Chapter 1767

Smell speech, Zhuo rain hasn't yet made a statement, childe brothers then grab a way: "choose me, choose me, I just scored two goals!"

"Only two balls, you scum, but I scored three! Sister Xiaoyu, you come to me and I will teach you hand in hand. "

At this moment, it seems that victory is not so important any more. Whoever can have a blind date with a beautiful woman is the winner!

Zhuo Yu listened to a circle down, hesitantly bit the powder lip, when the shell teeth loose, delicate lips left a few shallow imprints, see childe brothers both pity and want to trample.

It's really strange. Why didn't you think about her before?

Qi Jiaming asked timely: "Xiaoyu, do you remember what I said to you in the leisure club?"

Zhuo Yu looked at him: "Mr. Qi said that you participated in the world championships when you were in University."

"Yes, so I think you should know who is the best billiards teacher here."

When Qi Jiaming said this, he was confident that other men wanted to beat him.

Zhuo Yu slightly lowered his eyelids and covered the streamer: "please, Mr. Qi."

Smell speech, Han Qiancheng and others all showed the expression of lying trough, together with them today is to give Qi Jiaming when the green leaf, right?

For Zhuo Yu's choice, Zhuo Yi is quite satisfied. After all, Qi Jiaming's act of handing over his coat just now is very gentlemanly. I believe he won't take advantage of his family's light rain by teaching the ball.

It happened that Yu Fei's ball was taken away by Zhuo Yu. In order, it was Qi Jiaming's turn to play.

Qi Jiaming asked: "Xiaoyu, let's teach you from this ball?"

"Good." Zhuo Yu accepts the challenge.

People's eyes can't help but become hot up, want to see Qi Jiaming next is how to take advantage of oh no, is to teach Zhuo Yu to play.

As if Zhuo Yu didn't know anything, after picking out a club, she bent down, then extended her other hand to the table, and then put the club on it. The whole action was just like a model.

But childe's eyes move more on her body. At this time, her posture perfectly interprets the word "protruding forward and warping backward", and there is the possibility that it will go away at any time. They are really greedy to death.

The next second, Qi Jiaming's chest covered Zhuo Yu's back, two big hands held her respectively, and her face almost stuck together.

Others are too jealous to breathe.

It smells good.

When Qi Jiaming hugs Zhuo Yu, a wisp of fragrant fragrance comes into his nose.

He divided his mind, and then quickly concentrated.

It's slippery and soft.

This is his feeling when he holds Zhuo Yu's hands. Although he is separated by a layer of lace gloves, he can imagine the feeling when they slide on him. He can't help but get lost.

Suddenly, in front of him came a low reminder: "Mr. Qi, you've got me."

"What?" Qi Jiaming suddenly felt at a loss. He didn't want to be hard on her, did he?

Zhuo Yu said: "your belt"

Qi Jiaming just reflected that the button on her belt was blocking her waist. She was relieved and said, "sorry, I'll step back."

"It doesn't matter." Zhuo Yu's voice doesn't seem to mind at all.

Yes, she's been with so many men before. She should have been used to it for a long time.

Somehow, Qi Jiaming was displeased by this idea.

He silently pressed it down and began to lead Zhuo Yu's little hand to hit the ball out.

After the sound of slapping, a red ball fell into the bag.

"In!" Han Qiancheng yelled on the side, but with a bit gnashing teeth, because it means that Qi Jiaming can continue to hold Zhuo Yu to practice.

Qi Jiaming saw the ball into the heart can not help but a bit of joy.

He turned his head, looking for Zhuo Yu's ear to report to her: "Xiaoyu, we have scored."

When he was in the car just now, he wanted to have a close look at her ears. This time, he really got what he wanted.

"Well, keep trying." Zhuo Yu's response was flat.

Qi Jiaming's complacency is gone. Yes, what's so complacent about just scoring a goal? Can Zhuo Yu still kiss him in the face as a reward?

To be honest, if he's holding a call girl or a female star in his arms, it's possible.

Qi Jiaming settled down and said, "OK, let's concentrate and continue."

Who needs to focus?

Zhuo Yu slightly invisible a pick show eyebrow, hand again by Qi Jiaming holding forward a push, another ball "bang" into.

This time, Qi Jiaming did not ask for credit again, but got up with Zhuo Yu to change the angle of the goal.

During the period, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, he has been holding Zhuo Yu's hand.

Zhuo Yu doesn't get rid of him. In fact, she is also trying to feel for men other than Gong Ming.If she had feelings, maybe she would not have to disobey her brother.

In the next few minutes, Qi Jiaming with Zhuo Yu continuous goals, can be called brave.

The others were angry and exclaimed: "Qi Shao, what else can we play if you fight like this?"

Qi Jiaming turned a deaf ear, until there was only one white ball and one black ball left on the table, he said the second sentence in Zhuo Yu's ear: "Xiaoyu, we are going to win."

"Hmm" Zhuo Yu seems to be tired, so he slightly twisted his waist. With her nasal voice, Qi Jiaming feels like his body has been set on fire and will burn him alive at any time.

Just as he secretly adjusted his breathing, Zhuo Yu suddenly broke away his hand and whispered: "Mr. Qi, can I play the last ball by myself?"

Qi Jiaming a Leng under, subconsciously raised chest.

Zhuo Yu can turn around.

When her slightly red cheeks came into Qi Jiaming's eyes, his eyes moved, thinking that she was shy?

After hearing Zhuo Yu's words, Han Qiancheng and others said busily: "Qi Shao, let sister Xiaoyu play the last ball by herself. Only in this way can we see how you teach!"

"Yes, if you don't teach me well, I'll teach Xiaoyu to fight in the next round, so as not to mislead others."

Smell speech, Qi Jiaming generous smile: "good, let light rain oneself hit."

Zhuo Yu nodded at him and found the right angle. With the accumulated experience, he bumped the white ball in one go.

Just listen to the sound of "pa", the hit black ball rolled towards the hole

scored!!!

In a flash, applause, whistling, and flattery burst out.

Boys, each performance is even more happy than his own goal!

Zhuo Yu is also very happy, her eyebrows curved, like a test of 100 children.

Qi Jiaming couldn't hold back and touched her hair. Zhuo Yu looks up at him. Qi Jiaming pulls his hand back in a hurry. He looks embarrassed.