[BL]Marry Rich Old Man

Chapter 104

    Commercial Stadium, five o'clock in the afternoon.

    The tennis club and the basketball club occupies the left and right sides, and do not interfere with each other.

    The sound of the racket hitting the ball is occasionally drowned out by the cheers of the slam dunk next door; but there are also times when someone at the tennis club plays a handsome serve to cause a commotion, which completely attracts the eyes of the stands.

    Of course this person will not be safe and sound.

    …Actually, his posture for serving is not very standard.

    "There are a lot of little girls behind to shoot you." Panting Wen Ling, carrying the racket and sweating over, leaned against the railing by the court, put down the racket, bent over to pick up his own mineral water, unscrewed the lid and raised his head. Take a sip.

    An Wuhao was also resting, his sweaty cheeks flushed.

    The white sports headband on his forehead was already soaked.

    He picked up the hem of his clothes and fanned his face. After hearing the words, he was stunned. After looking back, he saw many classmates holding their mobile phones.

    "I didn't lie to you?" Based on Wen Ling's understanding of An Wuhao, he felt that the other party would be shy 90%.

    "Hi..." An Wuhao waved to the stands.

    "..." Wen Ling was immediately slapped and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

    In the next second, immediately cover the ears with the palms of the hands, and release them after a full minute.

    Such a foresighted Sao operation can be seen unscathed for a while.

    Then he tilted his head slightly in pain, looked at the next door with dark eyes, and his eyes dazzlingly said,'Why don't you remind me? 'This line of words.

    Wen Ling laughed: "You can enjoy yourself slowly." He drank plenty of water, patted Anwu's shoulder, picked up a beat and left.

    An Wuhao wanted to leave too, but as soon as he left, the young ladies behind them happily shouted: "Azai! Look here, take a frontal photo of you!" The

    footsteps froze.

    Wha...what is the weird name?

    The tennis teenager, who looked ashamed and helpless, blushed and turned back awkwardly.

    The little sisters laughed again, raising their mobile phones to take pictures of him.

    I saw the freeze-frame picture on the phone, the sunset is dazzling, the backlit sports teenager, holding a racket in one hand, and slightly squeezing a fist in the other, the embarrassing and kind smile on his face looks better than the sunset.

    Snapshots are only a momentary matter.

    When the little fairies took the photo, they were in a good mood with the naked eye: "It's done!" They said to An Wuhao in the softest tone of their lives: "Little Tiantian, go back and play."

    "..." The

    whole thing. During the process, An Wuhao looked dumbfounded: "Oh." He asked suddenly: "Have you eaten?"

    The little fairies on the opposite side also looked dumbfounded: "Hey? Not yet..." He came over after class. Up.

    No... After