My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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In a flash, Shangguan Ning can even imagine how handsome he is on the court. It is estimated that Zhao An'an really did not exaggerate. At that time, there must be many crazy girls to pursue him.

Zhao Anan shouted happily while waving his hands: "Brother, we are here, hurry up!" She grew up with Jing Yichen, and she has already had an extraordinary immunity to his handsome and handsome.

The opposite Jing Yichen frowned, but could his cousin be stupid again!

The two of them were on the full field. They were not more than two hundred meters apart. His eyes were not blind. She shouted so loudly, for fear that the people who had just been blown away by him would not notice him!

But what he thought in his heart, he didn't show it at all, and it was still cold.

Jing Yichen gradually approached, and two slender tall figures, one white and one black, gradually became clear in his sight.

The black shirt was not uniform, there were a lot of ball marks on the clothes, the trouser legs were pulled up a large length, the sleeves were almost rolled to the shoulders, the sweat was sweaty, and the hair ends of the short hair were even dripping wet, embarrassed.

White long hair is simply tied behind the head, the lines are not messy, the white sportswear is spotless, there are no trouser legs or sleeves, the cheeks are red, and there is a little sweat on the face, but it is not embarrassing. Instead, it has an amazing beauty after exercise.

Jing Yichen also felt slim and tall, but the visual effects were a bit poor.

Perhaps it was Zhao An'an, a cousin who grew up together. He did not speak as coldly as before. Although his tone was weak, he was a little gentle: "Hello, Miss Shangguan."

"Hello, Zhao..."

Before Shangguanning greeted him, he heard Zhao Anan beside him shouting, "Oh, your clothes look like a couple!"

Shangguan froze for a moment, looked down at himself and then looked at Jing Yichen in the same white clothes, and found that the clothes of the two of them were indeed a bit similar, but the sportswear was basically the same, and it was normal for the two to hit the shirt.

She smiled slightly, but didn't speak. It was inappropriate to say anything at this moment.

Jing Yichen's expression was calmer, his expression did not change a little, as if he had not heard anything.

Zhao An'an didn't see the expected embarrassment of the two people, and even the two people tacitly ignored her, and suddenly felt that he was abandoned by the world.

"An An, don't you want to play?" Jing Yichen's voice was low and full of magnetism, so nice that it was easy for people to ignore the coldness of his tone involuntarily.

"Oh, that's right!" Zhao Anan jumped up suddenly, and quickly passed his tennis racket with the hands of the dog legs.

This is the current top priority for Zhao An'an. She was bullied by Shangguan Ning. She can't wait for someone to come and clean her up.

Jing Yichen looked at her watery dirty racquet, wrinkled her beautiful brows in an undetectable wrinkle, and after a while pulled out a veil from her pocket to wrap the racket handle, wiped it twice before holding the racquet carefully .

Zhao An'an didn't even notice his cousin's disdain, so he leaned in front of him and whispered: "Brother, don't let the water go later, this girl looks beautiful and gentle, in fact, it can be ruthless." See Jing Yichen With a cold look, he quickly hurriedly explained, "That... I don't doubt your level, I'm afraid you will lose money."

She didn't remind Jing Yichen that she had seen it for a long time. Zhao An'an had a lot of ball marks on her body, and Shangguan Ning's white sportswear was spotless, indicating that no ball fell on her. This is not what the ordinary level can do.

He warmed up slightly, and then signaled that Shangguan Ning with the ball started.

The expert knew whether it was there or not, and Jing Yichen took a tempo to stop there, and immediately made people feel different.

He is very professional in terms of standing position and taking a tempo.

Shangguan Ning couldn't help but get serious.

Serve, catch, and return. After a few rounds, the two quickly moved from jerky to tacit understanding, and then each began to exert their strength and fight seriously.

In the first ball, Jing Yichen lost because of a small mistake.

In the second ball, Jing Yichen lost because of slow motion.

In the third ball, Jing Yichen was defeated because of Zhao Anan's yelling.

Although Zhao An'an can't play, her ability to see the ball is still there. Obviously, her brother's strength is slightly inferior.

"Oh, brother, come here and pick it up!"

"Brother, go a little further, quickly!"

"Brother, you have to jump to get the ball!"

"brother……"

Jing Yichen couldn't wait to shoot Zhao An'an down to the ground.

His fierce eyes flew over, scaring Zhao Anan shrunk, but then he stuck his neck in a dead and alive and shouted: "You are not as good as people and don't let me say, I am not worried about you! Your previous level It’s not like that, is it because they look pretty and keep their hands!"

Shangguan Ning Renjun couldn't help but smiled with his mouth pursed.

Zhao An'an deserves to be her good friend and successfully became her brother's pig teammate.

"Shut up, and then I will let people throw you out." Jing Yichen's expression was still faint, and he was not embarrassed because he lost the ball. Instead, Zhao An'an's words made his forehead green.

Zhao Anan shrank again, and she knew that Jing Yichen would definitely do it.

She looked around and found that Ahu was not nearby, quietly relieved.

Ah Hu's stupid man, Jing Yichen asked him to do whatever he wanted. She didn't want to be thrown out by that stupid big man, it was too shameful.

Although Jing Yichen has been losing, he is in a good mood.

Ten years ago he could undoubtedly win Guan Ning, but now obviously not. He hasn't played tennis for too long.

It's just that men and women have great differences in physical strength and body structure. Even if he hasn't played for a long time, he shouldn't lose badly. The current situation can only show that the level of Shangguan Ning far exceeds the average person.

She hits the ball very powerfully, very fast and explosively, which is very inconsistent with her thin appearance, and has a standard posture, flexible footwork, and always has the right strength. The front and back shots are easy to use, and the body's balance and flexibility are extremely good. good.

Obviously, she has not only received strict professional training, but also has been insisting on playing, so the state is maintained very well.

Losing to such a woman is not a shame.

He was interrupted by Zhao An'an for a while, but Jing Yichen and Shangguan Ning continued to fight again soon. Because they all look forward to their opponents.

The better the two play, the better Shangguan Ning will lose. But most of the time she still wins.

After playing for nearly two hours, Shangguan Ning finally became weak.

"Don't fight, rest for a while." She gasped and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She just wanted to get a tissue in her bag, and a white handkerchief suddenly passed over.