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"Three... Brother, how's your technique? " Remembering that he wanted to keep his identity a secret, she had to call him "Third Brother."

He didn't know why, but he felt a little embarrassed.

"Not bad." Fu Sihan lowered his head and brushed the dust away. His movements were graceful and lazy, carrying an air of arrogance.

"My skills are terrible …" Late at night, he looked at Fu Sihan with a troubled expression.

"Crap, you're still playing?" Fu Sihan didn't sympathize with her in the slightest.

She pursed her lips and swallowed her words, "Can you do it better?"

The opening of a ball with smoke was usually very tricky, making it difficult for the people behind to pick it up.

Sure enough, it was too late.

After that, Shang Jun took one and it was Fu Sihan's turn.

"Third brother, you can do it!" I don't want to be with Fu Sihan's damned Kiss late at night.

Although they were husband and wife, this sort of relationship between husband and wife was not even comparable to that between friends.

When she spoke in a low voice, her clear voice became soft and soft, like sweet cotton candy. Fu Sihan lowered his eyes and saw her. Her eyelashes were long and curly, like a small fan.

She probably didn't know that the way she looked when she begged him was very suitable for a woman when she was in bed.

Fu Sihan threw Qiao Cai behind him and the waiter immediately jumped up to catch her.

He bent down, put up a pole, took aim...

His movements were quick and accurate, and even had a sense of being hasty.

Then, he entered all the remaining balls.

The audience: "..." Dead silence.

And then it exploded in an instant:

"So handsome! So handsome!"

"F * ck!" This wasn't his full strength, was it? I think he was very casual about it. "

"Handsome, do you have a girlfriend? What do you think about me? I'm lying! "

"..."

Yan Night looked at Fu Sihan in disbelief. "What you're saying is …" "It's not bad?"

Third Young Master pretended to be modest. "It's just luck."

"Third brother, you can't do this!" Young Son An was rather interested in watching Fu Sihan play. "The disparity in strength is too great. It's boring to play around with!"

Fu Sihan put down his bat. "Continue."

In the second game, Yan opened late and scored a zero.

On the other side, the cigarette had been taken over. It had swept almost the entire ball, leaving only one ball behind.

A draw.

In the third round, he tossed a coin and played with Fu Sihan.

Four in.

"Third brother, it's up to you!" Late at night, without knowing the truth, there was a feeling of lying down and winning.

Did she not want to kiss him that much? Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes and did not say anything.

Shang Junchi and his son An looked at each other but smiled without saying a word.

With third brother's normal skills, he would at least score seven goals at the very least!

He was definitely deliberately letting them go!

Plenty of smoke to catch the plate, five goals in a row. Three goals late.

"Ah …" Nightingale sighed and looked at Fu Sihan with a dejected expression. "We're finished. We're going to lose."

Fu Sihan's face darkened.

The remaining balls were not difficult to play, and LiuYan felt that this was a sure win situation, so he started chatting with Shang Junchi.

"Shang shaoye, you invested in this fall's auto show, right?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Shang Junchi had scored a goal.

"What do you think about our family's late night?" "She also entered this fall car show for the interview. Does young master Shang think that she can get through late?"

"Huh?"

Shang Junchi was still thinking of how to contact Yan Clan late at night to create an opportunity for his third brother. Turns out that the opportunity had already arrived!

As a result of his pleasant surprise, the bat was jabbed askew.

"Please show mercy, Young Master Xie Shang!" The latecomer smiled.

The smile on Liuyan's face froze, "Shang shaoye, are you crazy because you want to eat two?"

Young Son An rolled his eyes at this pig of a teammate.

"Wrong hand, wrong hand …" Shang felt that he had let down his third brother.