it stinks a bit." Feng Shuangshuang cooperatively covered her nose and whispered.
"You stinky girl."
"Haha..." Feng Shuangshuang took a few steps back and laughed. She could finally see her brother making a fool of himself.
Feng Ming ignored it, pulled Bai Xi and turned around to leave. Because the two of them walked side by side, and the large sleeves of the robe just covered their hands, there were no people in the audience who had not dispersed. Seeing this scene, otherwise they would faint to death. But one person saw it.
Amid all kinds of admiration, admiration and jealousy, Bai Xi and Feng Ming have gradually moved away.
"Chengzi, you are really different from Mr. Yue." Feng Chun raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face. Although he had already guessed a few things, it was just his guess and he did not get Chengzi's answer. Confirmed personally. And he believed that even Chengzi himself didn't know this feeling.
Murong Qingchen calmly withdrew his gaze, glared at Feng Chun, and then left steadily, and all the team members behind him naturally followed.
"It's so interesting!" Feng Chun clasped his hands on his head, his eyes shining like a hunter finding his prey.
"Brother, what's so interesting?"
Feng Chun didn't answer, and walked slowly, thinking about how he would keep Orange at Feng's house next.
"Brother, have you discovered something interesting? Can you tell Shuang'er?" Feng Shuangshuang ran after her and asked with great interest.
"Stinky girl, didn't you just think I stink?" Feng Chun patted the small hands holding his arms.
"Really? No, how could I think my brother smells bad? That's what Brother Ming said, how could I say that." Feng Shuangshuang pretended to be dumbfounded, and completely blamed Feng Ming for what happened just now.
Feng Chun couldn't help but laugh a little, but still touched Feng Shuangshuang's little head lovingly with her big hand.
"Brother, if you have something fun, you must tell Shuang'er."
"Don't you like to pester me and rely on your brother Yue?" Sometimes I often hear this girl talking about the person named Yue, and his brother is a little jealous. He misses him as his biological brother. Even worse than the boy who had only been with Shuang'er for a few days.
"No way, I like to pester my brother the most." Feng Shuangshuang hugged her brother's arm even more tightly and acted coquettishly.
"I don't think so. Your favorite is your brother Li." Feng Chun unceremoniously exposed the little thoughts in her heart. Over the years, although he and Shuang'er didn't spend much time together, her He still understands that little trick.