Dressed As the Heart of a Paranoid Boss

  Chapter 271 You... no... OK? !

  Bo Ting looked deeply at the young man who was still struggling just now, now he looked like a bullied little beast, and let go of his hand, "Where's Pang Kai?"

  Ye Xian rubbed his sore wrist, you finally remembered him!

   "Assistant Pang said that the company has an urgent case that needs to be dealt with, and he will return as soon as he goes, President, or I will go back first. Will you wait for him here for a while?"

  Ye Xian asked, and then felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong...

   "As an excellent employee, how can you let the president wait here alone? Of course I will stay together! President, how about we go eat something?"

   "Are you hungry again?"

   This word is very spiritual, and Ye Xian doubted it, did she eat just now?

   "Then let's go exercise? I see there is a sports field next to it."

   "No, there is a bowling alley in front."

   "Bowling?" Ye Xian hesitated.

   "What? No way?"

"Uh-huh!"

  Ye Xian nodded honestly.

  Bo Tingshen: "What do you know?"

  Ye Xian has studied micro-expressions and tone of voice for many years, and immediately discerned that his words were definitely not doubts, but contempt.

   "I don't know how to bowl. It's not normal. Bowling, as the name suggests, is played by middle-aged and elderly people. A young guy like me..."

   Halfway through Ye Xian's speech, Bo Tingshen turned to look at her, and she changed the subject, "I don't think it's because I'm stupid!" Pooh, domineering ghost, it's obviously because he's old! Only old people play bowling!

  Arrived at the bowling alley, the waiter came over with two hard rubber balls.

   Bowling is easy to say, but difficult to say.

  The simplicity lies in the fact that it does not require much physical effort, and there are no complicated operations. You only need to gently throw the rubber ball onto the fairway and hit the pins.

The difficulty lies in its way of holding the ball, throwing posture, and the calculation of the speed of the ball by the brain. Throwing is very simple. Whether the ball can go to the end along the fairway, and how many **** can be knocked down at the end speed is hard to say. So compared to other ball games, it is not so much a physical exercise as a mental exercise.

   "Mr. Bo."

  The waiter handed the rubber ball to Bo Tingshen.

  Ye Xian stepped back slightly to observe him throwing the ball.

  The man holds the ball in his right hand, inserts his thumb into the ball hole, inserts his **** and ring finger into the second joint respectively, holds the ball in his palm to his chest, holds the ball slightly straight, concentrates, and then sends the ball lightly.

  The posture is quite handsome, but how many catties are there...

   "Boom—"

  The rubber ball went straight along the fairway all the way to the end, and there was a crisp sound. None of the 10 pins hit were spared, and all of them fell to the ground.

   "哗啦啦~"

  A dozen waiters applauded and cheered like sycophants in the arena.

  Ye Xian: "..." My face hurts so much today.

  The waiter returned the pin and handed him another rubber ball.

  Bo Tingshen turned his face and threw it to her, Ye Xian was startled, but barely caught it, "What's wrong, President?"

   "Come and try."

   "No, I won't~"

  Bo Tingshen motioned towards the point of the ball, "You can't?"

You can not? !

  How can a man be said no!

  In his heart, she was already a weak chicken, just playing simple bowling, but she must not be looked down upon!

  Ye Xian: "Of course I can!"

She took the ball the way he held it just now, stood in front of the violation line, and looked at the pins more than ten meters away. There are so many, she should be able to fall one or two. It's embarrassing to go the route...

  (end of this chapter)