His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 237

The whole audience was cheering for He Zhiqing, and the excitement of turning defeat into victory made them excited.

Of course, on the other side, Cang Zeyue's supporters were a little lethargic and dejected.

This is the second match between Cang Zeyue and He Zhiqing. Every time Cang Zeyue loses, fans inevitably sigh, but at the same time, it also lifts He Zhiqing to a higher altar.

Cang Zeyue took off his helmet and looked at Tang Qianmiao with a look of unwillingness and helplessness. In the end, with a bitter smile, he went over to shake hands with her and touched her shoulders.

"I'm willing to admit defeat. Your friend smashed my car. I won't pursue it, and I don't have to pay back the money."

Qian Miao pressed her mask, her eyes were calm: "Actually, the money aspect is easy to say, you can pay as much as you want. Let's change the conditions. Why don't you go out and help her fight a lawsuit?"

Cang Zeyue had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you want me to help her so much, then you beg me, call me brother first, then Oppa twice, and then... Hey, I'm done! "

On the other side, Qian Miao was already talking to her own team members and ignored him at all.

Cang Zeyue was also quickly surrounded by his own team members, just to discuss what was wrong with the tactics just now.

Their teams have become accustomed to winning without being arrogant and not discouraged, and generally they do not comfort others. They will only find out the place of failure at the first time, and then find a way to overcome it.

In the arena, there are friendly matches of other teams in progress, and the audience is still in high spirits.

The group returned to the lounge at the back.

Within a few minutes of walking, Cang Zeyue and Qian Miao walked side by side.

While other people were communicating with each other, he had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "How far have you and Feng Xian progressed? Ah? I didn't say that love was a stumbling block in life, but it just happened when they met. Did you kick your foot off?"

Qian Miao's eye sockets were deep: "Didn't you say you don't gossip?"

"How can things between brothers be called gossip, I'm protecting him, who knows what conspiracy and tricks you're playing, he's a very innocent man, he's never loved anyone else, and when he loses his love, he asks me to cry, that's not it I am guilty."

"Is he innocent?" Qian Miao rolled her eyes out.

"Why, don't you think so?"

Qian Miao was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Brother, to be honest, you two call me Master when it comes to your relationship, don't deny it, I've had more relationships than you guys have ever dated, and if you don't understand anything, just ask me, how's it going, I'm Isn't that righteous enough?"

"Go away." Qian Miao glared at him, her voice low.

But he saw that his eyes were looking straight ahead to the left.

Qian Miao looked forward and saw Feng Xian standing not far away, leaning against the wall with a long and slender body, with a faint coldness on his handsome face, when the dark pupils appeared Qian Miao's figure, the cold color dissipated a lot at once.

He straightened up and stepped forward.

"Yo, your boyfriend is here, then I'll go first, and we'll have dinner together in two days."

"I'm single," she couldn't help but explained.

Cang Zeyue pursed her lips and smiled: "You say yes, I'm leaving."

As soon as he said a sentence, he hurriedly walked away quickly, as if he would be sealed off and rectified on the spot if he walked slowly.

Several people walked to Feng Xian and stopped.

Qian Miao's team members saw that his eyes were locked on Qian Miao, and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Feng Xian stared at Qian Miao with affectionate eyes, and his voice was soft: "I am a fan of Heshen, a diehard fan."

Qian Miao's eyes darkened, and the uneasy feeling from before came to her heart again. The calm heart that had just won, but at this time, a stormy sea was slowly set off.