Of course, that's what Mu Weiwei thinks.

But she would never admit it in front of a dog man.

"Who... Who said that! Who is rare to see you? You are the one who pesters me

Fu Linchen looked at the dead duck's hard mouthed little girl with a smile. She shook her head slightly and said, "what you say is what you say. So, Princess mu, can you start training now? I charge by the minute. "

"How much do you charge for playing with me?" Mu Weiwei's eyes widened.

Does this man really want to go back to the life of a single dog?

Fu Linchen said with a smile: "of course, H University has allocated funds to tennis teams, but he has to pay for the accompanying coaches. Why don't I accept them? It's hard to support my family. Besides, I have a young girl friend who is hard to support. "

Cut, it seems that she is very difficult to do it.

Mu Weiwei glared at him and said, "are you sure you can really do it for me? Don't blame me for not reminding you. Miss Ben's tennis level is very high. I used to practice with her and won the national championship. Are you sure you are better than him? If you can't, even if you are my male... Pursuer, I will replace you! "

Mu Weiwei's remark is not a joke, nor does she mean to annoy Fu Linchen.

After all, it's a young lady cultivated by the Mu family. She's not a love brain, and the importance of things is very clear.

It's impossible to treat the results of the competition as a drama in order to fall in love.

Fu Linchen picked pick eyebrows, light lift lips: "I can't... You can try."

Mu Weiwei was stunned.

It's a very serious conversation. How can it sound a little whimpering?

Without waiting for her to say anything more, Fu Linchen has turned and walked to the other end of the field.

Without saying a word, he zipped down his sports coat and threw it directly to the ground beside the court.

He only wore a short sleeve sports T-shirt, although the style was loose, but a thin layer of fabric hung down, still clearly outlined his full muscle lines.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs

It's a perfect figure.

I don't know what it's like to touch it?

"What are you looking at, little girl? Do you want to play? "

Fu Linchen's languid tone with a smile interrupted Mu Weiwei's thoughts.

As soon as she blushed, she turned around and ran to the edge of the bench. She also took off her coat, picked up her own customized racket for several years and came to the opposite of Fu Linchen.

"Ready? I'm going to serve

"Well."

Fu Linchen is still very casual, with a smile on his lips.

Smile, smile!

What's so funny?

Don't you just look at him more? So narcissistic.

Mu Weiwei's teeth itch with anger: now, on the tennis court where she is best at, she doesn't blow him up, and he is lying on the ground begging for mercy.

……

In an hour.

On the bench beside the venue, Mu Weiwei gasped on the back of the chair, feeling that her strength had been exhausted.

"What's the matter? Do you still want to fight? " Fu Linchen came over and looked down at the little girl on the bench.

Mu Weiwei refused to give up, "fight... Of course, I'll come right away... Let you know how powerful Miss Ben is! Ouch

Mu Weiwei propped up the back of her chair, trying to stand up.

Who knows, just a force, feel a soft arm, fortunately Fu Linchen in time to reach out, hook her waist.

Fu Linchen took advantage of the situation to tighten his arm and said with a low smile: "is physical strength so poor? That's it. Dare you say I can't? "