Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Five minutes later, Lu Mosheng was still holding the club, and the scoreboard in front of him was constantly changing.

Seeing all this, Ye Shenghao didn't seem to be anxious at all.

Instead, he was leaning on the side railing with a relaxed expression, with one hand lightly inserted in his trouser pocket, and the other hand holding onto the cue. He raised his chin proudly like a prince, exuding nobility and unruliness all over his body. .

The light flashed in a pair of deep eyes with a hint of mystery, against the corners of his slightly curved lips, making people completely unaware of his inner thoughts.

Lu Mosheng was originally confident and proud, but when he looked at this scene with his head tilted, he felt a shock in his heart, and there was a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

What is this man thinking?
Didn't Ye Shenghao worry about winning or losing this match at all, or did he not pay much attention to it from the very beginning?

But the agreement between the two men is more important than anything else, and it's about Jiang Xiyuan, so there's no reason for Ye Shenghao not to care about it, right?
But Lu Mosheng has already reached a double-digit score, yet Ye Shenghao can still look at it with ease and elegance while drinking some clear tea. What does this mean?
"Now I know why a master is always lonely, because there is no one around him who can be an opponent." Lu Mosheng paused for a moment, then raised his pole, but put it down to re-aiming, and said while tidying up. "I underestimated myself. I should give you the first shot, Mr. Ye. Otherwise, I didn't touch the ball in the whole round. Wouldn't it be that I brought such a valuable club for nothing?"

Ye Shenghao didn't speak, but smiled calmly.

Seeing this, Lu Mosheng's brows sank slightly, and he couldn't guess the opponent's intentions, but at this moment he swung the pole in his hand, a little skewed, and the ball didn't follow the expected track. A slight deviation, the ball skipped the hole and finally stopped. On the edge of the hole.

Mistake.

"." Lu Mosheng took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the green silence in the distance.

"Concession." Ye Shenghao stepped forward gracefully, the emotion on his smiling face remained the same.

Although Lu Mosheng was reluctant, he had no choice but to back down, watching Ye Shenghao straighten his back like a king, swinging the expensive club in his hand gracefully.

Hole in one.

Another hole in one.
After so many repetitions, Lu Mosheng didn't know how long he stood there, and he didn't wait for Ye Chenghao's mistake.

If Lu Mosheng's golf skills are excellent, then Ye Shenghao is the real hidden master.

It was obviously a contest, but Lu Mosheng did not take it lightly when he was in it, including controlling the center of gravity of the body, strength in the hand, and distinguishing the distance between the ball and the hole. He calculated everything clearly.

But the man in front of him didn't have the sense of urgency that Lu Mosheng had when he was playing. On the contrary, he was leisurely, as if he was really entertaining. But when the pole in his hand collided with the ball on the ground to form a perfect arc, he felt the two It has long been integrated because of this man's skillful technique.

Lu Mosheng stood on one side, his legs became unnaturally heavy, and he couldn't move a little.

"Entered again." Ye Shenghao didn't take it seriously, said calmly, and raised his hand to block the sunlight, looking like he was playing.

Immediately afterwards, another consecutive hole-in-one.

In a daze, Lu Mosheng raised his head lightly, glanced at the sign whose score kept jumping, his brows were solemnly frowned, and even the cold sweat on his forehead began to gather slowly.