Although he didn't say this clearly, everyone knew what he meant.
Using the winning or losing of snooker to fight against a love rival is also an indirect declaration of war.
It means that if he wins this game, Wen Zhan should quit completely and can no longer appear in front of Mu Wanqing, and he should start his pursuit openly.
Wen Zhan's heart was burning with anger, but there was still a slight smile on his face.
Glancing at the silent woman with deep and ambiguous eyes, he then looked at Zhou Yiru and said, "We are husband and wife for a hundred days. How much do you, an outsider, know about my relationship with her? Yes, we are divorced, but We also have two children. They are so young and cannot live without their mother. As long as the children need her, she has to go back immediately, even if it is late at night..."
The more Mu Wanqing listened, the more something was wrong. Her mind trembled, and she subconsciously said, "Wen Zhan!"
What he said was just a matter of telling others that the two of them were secretly having an affair.
Say it and let people live?
Seeing that she finally spoke, Wen Zhan took two steps towards her, touched the woman's hanging hand with one hand, and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't lose."
Mu Wanqing was angry and glared at him: "Who cares whether you lose or not. You have to compete and don't drag me into it."
She was not interested in this boring contest with women as bets, and was even very angry!
Wen Zhan smiled, ignored her cold face, and turned to look at Zhou Yiru: "Then let's get started."
In fact, Wen Zhan hasn't played snooker much for many years, and his hands are a bit raw.
But when he was young and frivolous, he was a master of snooker, and the gang of playboys playing upstairs couldn't beat him together.
Zhou Yiru was determined to win and made a "please" gesture.
Everyone else present looked like they were watching a good show, except Mu Wanqing, who had a gloomy face and secretly hated Wen Zhan in her heart.
It's rare to come out and relax, but he can be found by him and come to provoke me. It's really haunting and annoying!
After the kick-off, Zhou Yiru took the lead with ease and gracefully. Wen Zhan fell behind temporarily. After all, he hadn't played for a long time and was still looking for a feeling.
In the first game, he lost.
Zhou Yiru had a smile on his face, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart.
They are all smart people, and they can tell just by looking at how much the other person weighs.
He could tell from the next few shots that Wen Zhan was slowly getting the feeling.
At the beginning of the second game, Wen Zhan was temporarily behind in score, but quickly tied it and finally won by a narrow margin.
"Two out of three games, the final game will determine the outcome." Wen Zhan wiped his club and deliberately walked to Mu Wanqing, looked at her deeply, and asked jokingly, "Who do you think... it will be? win?"
Mu Wanqing did not answer, but gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice: "You come out to play, where is the baby?"
"In the old house, there are a lot of people waiting on you, don't worry."
"..." Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes at him and looked away from him.
At the beginning of the third game, Zhou Yiru was concentrating and did not dare to be careless, but Wen Zhan became more and more relaxed, as if he was sure of victory.
Mu Wanqing was a layman and couldn't understand much. He only knew that there were fewer and fewer balls on the table.
Yu Qiao came to her side at some point and whispered: "Currently, Boss Zhou has a better chance of winning, but Boss Wen seems to be taking his time. I wonder if he has any big tricks up his sleeve."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhan suddenly straightened up, looked at Zhou Yiru with a half-smile on his face and said, "Why don't we all invite foreign aid for this shot? What do you think, Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Yiru looked surprised, obviously he didn't expect Wen Zhan to make such a move.
If you refuse, it will appear that you have no grace and cannot afford to lose.
But if you agree...
He turned his attention to the people present. He only had confidence in Yu Qiao's skills, so he nodded and said calmly: "Who does Mr. Wen want to ask for support?"
Wen Zhan smiled, rubbed the top of the club with his long and beautiful fingers slowly, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Zhou decides first."
Zhou Yiru was not polite, "Yu Qiao, help me hit a shot."
Yu Qiao's eyes widened, "Me? Are you not afraid that I will lose?"
"Won't."
Yu Qiao smiled awkwardly and looked at Mu Wanqing, who turned her around with his arm and said, "Go ahead."
Mu Wanqing didn't know how. She had no objection to Zhou Yiru not choosing her, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Yu Qiao stepped forward and took Zhou Yiru's shot. The two briefly exchanged opinions. Yu Qiao lowered his body and sent a shot cleanly.
pretty!
In the communication just now, Zhou Yiru wanted Yu Qiao to play snooker, but Yu Qiao was not sure.
But she didn't expect God to help her and let her do it!
Looking at the situation on the table, to be honest, Yu Qiao was in a bit of a dilemma.
If Wen Zhan cannot unlock this snooker, he will definitely be penalized for a mistake and foul. In this case, he will definitely lose!
Offending the famous Mr. Wen...
She felt a little scared.
When retracting the pole, Yu Qiao glanced in Wen Zhan's direction with a strong desire to survive, and then looked at Mu Wanqing.
Mu Wanqing didn't understand the rules, but she saw that Yu Qiao's face was cautious, and Zhou Yiru's eyebrows relaxed instantly, and she immediately understood that the following situation was not good for Wen Zhan.
She doesn't care who wins or loses.
If Wen Zhan lost, he would stop bothering her from now on, which would be considered a relief once and for all.
Sure enough, Gu Xinchen gloated: "Snooker! Ah Zhan, it's difficult to solve the ball. How about I help you?"
Mu Wanqing also felt that Wen Zhan must find Mr. Gu as a foreign aid - after all, they were the two of them the most familiar among the people present.
But who knows, Wen Zhan completely ignored his good brother and raised his strong and sexy chin towards Mu Wanqing, "Come here."
Mu Wanqing was stunned, "Who?"
"You." The man frowned, "Deaf or blind? Come here quickly."
Mu Wanqing understood and immediately said: "I can't fight!"
Wen Zhan didn't care whether she knew it or not. When he saw her whining, he simply reached out to grab her and pulled her into his arms.
Mu Wanqing was pulled into his arms and staggered. Huo Dadi gave him an elbow: "You are sick!"
Wen Zhan smiled instead of being angry. Seeing the angry and charming light in the corners of her eyes when she was squinting at others, an impulse to kiss her surged through his heart.
"Here, help me fight."
"I told you I wouldn't."
"I teach you."
"Not learn!"
As a novice, it was difficult for her to hit the ball straight into the hole, and she was asked to solve such a difficult snooker game.
When Wen Zhan saw that she was not cooperating, he had no choice but to provoke him: "If I lose, according to the bet set by Mr. Zhou, I will not be able to 'harass' you in the future. Now the decision is in your hands."
He deliberately emphasized the word "harassment" with a strong sense of self-deprecation.
Mu Wanqing was moved.
She glanced at the man sideways again, "Are you true to your word?"
Wen Zhan shrugged his shoulders slightly, and he sounded like a yuppie: "There are so many people here. It's the New Year. Lying will affect the fortune for the whole year."
"..." Mu Wanqing secretly gritted her teeth, thinking that this shot was a good deal.
With her skills that even a three-legged cat can't reach, she will definitely lose!
"Okay, then I'll fight."
She took the club from Wen Zhan and held it to the position where his hand had just held it. She could still feel the remaining warmth on it.
The warmth traveled all the way up the palm of her hand, which made her a little uncomfortable, so she changed her hands and wiped it on her clothes.
Wen Zhan saw her actions and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"nothing……"
She gripped the pole again and lowered herself.
I originally thought that helping him hit the shot meant that this shot was entirely up to me.
Unexpectedly, she lowered her body one second, and the next second this person was close to her - not the kind of restrained and polite closeness, but a tight and completely ironed one that wrapped her whole body in his arms. kind.
