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His attire was also close-fitting, with each fold perfectly fitting. It accentuated his low profile and reserved character. His hands held the club, and his movements were natural and unrestrained. Every swing of the club was incomparably accurate.

He Meimei's face was filled with an extremely obvious sense of infatuation. Zhao Xi had seen that kind of expression before, the kind of gaze that carried arrogance, possession, and desire, just like when Yun Min looked at Mu Anhao.

Mo Ziran turned around and looked at the two of them. He handed the bat in his hands to the ball boy and took off his gloves before walking over to them.

"Let's fight together." Mo Ziran said with a light smile.

Zhao Xi quickly waved her hands: "I don't know how to play golf."

She wasn't the young miss of the Zhao Family for a long time, she had already left this life for a long time.

He Meimei was surprised: "Zhao Xi, you don't know golf?"

Zhao Xi nodded her head, and laughed: "It doesn't matter, I will just watch you guys play."

He Meimei ran over and pulled her. "Let's fight together, I'll teach you how to fight, okay? We always have to learn. "

Zhao Xi hesitated: "But I've never played golf before."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. I'll teach you. I guarantee you that you will learn it soon." He Meimei promised sincerely, but her eyes flashed a teasing light, everyone had to learn how to be ugly huh.

Zhao Xi was pulled to the front of the field by He Meimei, who passed her a pair of gloves, and called for the ball boy to bring two balls. "Zhao Xi, look at me, I'll teach you."

Zhao Xi said helplessly: "Alright."

He Meimei laughed and raised her staff, using the standard movement to hit the golf club into the nearest hole. Zhao Xi said in shock: "I never thought that you would be so powerful."

She originally thought that even if He Meimei knew how to play, she would only stay at the level where she could play.

"It's very simple. You try it out too." He Meimei turned around and looked at Mo Ziran who was standing behind them, and seemingly said unintentionally, "My ball skills were all taught by Big Brother Mo, in the past I kept pestering him to learn golf. Big Brother Mo didn't have any other ways, so he taught me."

It was Mo Ziran again.

Zhao Xi unconsciously bit her lower lip, as if all the topics, all the emotions, and even her memories, were all dependent on Mo Ziran.

He couldn't help but shake his head while laughing. He Meimei liked Mo Ziran, isn't that normal? What was she unhappy about?

Thus, she also smiled. "Alright, I'll try it out too."

She followed He Meimei's example and spread her legs a bit. Holding the ball in both hands, she seriously looked at the ball on the ground and then swung it. But when she focused her eyes, she did not discover her ball. She lowered her head and realized that she had not touched it at all.

He Meimei laughed: "This is the first time you've fought like this. You just need to practice a bit."

Although she was saying some comforting words, He Meimei's eyes were full of satisfaction. This Zhao Xi was even worse than what she had imagined.

Although Zhao Xi tried his best, she still couldn't find the trick to it. After playing the ball wrong a few times, no matter how hard she tried, Zhao Xi didn't dare to look at him in the eyes. Zhao Xi felt hot on her face, but this time she was embarrassed.

He Meimei turned around and said to Mo Ziran: "Big Brother Mo, let's fight for a while too. Let's let Zhao Xi train for a bit."

Mo Ziran nodded his head, took his own cue and walked to the front of the stage. His tall body slightly bent, just an extremely normal action, but it was especially beautiful when he did it.

He Meimei was also standing beside Mo Ziran, and intentionally blocked her line of sight: "Big Brother Mo, let's have a competition, okay? If you lose today, I'm going to punish you for making me coffee. "

Mo Ziran smiled slightly: "Alright, those who lose, go and make coffee."

Zhao Xi was a little depressed, she stopped to watch the two play ball. Mo Ziran had played very well, it was within his expectations, but he did not expect He Meimei to play so well as well.

Actually, although He Meimei's posture was standard, her strength was far from being enough. She was only able to show off in front of a beginner like Zhao Xi.

Mo Ziran was very indulgent to He Meimei. Although he did not want to lose to her when they were playing ball, he was not much ahead of her.

He Meimei stomped her feet and acted coquettishly, her voice just happening to be heard by Zhao Xi: "Big Brother Mo, you clearly let me do this."

"As long as you obediently make the coffee in the end, it's fine. As for how much I can win, that's not important." Mo Ziran smiled gently, completely not showing off his imposing manner in front of outsiders.

Zhao Xi started to get a little angry, could it be that she came to watch the two of them happily playing football? If she could, she really wanted to drop the club now.

He muttered to himself angrily, as if he was venting his anger, and swung the stick out. However, he managed to hit the ball with a crooked strike. But before Zhao Xi could shout excitedly, she discovered that the ball had completely deviated from its trajectory and flew towards the bushes with her full strength.

Not only were there bushes on the court, but there were also winding lakes and beaches, just like the golf course in the world.

The moment Zhao Xi's ball flew out, the ball boy had already moved, and ran towards the ball's landing point.

Zhao Xi scratched her head in embarrassment and said to He Meimei and Mo Ziran who were looking at her: "My strength is a little too big."

He Meimei laughed out loud, "It's indeed a little big." It's not just a little big? She had never seen such a stupid woman.

Mo Ziran shook his head, walking towards Zhao Xi with her long legs. Under He Meimei's expression, he walked behind Zhao Xi and bent down to grab her hands: "I'll teach you."

Zhao Xi was startled, she only felt Mo Ziran's Qi completely enveloping him, and when he spoke, the hot air she exhaled was right beside her ears.

Mo Ziran said patiently, "First, you have to look at your own ball. Pretend that it is on track, so when you swing the rod, you have to make sure that your arms are stretched out, and that you wave it in a larger arc."

Zhao Xi stared at the big hands of Mo Ziran that were covering her hands, and felt the warmth that belonged to Mo Ziran, until it reached her ears.

"Are you listening to me?" Mo Ziran discovered that Zhao Xi was lost in thought and asked helplessly.

Zhao Xi was shocked: "I heard it."

Then her head turned hot and she blurted out, "Can you teach me that well?"

"As long as you are willing." Mo Ziran nudged Zhao Xi's leg with her foot, indicating for her to bend his knees a little more.

"Then," Zhao Xi restrained herself, and then followed her own heart, "If I win, what are you going to do?"

Mo Ziran let out a low laugh behind her. When Zhao Xi got angry, she originally thought that Mo Ziran was ridiculing her for not winning, but then heard his voice that carried a deep smile: "What do you want from me?"

He seemed to be in a good mood. Zhao Xi looked at him suspiciously, and said without thinking: "If I win, then Brother Ziran, will you carry me back?"

He Meimei immediately grabbed onto the bat in her hand. If it wasn't for Mo Ziran's presence, she would have likely charged forward in the next second.

The ballboy at the side looked up at in astonishment before quickly lowering his head again. However, what shocked them the most wasn't Zhao Xi's words, but Mo Ziran's reply without hesitation: "Okay."

This time, even Zhao Xi herself was surprised: "You agreed to it?"

Mo Ziran raised his brows, "Why not?"

Zhao Xi thought for a while, then lowered his head dejectedly: "You think I won't win?"

Mo Ziran's voice was thick with ridicule: "You still haven't learned it, and you know you won't win?"

"Who said I can't win?" Zhao Xi was enraged, even if she was weak, she would not necessarily lose, "Come, teach me."

"You want me to teach you, but you still act so righteously?" Although Mo Ziran had said that, he still guided Zhao Xi in his duties and responsibilities.

The two of them stuck close to each other with their waists and backs pressed together.

Being intimate with someone was a pain in the neck for He Meimei. Even when she had Mo Ziran teach her in the past, he had never done it himself like he did today.

She had always thought that Mo Ziran was the best for her, but she never thought that all of her fantasies would be shattered by Zhao Xi.

Originally, he wanted to see Zhao Xi make a fool of herself, but in the end he had Mo Ziran teach her how to play ball.

He Meimei's face was twisted with hatred, she had sworn to make Zhao Xi disappear from her and Mo Ziran's world.

Mo Ziran was indeed a good teacher, and under his guidance, Zhao Xi improved quickly. After a few tries, he was able to hit the ball without correcting herself. Although she was still a distance away from the hole, it was still quite good.

Zhao Xi proudly raised her chin: "You can say that I am intelligent and gifted."

"But you still can't beat me." Mo Ziran splashed her cold water without restraint.

Zhao Xi was not depressed either: "But I also didn't say what would happen if I lost."

There was a little cunning look on her face, and her eyes sparkled, causing Mo Ziran's mind to wander.

He Meimei interrupted forcefully: "Big Brother Mo, how can we calculate the competition?"

Mo Ziran retracted his gaze: "Go back and make some coffee."

He Meimei said with grief: "Big Brother Mo, are you really not planning to show mercy?"

"I don't plan to." Mo Ziran smiled lightly and turned to look at Zhao Xi. "It's time to go back.

How could she remember it better than she did? Zhao Xi's face fell: "Got it."

With such a parent in charge, it would be difficult for him to not learn properly.

The setting sun in the sky dyed the clouds red. Zhao Xi walked beside Mo Ziran and asked curiously: "Brother Ziran, if I win against you one day, will that bet between us still count?"

"If you win against me, that means I want to admit defeat. How can that not count?"

Mo Ziran's tone of voice was casual, but it carried an unparalleled seriousness.