Good, a promise is a promise. Cheng Zihao, confident, turned back toward Gu Xijun with a raised eyebrow and said, Baby, won't you give me a kiss of encouragement?
The phrase baby managed to give Gu Xijun goosebumps. She froze in place in disgust, subconsciously wanting to back away from this superficial man.
But Cheng Zihao took two steps to her side, bent down and kissed her forehead hair, and laughed softly and said, How shy.
Mr. Cheng and Miss Gu are so in love. Mrs. Smith couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, causing her husband to burst out in laughter.
Being young is good.
The caddies prepared the clubs and supplies, and an informal golf match then kicked off. Gu Xijun was not interested in the sport and sat on the sidelines leisurely drinking black tea while chatting with Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith was a very talkative woman, and fashion and art were all over the place. But Gu Xijun's attention kept falling on the man ten meters away, occasionally responding to a few sentences.
Taking off his suit shirt, Cheng Zihao's usual serious and cold look faded quite a bit. Not all men can put on the light pink leisure suit and wear it in such a well-fitting and decent manner. The man who stood upright in the sunlight was inexplicably shrouded in a light layer of bookish flavor, gentle and quiet.
He was seen adjusting his stance, his slender hands gripping the end of the club tightly as his eyes fell on the hole in the distance.
Gesturing a few times, he suddenly raised his hands high in the air and made a graceful arc, and the white ball flew out as if it had wings. It disappeared from sight.
Mr. Cheng is very charming, isn't he? Mrs. Smith took a sip of black tea, the corner of her mouth raised in a graceful arc. I can see that he cherishes you, the same as when my husband courted me back then.
Awkwardly withdrawing her gaze, Gu Xijun picked up the delicate teacup and took a sip, and her gaze was a bit unnatural: Where, it's already a blessing that he doesn't tease me.
Mrs. Smith's smile grew brighter, elegantly took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth and laughed and said: I'm a person who has been there, and the onlooker is clear. Seeing you now, like seeing yourself when you were young. At that time looking forward to love, but shy, hate each other can guess all the thoughts in their hearts. But the other person is not a worm in our stomach, if there is any idea, should be frankly said.
Gu Xijun was slightly stunned before she came to a realization. It was estimated that Mrs. Smith saw her resistance to Cheng Zihao as a little woman's shyness, and hurriedly parsed, We are not what you think...
Mrs. Smith waved her hand, revealing an expression that I've guessed it all from the way you're looking at him, and stood up from her seat, greeting Gu Xijun as she followed her over: they seem to have split the winner, let's go over and take a look now. These condescending men always like to get attention from women.
So the women who had been watching the fun for a long time walked over in a group in the direction of the men.
Before he had reached his destination, Mr. Smith had stridden over in his wife's direction, wrapped his arms around her waist and embraced her in a kiss.
Your husband s treasure is not old. Smith raised an eyebrow and smiled at Gu Xijun, living like a small child who got a good grade on the exam: on the last shot, Mr. Cheng was distracted and looked at Ms. Gu, and he hit it crookedly.
Mrs. Smith smiled and chimed in, Is that so? Just now, when Miss Gu was drinking tea with me, she also kept looking at Mr. Cheng.