Chatper 403 (2/2)
The ball went into the hole beautifully, knocking off Peng Yuzhou's ball by several blocks.
But Zhan Yeling's stern expression remained calm.
Looking at Zhan Yeling's expressionless face, Xiong Miao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how could he not be happy to win the game?
However, the way he played just now was really handsome.
The exquisitely embroidered dark green sportswear reflected colorful light in the sun, coating him with a soft shell.
The movement of playing ball is obviously well-trained, and every move reveals nobility. In ancient times, he was a young master who was cultivated from a young age, an existence that is unattainable.
The head was slapped suddenly, and a low and menacing voice came: "What are you thinking?"
Xiong Miao was so shocked that he came back to his senses, subconsciously retorted: "I didn't think about anything, why did you hit me?"
"Look at you, you're stupid, but you'll be smart if you fight." His magnetic voice was mixed with evil charm.
"You're the one who made me stupid!" Xiong Miao answered subconsciously.
Just after I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that I was wrong. Isn't this admitting that I am stupid?
Peng Yuzhou walked over with that official smile on his face: "Mr. Zhan, you won."
Zhan Yeling's ball landed in a tree hole farther than Peng Yuzhou's, and it was more accurate and the arc was perfect. He had to admit defeat.
The corners of Zhan Yeling's lips curled up in a rare way, "Boss Peng is not in a good condition today." There was no sense of modesty in his words.
After hearing this, Peng Yuzhou laughed and said, "Mr. Zhan, I have made you my friend. The contract matter is settled like this."
Xiong Miao knew that Zhan Yeling's purpose of coming here today had been achieved, but he didn't expect it to be so fast and smooth.
"Since we're here, let's just play around and not waste this great time." Peng Yuzhou said loudly.
Zhan Yeling nodded in agreement, Xiong Miao had no choice but to follow him into the stadium again.