But the reality is that Fang Muran was still in a daze, and he was hit in the head by a ball hit by Leng Bingxin.

"Mr. Fang, what are you thinking? Would you like to have a fight with me? There was a shallow evil smile on the lips of the cold heart.

"Okay!" Although Fang Muran was a little disappointed, it would be good to have a romantic date next time. He had already planned to take her to the revolving restaurant next time for a candlelit dinner for two.

"Then I'm serving!"

Fang Muran was fortunately dressed more casually today, he moved his muscles and bones, squatted down slightly, and prepared to catch the ball: "Okay!" ”

Leng Bingxin made a beautiful jump, and the ball flew in a parabola in the air towards Fang Muran's side, thinking that he would be able to catch it, but he didn't expect it to fly to the side.

"It seems that Mr. Fang is not very good at tennis!"

It's not that Fang Muran is not good at it, it's that Leng Bingxin is too good at it. He's quite confident in his athleticism, and of course he does in tennis, but he's not at the level of a cold heart.

Leng Bingxin began to get into tennis when he was in middle school. Badminton and table tennis require opponents, while tennis can be practiced alone against the wall, which is perfect for her who likes to be alone. And in this way, she can vent her emotions, and she hides everything in her heart, and she just uses tennis practice to relieve stress. Later, her ball got better and better, and many people became her subordinates, Shen Mofei was one of them, shouting to fight Leng Bingxin, Leng Bingxin agreed, and then he was beaten by the tennis ball sent by Leng Bingxin and his nose was crooked, which was miserable. That's right! Leng Bingxin deliberately abused him, deliberately hit him in the face, and came to her to play tennis, which was simply sent to death. Depending on the situation, Fang Muran today is also very dangerous, Leng Bingxin is definitely not so kind, and he wants to date him.

Sure enough, when Fang Muran went to catch the ball, not only did he fail to catch it, but he also fell several times, his knee was rubbed and his skin was broken, and he donated blood.

Leng Bingxin shook his head and said with some disappointment: "I didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so weak, you are all injured, why don't you stop here today?" With that, she was about to pack her things and get ready to go home.

"Wait a minute! If I catch your ball, how about you eat with me? ”

Leng Bingxin looked at him condescendingly with his arms crossed, and readily agreed: "Okay! ”

Fang Muran gritted his teeth, endured the pain and stood up again, fighting for the dignity of a man and for the candlelight dinner.

This time, her ball hit directly on Fang Muran's injured knee just now, and he squatted down and covered his knee with a painful look.

"It seems that this meal should not be eaten." Leng Bingxin pretended to be sorry and said.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Leng Bingxin readily admitted: "Yes, I did it on purpose, this is a little lesson I taught you." Don't bother me again, or the next time the ball will not land on your knee. Leng Bingxin took the tennis ball and tossed it lightly in his hand a few times, and then threw it, and it landed right on the crotch of Fang Muran, who was sitting on the ground.

Fang Muran's whole body trembled, and he yelled at Leng Bingxin, who was already about to leave: "I'll come to you to fight when I'm done." ”

Leng Bingxin heard this sentence come from Shen Mofei's mouth, when he was beaten by Leng Bingxin all over the ground looking for teeth, he also shouted at her back, but he practiced well, but Leng Bingxin was unwilling to fight him.