If Jiang Wanwan was not afraid of death, she really wanted to beat him up.

But facing a God-like opponent, she could only laugh dryly: "This material needs to be washed, and the more you wash it, the softer it becomes."

Yan Jingyao cheered beside him: "Miss Jiang, you really have the potential of a snail girl. No wonder Mr. He didn't want to save your life and had a plywood for two weeks."

Jiang Wanwan looked at He Shengting in surprise, "That time, were you injured?"

He did not show any abnormality at that time, and thought it was nothing serious.

He Shengting said disapprovingly: "The small matter is ready."

Jiang Wanwan's face was full of guilt and glanced at his arm: "That hand?"

Yan Jingyao replied for him: "Right hand, how could he have a bad word in those two weeks? Even the documents are signed with the left hand."

He Shengting glanced over and warned him to stop at the right time.

Jiang Wanwan asked helplessly: "Will there be any sequelae?"

He Shengting raised his sword eyebrows slightly: "So what if there are sequelae? Are you going to replace my right hand?"

As he said that, he bent down, his thin lips approaching her ear, and his voice was hoarse and evil: "After all, right hand is also very important to men."

Although Jiang Wanwan has no boyfriend, it does not mean that she does not understand human affairs. Her cheeks suddenly become hot, and she doesn't know where to put her eyes.

He Shengting had no resistance to her frightened expression, and couldn't help but reach out and gently pull her ears.

Her ears were Jiang Wanwan's sensitive part. She jumped away two steps and avoided his hand. She almost fell down.

He Shengting's eyes were filled with smiles, and it was about to overflow.

When playing polo, there will naturally be no only He Shengting and Yan Jingyao.

There were also five or six young men, all wearing riding outfits and erect in their heroic posture.

Judging from words and deeds, you know that it is not an ordinary class.

"Young Master Yan, did you bring this beauty?" Someone looked at Jiang Wanwan curiously.

Everyone's eyes were all bright. The young woman in front of her was wearing a base black sweater, white straight-leg pants, and a camel coat on the outside. Her simple outfit also showed a bright color because of her beautiful facial features.

Her skin was bright and healthy and fair, and her cherry lips were also raised when they didn't smile. This made her look particularly delicate and could not tell her actual age.

In their circle, it is easy to get a beauty, but it will get tired of it if it is too much. But she is very pleasing and makes the boring and boring winter also radiant that makes the heartstrings.

Yan Jingyao saw He Shengting's careless look and was frightened, and quickly left it clear, "I didn't bring anyone, it's his family."

As he said that, he pointed in the direction of He Shengting.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the latter's eyes and narrowed slightly, thinking that he would deny this identification. Before embarrassing her, Jiang Wanwan took the lead in speaking: "Mr. Yan is joking, Mr. He and I have only met a few times. You joke, don't you have to go around when I see Mr. He in the future?"

A sneer overflowed from He Shengting's thin lips, "Which path is it? I have no other hobbies, but I like to block other people's paths."

Jiang Wanwan's smile on the corner of her mouth became dryer, "Is this a cold joke?"

"If you can still laugh."

Jiang Wanwan smiled and looked directly at him with her shimmering eyes.

The people present all secretly praised the courage in their hearts. She was the only one who dared to look at He Shengting so straight.

Besides, He Shengting, who was not wearing glasses and had a particularly sharp look.

"So, Mr. He is actually not familiar with this lady?" One of the men looked at Jiang Wanwan with interest.

He Shengting lifted the polo stick and pressed it against his chest.

The jawline is stern and not like a joke at all.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

"Mr. He, don't be angry, I just said it casually. I don't want to be targeted by you. I have made a bet on this game today." The man raised his hand and made a surrender move, laughing with him. He knew that He Shengting was not easy to mess with, so he talked to himself and set a way for him.

He Shengting put the polo stick down and leaned on the ground, "You can still withdraw the bet while it hasn't started now."

The man secretly complained in his heart. It was not enough to be low and small, but He Shengting is really here.

Atletico Polo is a four-man and four-horse battle, and the others will prepare first. The surroundings will be quiet, leaving only He Shengting and Jiang Wanwan.

The white horse swayed its tail leisurely, and from time to time looked up at the men and women beside it.

He got angry on WeChat that day, and it was obvious that he was the one who followed me and prospered me and died. When he met again, Jiang Wanwan still felt upset.

The air was filled with tension and embarrassment. Jiang Wanwan took a deep breath before speaking: "This horse is quite energetic, what's its name?"

He Shengting's eyes lingered on her face, as if he was about to see a flower from her face.

Jiang Wanwan was wondering, and he suddenly opened his golden mouth: "Butterfly."

She thought she had heard it wrong, "What?"

He Shengting repeated it.

Jiang Wanwan was speechless for a while, "This name is really... appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

He Shengting looked at her deeply, "The person who named him is not very smart."

Although my tone was disgusting, I listened carefully and showed a hint of intimacy.

Jiang Wanwan guessed that it was probably one of his confidantes.

Thinking of this, my interest in this horse became unrestrained.

Jiang Wanwan turned his head and saw Yan Jingyao and the others ready to go.

"They are here." Jiang Wanwan reminded.

He Shengting took off the scarf and threw it to her, "Hold it."

He turned over and made a horse, and his movements were neat and neat, and he did it in one go.

The butterfly took two steps on the spot, and He Shengting grabbed the reins and looked down at her: "They have placed a bet, and the lottery will be very good later."

"Is that true?" Jiang Wanwan expressed interest, but felt that it had nothing to do with her.

"If I'm in a good mood, I can give it to you all." His tone was faint, but his eyes were filled with the spirit of determination.

This is interesting. Jiang Wanwan couldn't help asking: "Why don't Mr. He feel like now?"

He Shengting did not answer, raised the corners of his lips, and the starlight in his eyes shone brightly. With a clamp on his horse's belly, the butterfly received the order, and he raised his horse's hooves forward like a general charging into battle.

In front of Jiang Wanwan passing by, He Shengting leaned his body, but his legs were steadily hanging on the stirrups, and his lips brushed lightly across her cheeks.

When Jiang Wanwan realized, he had already galloped towards the field. It seemed that he had kissed her face just now, and there was a wet breeze.

Jiang Wanwan stared at his tall back in a daze, and Dada's horse hooves rang in her heart.

Jiang Wanwan didn't know much about the rules of polo, and only knew that the game was very fierce.

He Shengting is indeed as Yan Jingyao said, and the horse control technology is excellent. The horse is as good as a certain program. As long as He Shengting moves, it can be accurate.

The horses neighed and the figures flashed. The competitors could only be identified by the color of the helmet.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes were unconsciously locked on the butterfly. It leaps and jumps, and can always cleverly avoid the attacks that face it.

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Chapter completed!