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"In?!" Chen Zihan looked into the distance in disbelief.

Ling Zifeng lowered his head and kissed Chen Zihan's forehead, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are very talented in golf, and you hit the hole the first time you hit it."

Chen Zihan turned his head to look at Ling Zifeng, and smiled happily: "It should be said that you teach well!"

"Of course!" Ling Zifeng responded to Chen Zihan's compliment without any politeness.

Chen Zihan was amused by him, and smiled even brighter: "Your skin is getting thicker and thicker!"

Ling Zifeng touched his cheek with make-up, as if he was measuring the authenticity of Chen Zihan's words: "Well...it seems to be true! It is said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, it seems that this is true! "

Chen Zihan rolled his eyes at him, didn't take Ling Zifeng's ridicule to heart, instead grabbed his hand with great interest: "Keep teaching me, when I know how to fight, let's compete!"

Ling Zifeng took Chen Zihan's hand, put her hand on the club, and put her feet together into a suitable position with his feet, then said slowly: "Then when will it be, I think it's good now !"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Zifeng exerted all his strength, and the second ball flew out.

This time it flew farther than before, Chen Zihan raised his hand and looked into the distance for a while: "Did you see the hole?"

Ling Zifeng shook his head, turned around and waved at the picker in the distance, the picker nodded and ran towards the distance.

Not long after, he came to the landing point of the ball and waved to Ling Zifeng.

"Looks like it didn't go in?" Chen Zihan looked away from a distance, a little frustrated, "Did you use too much force?"

However, Ling Zifeng was not depressed because the ball was missing. Instead, he curled his lips, looked at Chen Zihan and said with a smile: "It's not your problem, it's the wrong cue!"

"Cue?" Chen Zihan frowned in confusion, Ling Zifeng looked at her quietly, and she suddenly realized, "Indeed... it's the cue, let's change it!"

"You are very good!" Ling Zifeng hugged her shoulder approvingly.

"Of course!" Chen Zihan smiled confidently, and took the lead to walk to the rest area where the players were picked.

Seeing someone approaching, all the staff who were sitting in the chairs stood up and looked at them with a smile.

Chen Zihan glanced roughly, but didn't see who was arranged by Ling Zifeng, so he stood there and waited for Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng walked over and didn't look at the staff, but threw the club aside like trash, and said dissatisfiedly: "Your clubs are getting worse and worse, both the feel and the strength of swinging have dropped a lot."

Seeing Ling Zifeng's gloomy face, the staff glanced at each other, and then looked at a man in glasses wearing a white jersey standing at the farthest side.

The man with glasses adjusted his frame, walked up to Ling Zifeng with a smile, and nodded apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, how about I help you get a new club?"

Ling Zifeng didn't even look at the man with glasses, but continued to babble dissatisfiedly: "The quality has dropped too badly. It was originally imported from Germany, but now it's actually made in Japan. Where did your manager go? Why did you take such a bad cue? Give me?"

As soon as the man with glasses heard Ling Zifeng's tone, he knew that Ling Zifeng was deliberately finding fault. He glanced at a girl wearing a ball cap next to him.

The girl immediately understood, she walked towards Ling Zifeng with a smile, and smiled sweetly at Ling Zifeng: "It turns out that Mr. is an expert in golf, which is really admirable!"

The girl's voice was very gentle, as mellow as an oriole, and it was very comfortable to hear, no matter how angry she was, her soft words would dissipate her.

Chen Zihan looked at the girl calmly. When the girl saw Ling Zifeng, she didn't show admiration or any other warm eyes, but a kind of respect from a subordinate to a superior.

It seems that this flimsy looking soft girl is Ling Zifeng Ancha's eyeliner here.

Ling Zifeng pretended to be attracted by the girl's voice, and turned to look at the girl.

The girl was just standing on the edge of the shadow, the sun shone down and shone on the brim of her hat, adding warmth to her sweetness, making people dazzled.

Ling Zifeng looked her up and down for a long time with scrutinizing eyes, pretending to be condescending and at the same time stern.

"Since you said so, then help me change a cue!" Ling Zifeng kicked the cue that was left aside in front of the girl.

The girl was not angry because of Ling Zifeng's actions, but smiled sweetly, and picked up the club from the ground with a slight bend: "Okay sir, I'll help you change it right away, just wait a moment!"

The gentle and tender words coupled with the incomparably sweet smile are very lethal, even people who are playing golf standing in the distance can't help but take a look here.

Chen Zihan raised his eyebrows at Ling Zifeng, stretched out his hand and twisted his arm forcefully, and said in a low voice, "It seems that you have a good sense of pickiness!"

"Are you jealous?" Ling Zifeng covered his blue arm with a smile.

"A little bit!" Chen Zihan answered honestly.

Ling Zifeng put his arms around Chen Zihan's small waist, kissed her face in public, and said close to her ear: "It can make you jealous, it seems that her ability is getting better and better, yes, you can get a salary increase Already!"

Chen Zihan suddenly rolled his eyes at Ling Zifeng, and punched Ling Zifeng hard in the stomach with his elbow.

Ling Zifeng covered his stomach exaggeratedly, and kept begging for mercy.

The place where Chen Zihan and Ling Zifeng were standing was downwind, and the two of them spoke very softly, the staff standing upwind couldn't hear clearly, and only saw the two of them arguing, they thought Chen Zihan was angry and Ling Zifeng kept staring at the girl, so he followed laughed.

Not long after, the girl came out with an oversized club.

She handed the cue to Ling Zifeng, and Ling Zifeng shook the girl's hand intentionally or unintentionally. The girl smiled sweetly and winked at him shyly.

Chen Zihan snatched the club with a gloomy face, and said coldly, "Do you still want to play?"

"Hit, hit, of course!" Ling Zifeng smiled and hugged Chen Zihan and walked away. At the same time, he didn't forget to look back at the girl, who showed a sweet smile to Ling Zifeng again.

The staff standing next to the girl all looked at Ling Zifeng's back with contempt, and many people looked at Chen Zihan's back mockingly.

Chen Zihan twisted Ling Zifeng's waist forcefully: "When you've seen enough, do something!"

Ling Zifeng smiled and flicked Chen Zihan's forehead with his fingers: "You have to do a full set of acting, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted!"

Chen Zihan pursed his lips: "You are just making excuses for yourself to see beautiful girls!"

"I can see the most beautiful people every day when I wake up, and I will go to other flowers and plants? Your mind is getting smaller and smaller..." Ling Zifeng leaned into Chen Zihan's ear and whispered, "It seems that more and more Care about me!"

Chen Zihan pinched Ling Zifeng's chin, and pushed his face aside: "Don't be so prettier, hurry up and get the news out!"