Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 149 Ask her for a kiss? !
Takeru Ito stretched out his fingers slowly, and swayed at Mo Chou's face on the screen.

On one side, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips ambiguously, and spit out two obscure words.

"make a deal!"

As if, Mochou on the screen.

It's just meat on the chopping board for sale.

Looking at each other, the two men laughed out loud at the same time.

In the competition hall, Mo Chou didn't know that she had become the target of hunting yesterday.

The third No.4 match is over, and Murong Lin is about to play.

"Wife, don't you give me some encouragement?!"

He grinned and moved his face closer to her, but he was begging for a kiss.

Mo Chou stretched out her palm, making a gesture to hit her, but her fingers easily picked off a piece of her long hair that was stuck to his sleeve.

With such a small movement, warm ripples appeared in Murong Lin's heart.

"Wife, wait for me!"

Looking at her deeply, he strode onto the arena.

Murong Lin's opponent is an old British football star, whom Mo Chou had seen in newspapers before.

Compared with Zhang Zhang in the newspaper, this talented player of the year has shown a bit of old age.

As soon as Murong Lin stepped onto the stage, there was a burst of applause and welcome.

The title of idol-level player is by no means in vain.

No matter in China, in Southeast Asian countries, or even in Europe, his followers and fans are ignored everywhere.

In addition to his superb skills and domineering style of play, his personal charm also accounts for a large proportion.

The two opponents were also old acquaintances. They smiled and shook hands before walking back to their respective chairs.

The game officially begins!
The ratio adopts the rule of 17 innings and 9 wins according to the convention, and the opponent kicks off first.

Unlike Murong Lin's style of play, the opponent plays in a very steady way, with years of experience and superb skills.

The two soon started a tug-of-war.

Mo Chou didn't take it seriously at first, but when the score between the two reached eight to seven.

When Murong Lin was temporarily defeated, her originally indifferent mood became a little nervous.

Instinctively, she looked at Murong Lin.

Unexpectedly, that guy was also turning to look at her.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and Murong Lin raised the corners of his lips evilly.

PS: Let’s stop here, see you tomorrow. . .crawl away. . .

(End of this chapter)