Chapter 23

He obviously plays tennis very often, with good technique, stable swing and moderate strength. The green tennis makes a beautiful arc in the air.

Sweat like rain.

Welsh won the match and had a good time. After several games, he said to Lu Yan with a smile: "Mr. Lu, you have a good lawyer."

Lu Yan laughed and said no.

Welsh said, "by the way, Mr. Lu, I heard that you are married. Is your wife here this time? My wife is going to hold a charity dinner tonight. I'd like to invite you and your wife to join us, and miss Yan

Lu Yan smell speech, black eyes deep, like a calm ocean, a little ripples.

His vision was glued to the words on the edge of the court.

Yu Yu thought that he wanted a towel and water, so he stood up, ran over, handed the water and towel to Lu Yan, and politely gave Welsh a share.

Lu Yan didn't answer.

Welsh thinks that simile is single, but he is still very young. Because he appreciates simile, he begins to introduce young talents to simile. When he learns that both the University and graduate students of simile are studying in England, his interest becomes more and more intense.

Welsh said: "I have a cousin who graduated from London University. He may have a lot in common with you. You can see him at the dinner tonight."

Yu Yu smiles. She wanted to say that she was married, but when it comes to marriage, she has to say that her husband is Lu Yan.

She glanced at Lu Yan's tightly pursed lips. Her eyes were cold, and she didn't know whether she was happy or angry, so she didn't explain.

Yanyu bent his eyes and said, "thank you."

Mr. Welsh is going to have a rest. Lu Yan's eyes are deep and he stops. He looks down coldly and says: "I'm going to practice for a while."

Welsh pick eyebrows, he did not speak, Lu Yan said with a smile: "no, you go to rest, I practice serve and swing."

Wait until Wales gets inside.

Lu Yan Jin expensive lazy, Yang Yang chin way: "go."

He only practices serving, and there are only two of them on the court. He just wants her to be a caddie.

The metaphor is very obedient. I said I would pick up the ball.

But Lu Yan was a little ungracious. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were deep, and the whirlpool in his eyes was silent. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his face looked smelly.

The swing is more and more powerful, but also a little fierce.

Yanyu was panting for breath. Originally, her head hurt a little. Lu Yan casually waved her racket, and the green ball hit her head.

Finally, it narrowly passed.

There is still some pain in the forehead.

Words and expressions are also a little angry. If she doesn't feel Lu Yan's aim at her any more, she has lived in vain for so many years.

Lu Yan's eyes on the other side were calm and thoughtful. He didn't seem to think it was anything to hit her. His handsome eyebrows even twisted and said, "go on."

The words deep breath, pressure down the heart of the leaping fire, she tightened the lips, in addition to anger, chest also a little sour.

She ran to the side and picked up a tennis ball. She caught a glimpse of the tennis racket on the side. After thinking about it, she quickly picked it up and turned around. Facing Lu Yan's head, she laughed and waved it hard.

Lu Yanxian was stunned, but because of years of proficient in the ball, he subconsciously dodged, but also hit the forehead just like words.

Something flashed through his dark eyes.

Thin lips slightly Yang, smile, staring at the metaphor carelessly.

Yu is not afraid of Lu Yan. She still holds the racket in her hand. Lu Yan's voice is indifferent: "you have gained a lot of courage since you came to England."

The lines of Lu Yan's face are cold.

The simile stares at his face, and his eyes slowly balk. In fact, every time he sees his face, his anger will disperse.

In Lu Yan's eyes, her eyes were surprisingly bright: "Lu Yan, that's because you don't know me yet."

A tennis match, two people play heartily.

The metaphor of university is inferiority, but she will turn inferiority into hard work. She can't play tennis, can't dance, and even hasn't seen a lot of things, but she can learn. Even if her sleep time is squeezed out, she will learn.

If you don't have talent, let's make it up.

Lu Yan doesn't care about metaphor, so naturally he won't search for the information of metaphor. But after lunch break, he randomly searched several keywords. Metaphor's life in British schools is really rich. He won a lot of scholarships and participated in many competitions.

As the night deepened and it was getting dark, the night wind in London was a little cool, and suddenly there was some killing.

Lu Yan stood up and looked out of the window. He narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed absent-minded, but when he looked at it seriously, he felt chilly.

It's an excellent woman, but her ambition is not bad.

Lu Yan went back to his desk and browsed the email about Xu Yingxia sent by his assistant. He didn't get much. The world is really big. It's easy to hide a person.Welsh dinner is still a must.

Welsh and his wife have a very close relationship. They are very affectionate. The affectionate people are keen to introduce people to others. One of them is rhetoric.

As soon as Lu Yan entered the dinner party, he didn't care much. He was entangled by others.

When he finished his work, he glanced at Yu unconsciously.

Then, his eyes narrowed, and there was a trace of irony in his pupils.

It is Jiang Zhoumo who is obsessed with words.

He couldn't see Jiang Zhoumo's expression clearly, but he could see the words clearly. There was light in her eyes and her eyes were slightly red. The next second, Jiang Zhoumo held her in his arms.

Yu has not paid attention to it for a long time, and has not seen Jiang Zhoumo. Jiang Zhoumo doesn't know what he is busy with. Except for looking for her at the beginning, he doesn't entangle with her at the back, but he didn't expect to see her today.

Jiang Zhoumo's chest heaved and puffed, his hand holding the shoulder of words.

Drooping eyes, throat rolling up and down.

He had an astringent voice: "ah Yu, I know you can't let go of Cheng CI. I'm a friend of Cheng Ci, and I can't stand it, but people always have to move forward. You can't stay in the same place all the time, or even marry someone who looks like Cheng CI."

The words didn't speak, the lips pursed tightly, and the redness of the eyes rippled.

Jiang Zhoumo said intermittently about Cheng CI: "a Yu, did you choose to marry Lu Yan because of that child? Is the child Lu Yan's? In other words, children also look like Cheng CI? Ah CI said before that he would have a child with you. If you don't want to give up this child, I will I can think of her as my own child

There is only one idea.