His Wife Calls The Shots

The crowd was cheering for He Zhiqing, and the excitement of turning defeat into victory made them very excited.

Of course, on the other side, Cang Zeyue's supporters were a little depressed and dejected.

This was the second match of Cang Zeyue against He Zhiqing. Every time Cang Ze was defeated, the fans sighed, but at the same time, He Zhiqing was lifted to a higher altar.

Cang Zeyue took off his helmet and looked at Tang Qianxiang with a look of unwillingness and helplessness. In the end, with a bitter smile, he shook hands with her and touched his shoulders.

"I'm willing to bet and lose. I won't be held accountable for your friend's smashing of my car, and I don't have to pay back the money."

Qian Miao pressed his mask once, and his eyes were calm: "In fact, the money is very good. You can pay as much as you want. Let's change the terms. Why don't you come out and help her fight a lawsuit?"

Cang Zeyue carried a smirk at the corner of his mouth: "I want to help her, then you beg me, first call my brother, then call two Ouba, and then...hey, I'm done!"

On the other side, Qian Miao was already talking to his team members and ignored him.

Cang Zeyue was quickly surrounded by his own team members, nothing more than discussing what was wrong with the tactics just now.

Their team has become accustomed to winning without being arrogant or discouraged. Generally, they don't feel much comfort. They only find out the place where they lost the first time, and then find ways to overcome it.

In the arena, friendly matches with other teams are underway, and the mood of the audience is still high.

The group returned to the back lounge.

Within a few minutes of walking, Cang Zeyue and Qian Mian were in school side by side

While other people were communicating with each other, he raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "How far have you progressed with Fengxian? Ah? It wasn't that love was a stumbling block in life at the beginning. Did you kick it away?"

Qianmiao's eyes deepened: "Are you not gossiping?"

"How can things between brothers be called gossip? I'm protecting him. Who knows what conspiracy and tricks you are playing? He is very simple and has never loved anyone. When he turned his head and fell in love, he found me crying. I suffer."

"Is he innocent?" Qianmiao rolled his eyes.

"Why, don't you think?"

Qian Miao didn't bother to talk to him.

"Brother, to be honest, you two call me Master in the relationship aspect. Don't deny it. I have talked about more relationships than you have ever had. If you don't know anything, just ask me, how is it, am I? Very loyal?"

"Deadly." Qian Miao squinted his eyes, and his voice was low.

But he saw him looking straight ahead to the left.

Qianmiao looked forward and saw Feng Xian standing not far away. His long body was leaning against the wall. His handsome face was covered with a faint cold color, when the dark eyes appeared. Qianmiao's figure, the color of sparse coldness suddenly dispersed a lot.

He straightened up and stepped forward here.

"Yo, your boyfriend is here, then I'll go first, and then have a meal together after two."

"I'm single." She couldn't help but explain.

Cang Ze pursed his lips and smiled: "You are right, I'm leaving."

After the next sentence, he walked away hurriedly, as if taking a step slowly, he would be sealed and rectified on the spot.

Several people walked to Fengxian and stopped.

Qianmiao's team members watched his eyes locked tightly and couldn't help asking: "Sir, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Feng Xian stared at Qian Mian with affectionate eyes, and said softly: "I am a fan of Heshen, a diehard fan."

Qianmiao's eyes gradually darkened, and the previous feeling of restlessness struck his heart again. The calm heart of the victory just now slowly set off a stormy sea.