Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Seeing that Zhao Qichen had spoken, everyone quickly stood up and raised the glasses in front of them. Lin Qiuran looked at the red wine in front of him, but luckily there was a glass of juice beside him.

Everyone toasted, and the sound of collisions continued one after another. Lin Qiuran looked at the group of people and smiled knowingly, and followed Zhao Qichen's words.

"Have!"

"You must win the championship! It's not just the DS who played the shit, but other teams as well!"

"Correct!"

A group of people chattered and chattered all night in the private room. Lin Qiuran browsed the forum, and as expected, they were all discussing today's semi-finals.

The first post caught her attention.

What do you think of Xiao Yu's sneak attack on Sunshine?
This post was very popular, it was refreshed several times and it was always on the headlines, so Lin Qiuran clicked in.

"I knelt down and pulled SOD to kneel together, I have no affection for this Xiao Yu."

"It is reasonable to suspect that he was sent by DS. He would rather leave the team and help him win the championship."

"Sunshine is suffering, and I was originally a stable champion."

"But this also allows me to see how much the SOD without sunshine..."

"The atmosphere in the SOD team is very good, don't start a fight."

"The last part of Sunshine's interview was really heart-wrenching. The handsome guy won my heart."

"Little rain doesn't have to wash this time, Mars will be cold sooner or later, and DS can't rely on luck every time."

"What depends on luck? Our DS also relies on strength, okay, shut your eyes and black?"

The forum was torn into a mess, Lin Qiuran flipped through two posts, and locked the phone when he found it meaningless.

Looking up again, the horse monkey obviously drank a little too much, his face was a little red, and he dragged Xiaopang to chatter endlessly.

Mao Yu and Lao Lang hadn't had a few sips, and they were discussing something with Wen Zhouxing at this time.

Zhao Qichen sat silently on the sofa in the private room, although he was holding the phone in his hand, the screen was black.

Without hesitation, Lin Qiuran walked over in two or three steps, sat in the empty seat next to him, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Why don't you play with everyone? Sit here in a daze."

Zhao Qichen glanced at her, sighed, and leaned his body on her shoulder.

"The day after tomorrow is the qualifier for the solo volleyball match. I was thinking, what level am I if I leave the team?"

Lin Qiuran couldn't answer him this question, he didn't know much about games, and now she felt numb in her heart, so she just raised her hand and patted his back.

"Do your best and obey the fate, do you want me to teach you?"

Zhao Qichen raised his head and cast a glance at her, and stopped talking.

Lin Qiuran looked down at his expression, with a tall nose bridge and long eyes closed together at the moment, trembling slightly, she couldn't help but hugged his shoulder.

"However, my man must be the most powerful, I firmly believe that."

Zhao Qichen listened to her jokes, his eyes were still closed, but he couldn't help but smile.

Everyone at the dining table saw the two of them leaning together again, clicked their tongues, and turned their heads away.

The consequence of being presumptuous the night before was that today a few people slept until noon.

Zhao Qichen was stunned when he saw Lin Qiuran coming out of the room.

"Why didn't you go to work today? I thought you were going to be busy again."

Lin Qiuran thought about the text message from Su Xinrui he received this morning, smiled and said, "I'm leaving after dinner, do you really want me to go?"

Zhao Qichen grinned, grabbed her shoulders and went downstairs, while others came out one after another.

The horse monkey sat on the dining table in a daze with a chicken nest on his head, and the chubby was busy teasing what he said last night.

Wen Zhouxing was very sober, looked at a few people, and decisively skipped Zhao Qichen and Lin Qiuran who were tired of being together.

"Where's Old Wolf and Maoyu?"

Aunt Chu brought up the soup, and said helplessly, "I'm going to get into the practice room now, but they'll eat first, so don't worry about it."

Wen Zhouxing nodded, looked at the lights reflected in the training room, then looked at Zhao Qichen with an indifferent expression, and raised his eyebrows.

Maoyu and Laolang seem to be eager to prove themselves, and he has also seen the comments on the Internet. Many people always feel that SOD without sunshine is not worth mentioning.

They must have seen it too, so this single volleyball match was very fancy for the two, and he was the coach who saw it most clearly in overtime training every day.

On the other hand, Zhao Qichen, at the moment of the competition, still has time to have sex, and he doesn't know if he really has such confidence in himself, or if he doesn't care about this competition at all.

"Eat quickly, after training, go to bed early today, and there is a game tomorrow."

The people at the table were stunned by Wen Zhouxing's unfounded words, and they all began to lower their heads and concentrate on eating.

Sometimes, his words as a coach are still very useful.

After eating, Lin Qiuran packed up her things and prepared to leave. After Zhao Qichen stood at the stairs and watched her off, she entered the training room.

Sure enough, there were four people sitting in front of the machine, and Wen Zhouxing sat on the sofa behind, recording the mistakes of several people from time to time.

Zhao Qichen exhaled, sat down and started the game, twisted his neck with his fingers.

After the game was updated, the attributes of some guns changed. Zhao Qichen was holding an AKM. This gun was famous for its strong recoil but high damage. However, Zhao Qichen was unwilling to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

There was a sound of rifle strikes in the earphones, and the bullet holes all landed in one place.

Zhao Qichen smiled slightly, exhaled, and opened a single row.

The old wolf next to him watched his operation in a daze, and twirled his index fingers from time to time.

And all of this was seen by Wen Zhouxing.

Su Xinrui asked Lin Qiuran to meet at a coffee shop. When she arrived, Su Xinrui was already waiting. The other party was wearing a steady light gray suit today, and when she saw her, she just waved slightly.

Lin Qiuran sat down opposite her. Ever since she knew she was Zhao Qichen's mother, Lin Qiuran didn't know how to face her. Her former best friend is now her future mother-in-law. This feeling is really delicate.

Su Xinrui still remembered that she was pregnant, so she ordered a glass of watermelon juice. Lin Qiuran had just had a meal, and took two symbolic sips.

"Is there anything you can do for me? I remember that I said everything I should say yesterday."

Su Xinrui looked up at her, without saying a word, opened the bag, took out a check, and pushed it in front of her.

"Make a price, write it yourself, take the money and leave, I don't need to teach you."

Lin Qiuran almost vomited blood, if it wasn't for the fact that there were so many people frowning, she would really have laughed.

What kind of bloody drama is this?Give her a large sum of money to leave Zhao Qichen?But seeing Su Xinrui's serious expression, she didn't joke anymore.

Lin Qiuran didn't even look at the check, but said slowly, "Su Xinrui, do you think I'm a naive young girl? Or do you think I'm short of your money?"

Lin Qiuran said ruthlessly, Su Xinrui couldn't help frowning when she heard it.