The domineering president meets her

The three of them got off the bus and stood still.

The caddie stood behind Wen Heng and explained quietly.

"Mr. Wen, the course has many sand dunes. It is worth noting that the unpredictable sea breeze will increase the difficulty of golfers' shots. It is especially worth mentioning that the 226-yard 5th short hole requires a long shot to cross the creek. The landing area is on a steep slope sloping to the right. Many world-class golfers have stumbled here."

"Okay, thank you." Wen Heng thanked him politely and came to Fu Shi: "Mr. Fu, you are in a good mood."

"Mr. Wen kicks off first."

Wen Heng stepped forward, adjusted his posture and stood firmly, then swung his hand holding the club. Everyone looked up and followed the arc of the ball. Unexpectedly, with a "wall bang", the ball fell on the grass by the creek, far away from the hole.

Wen Heng handed the club to the caddy, spread his hands towards Fu Shi and laughed.

"Boss Fu, it's your turn."

Fu Shi retracted his gaze, walked forward, and stood firmly, turning his hips and shifting his weight. With a clever raise of the wooden club in his hand, the ball flew in a parabola, and the swing of the club created waves of flying ball, which flew accurately towards the hole. Everyone exclaimed in praise and envy at the same time. At this moment, the world seemed to have stopped time, and he waited for the ball to fall steadily before gracefully putting away the club.

Following the caddies in the sightseeing car, when they saw Fu Shi hit the ball six inches from the hole, Wen Heng shouted happily: "What a beautiful birdie, Mr. Fu should get double the bet money."

Fu Shi then hit the ball lightly and it rolled directly into the hole.

"Another beautiful bogey shot." Wen Heng thought with admiration.

Fu Shi took off his white gloves and hat, and said calmly, "We invited Mr. Wen here today to talk neither business nor money."

"Mr. Fu's ball skills are superb, really impressive." Wen Heng stretched out his hand and saw his face clearly from a close distance. His elegant and cold temperament was still very attractive; the difference was that his hair was wet with sweat at this time, while the other party only had a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead.

No wonder the outside world regards him as an elite in the workplace and an unattainable hero in love.

Fu Shihui shook his hand: "Mutual."

The caddy stayed behind to accompany Wen Heng to continue putting, while Fu Shi and Ye Yiyun came and sat under the off-white parasol.

Ye Yiyun handed over the water: "You won, I thought you would tell him about the bet."

Fu Shi tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple rose and fell, his tight skin was covered with a layer of sweat, and the angry hormonal scent made people's blood boil.

He exhaled hot air from his mouth and screwed the cap on. "He is the championship champion. I beat him easily. Who do you think I am?"

Ye Yiyun continued to add fuel to the fire: "If it weren't for the sudden wind just now, your skills are a bit worse than his, I thought you would continue fighting."

Fu Shi glanced at him coldly and threw the water bottle at him. Ye Yun took it with both hands, and watched him walk away silently with his hands behind his back, feeling happy.

After that, they played a hole-in-the-hole match, and the two ended up in a tie, with neither of them able to beat the other.

At the golf course by the sea, in the evening, the setting sun is slightly intoxicating, the sun shines on the lawn, and there is a light and leisurely atmosphere; until the sun sets, the lights of the golf course are turned on.

It had been a long time since Wen Heng had played ball with anyone so thoroughly.

Mr. Fu is not only good at playing basketball, but also has amazing physical strength.

After several matches in a row, he felt his heartbeat speed up, but when he got close to Fu, he found that his breath was still calm. If he was on the field, he would be a really scary opponent.

"Bang~" With the last stroke, the ball missed the hole. Wen Heng took off his hat, his chest heaving rapidly and breathing slightly, he had already given it his all.

He didn't expect that he still lost to Fu Shi in the last shot.

At this time, Fu Shi approached and stretched out his hand first.

Wen Heng reached out and shook his hand back.

Fu Shi reminded her in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are indeed excellent, but just stay in your professional field. Don't think about my woman in the future."

Wen Heng paused for a moment, but he was not confused: "Who is Mr. Fu talking about?"

"You don't know?" At this moment, his voice was filled with a hint of oppression.

Wen Heng's face was wet with sweat, and he said frankly: "If you are talking about Miss Su, I'm sorry, I like her."

A dangerous and cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips: "Has she ever accepted you? You just said you like her?"

Wen Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "A gentleman loves a beautiful lady. As long as Miss Su gives me a chance, I can make her fall in love with me."

“Don’t overestimate your own abilities.

Women are different from jewelry. When I am in a good mood, you have the chance to see jewelry, but when I am in a bad mood, you don’t even have the chance to see it.

Besides, she is my woman, you'd better not think about it."

Wen Heng's face turned pale. It turned out that what happened last night was indeed a play arranged by him. He had become the clown in the play without even realizing it.

He clenched his fists unconsciously and tried to calm himself down. It took him a while before he spoke.

"Mr. Fu hasn't succeeded yet, has he? Let's see who has the last laugh."

"Oh? Really? The rules of the game have always been decided by the strong. I will wait for good news."

Wen Heng looked at Fu Shi's ambiguous words, and his heart tightened for no reason. "I'll accompany you to the end."

Ye Yiyu watched the two of them from afar. Although he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, his tense expressions showed that he was even more nervous than when he was performing surgery on a patient.

……

Ye Yiyun accompanied Fu Shi to change clothes. Leaning against the closet, he looked at the man in front of him who looked refreshed after taking a shower.

"What are you two whispering about? Your expressions don't look good."

Fu Shi didn't say anything.

Ye Yiyun caught a glimpse of the blood bubble on his palm. "Hiss~ Why are you working so hard? You're not waiting to win the gold medal."

"I didn't think you were interested in golf before. I haven't seen you play it many times a year. It's rare to meet a worthy opponent, right?"

Fu Shi paused as he was putting on his pants.

Then he took a long step and slowly adjusted his buttons: "He is still no match for me."

"You almost lost the last game." Ye Yiyun reminded desperately.

"You said it was almost there, but I won in the end."

Ye Yiyun couldn't stand his arrogance and pride, but he didn't know how to fight back.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he became excited: "I remember now, no wonder he looked familiar to me, it turns out he was the man who accompanied your woman for a while that day."

Fu Shi fastened the last button of his shirt and put on a thin dark grey windbreaker. He glanced at him coldly. Ye Yiyun shuddered and stood up straight immediately: "Where are you going?"

Seeing Fu Shi walking with a stinky face, Ye Yiyun followed closely behind him.

"Hey, you are such a jerk. You are having a brain twitch and not talking again."

"Hey, hey, hey, please say something!"

Fu Shi didn't even turn his head: "Didn't you say you wanted to drink?"

Ye Yiyun hurried to catch up. Why did he feel that Shishi was in a bad mood?

Who messed with him?

Who dares to mess with him?