Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 172 Playing Golf
The pleasant smell broke into the tip of the nose, and Qian Mengmeng's heart beat faster.

Blushing, she immediately wanted to back away, but in the next moment, Song Huaijin clasped her waist with another arm, locking her firmly in front of her body.

"Song, Mr. Song." My god, what is Mr. Song doing.

Qian Mengmeng's cheeks were hot, and she was still held tightly by Song Huaijin with one hand while standing on the spot, while the other hand was slightly propped on his chest.

No matter which hand it is, the place where it is connected brings a warm touch.

Song Huaijin's deep and mellow voice came from above his head: "Don't cry."

She...she didn't cry anymore.

Qian Mengmeng raised her head, looked at him, and explained softly, "I'm not crying anymore."

Lowering her eyes and meeting her gaze, Song Huaijin's eyes were deep, but her words were gentle, "I love to cry."

Qian Mengmeng: "..."

Letting go, he took a slight step back, turned around and put the egg tart on the table, picked up the mineral water and opened it to take a few sips.

When Song Huaijin was drinking water, Qian Mengmeng was still staring at him without blinking.

His slightly raised side face was handsome under the sunlight, as if with a holy light.

The sliding Adam's apple, inexplicably sexy, made her heartbeat synchronize with the frequency of his swallowing.

plop plop...

Why does her big brother look more and more handsome?Qian Mengmeng's eyes were about to burst into pink stars.

Putting down the mineral water bottle, Song Huaijin glanced at her, and was slightly surprised to see her blushing face turned away.

"Will you fight?" he asked aloud.

"Hmm..." Qian Mengmeng's voice was weak, and a moment later she asked seriously with a red face, "What?"

this idiot...

Sighing inwardly, Song Huaijin took the wet handkerchief from Pei Hang and wiped her right hand, "Golf."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qian Mengmeng shaking her head like a rattle.

With a hook on her lips, Song Huaijin picked up the pole, "Go, I'll teach you."

After all, he lifted his foot and walked towards the field.

Qian Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed after Pei Hang's signal.

When the two came to the field, Song Huaijin first greeted her golf friends, then introduced Qian Mengmeng to them one by one, and then took her to another direction.

Standing on the court, Song Huaijin took the pole and made a demonstration first, "Hold the pole with both hands, and bend your knees slightly forward."

After roughly waving it lightly, he handed the pole to Qian Mengmeng's hand, letting her feel it.

Qian Mengmeng took the pole, thought about it in her mind, and followed Song Huaijin's actions just now.

However, because it was the first time she came into contact with this, she didn't want Song Huaijin to think she was stupid, so she was inevitably nervous.With this nervousness, the movements are not standard.

Qian Mengmeng was a little anxious, and raised her hand to brush the loose hair falling from her ears.

Song Huaijin smiled, walked behind her, wrapped his arms around her side, and used his own hands to help Qian Mengmeng adjust her posture.

The sudden closeness brought the scent of cologne and body temperature on Qian Mengmeng's back in an instant.

She just felt as if she was being embraced by Song Huaijin from behind.

Such an intimate gesture...

With a trembling heart, Qian Mengmeng's mind went blank, and she couldn't even hear what Song Huaijin said.

"Well, it's probably this..." After finally correcting her posture, Song Huaijin glanced, but saw Qian Mengmeng staring at the grass in a daze.

Raising his eyebrows puzzled, he followed her gaze down, but stopped when he passed by her white sports skirt holding the pole with both hands.

The slender and white legs are extremely attractive in such a posture, and the movements of the two of them at this time...

His eyes sank, Song Huaijin gritted his teeth.

Damn, he wanted to kiss her.

(End of this chapter)