Pei Yunqing was having fun downstairs, and Tang Moshen's voice was already coming from the balcony.

"Go upstairs!"

She returned to the master bedroom with her bow and arrows, still praising it.

"This bow feels so good, and the weight is also very light, which is much easier to use than the Arrow Hall!"

All-carbon bow blades, carbon aluminum arrows......

All the materials are top in the industry and of course easy to use.

Tang Moshen calmly took the bow in her hand and handed her the card with her name and phone number written on it.

"Coach I have already helped you get in touch, this is the other party's phone number, you can call him whenever you are free."

Pei Yun took the card lightly, and when he saw the name on it, his eyes widened.

Li Songlan?

"Olympic champion Li Songlan?"

"He's the coach of the national team now, and you can go directly to the practice center of the national team......"

Before Tang Moshen finished speaking, Pei Yunqing had already pounced and hugged his neck excitedly.

"Uncle, I love you to death, Li Songlan is my idol, I worshiped him when I was in elementary school!"

originally thought that he would help her find a coach, but he didn't expect to find an Olympic champion for her to come back, this result was really unexpected by Pei Yunqing.

I remember when she was in elementary school, she watched Li Songlan's game, when he was left behind by the other party by the gap of three rings, tied in the penultimate arrow, and overtook in the last arrow.

For her as a child, such a character can be called a hero.

Raising his arm to support her body, the man asked in a low voice.

"What?"

"Li Songlan is my idol!"

"The first half of the sentence."

"I love ......" Halfway through speaking, she suddenly stopped, squinted her eyes, and met him, "Uncle, you really didn't hear clearly?" ”

"Nope."

She tilted her head and smiled evilly.

"Come less!"

"Say it again."

"Good words are not repeated!"

Placing the bow on the table, he carried him to the bed, where he bent down and laid her flat on the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

Pei Yunqing did not mean to show weakness at all.

She didn't believe it!

She is injured now, and he is still willing to bully her?

Tang Moshen bent down and approached her eyes.

Looking at each other, the evil smile on her face gradually became nervous.

"Uncle?!"

Raising his palm, he gently stroked his face, the man's lips had fallen and covered hers.

Rubbing the corners of her lips gently, he kissed her lips carefully......

The kiss is slow and serious, but it is like enjoying a delicious fish.

She thought he would go deeper, but he let go of her lips.

Kiss her lightly on the chin, then lower her head and bury her face in her chest.

……

A man's kiss, a rare tenderness, reveals a lingering lingering that makes people sink.

Little by little, set her on fire.

"Uncle—"

Her breathing was heavy, calling him softly, reaching out to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it to her side.

He was still not in a hurry, like a general who had already won the battle, manipulating her emotions.

Hide, nowhere to hide.

Hide, nowhere to hide.

……

She couldn't hold on and surrendered voluntarily.

"Uncle, I was wrong...... I was wrong...... Uncle ......"

Raising his face and meeting her eyes, Tang Mo bit her lip punitively.

"Don't worship other men!"

The object of worship in elementary school, he also has to be jealous?

Pei Yun smiled lightly, but he didn't dare to provoke again.

"Don't worship...... I don't worship anyone but my uncle!"

Wheezing, moistening her parched lips, she spoke pitifully.

"Uncle, let me go today, okay?"