The elevator door was closed again, and there were only two people left in the enclosed space. The girl leaned against the inner wall of the elevator on the side and quietly looked up at the man next to her.

He is very tall, with cold and white skin. His hands holding the phone are clearly and clearly divided. His fingers are slender, his wrist bones are slightly convex, and he can see light blue blood vessels. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at them from the side angle. His eyelashes were long and dense, and his lower eyelids were cast with shallow silhouettes.

Song Yu had not received a reply to the message from the group, but the first floor arrived in a blink of an eye.

He focused on the news on his phone and did not notice the gaze that was sniffing beside him.

The elevator door opened, Song Yu put away his cell phone, looked ahead, raised his foot and walked out first. The girl in the elevator slowed down and followed her out. Her pace paused a little, looked at his back for a few more times, pursing her pink lips tightly.

Most of the people who come to this club are rich children. She works here and has seen many men with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, but few are as gentle as him.

Sheng Yin put away his gaze and turned around and walked in the other direction. His companion Ding Xiao had just arrived, so he called her and the two girls walked towards the locker room together.

"I just saw you staring in one direction. What are you looking at?" Ding Xiao smiled teasingly, and he didn't forget to hit her shoulder while taking off his clothes.

Sheng Yin pursed her lower lip, took off the baseball cap on her head and put it in the locker, unable to help but recall the scene in the elevator. The man reached out to block the elevator door that was about to be closed, raised his eyes. When he first saw it, his eyes were filled with surprise and a faint smile, as if he was looking forward to seeing someone. Such affection was a look she had never seen before.

If someone is stared at by such dark, deep and gentle eyes, it will be difficult to stay calm even if it is only one second? Is this what Shengyin is like.

"I didn't see anything. I just met a very beautiful man in the elevator. I couldn't help but take a few more glances." Sheng Yin whispered, raising his hand to tie his long loose hair into a ponytail, took off his clothes, and put on the uniform work clothes in the club.

Ding Xiao stretched out his index finger and thumb, and made a gun gesture at her. His eyes were full of ambiguity. He raised his eyebrows and said in a long tone: "I understand--"

Sheng Yin was embarrassed by her eyes, so she took out the small mirror in the locker and looked at her makeup: "Don't talk about me anymore, please change your clothes quickly, you will be late."

Ding Xiao sighed while putting on his clothes: "The cousin of our club's boss is the president of Jiarui Entertainment. Everyone who comes here to play here is either rich or noble, and many handsome people are handsome. I heard from Minmin that recently, a group of handsome guys with long legs come to play basketball every once in a while, and they are in the basketball hall on the first floor. Last time she went to deliver water and towels, she was so excited that she jumped up and down. In addition to Mr. Yan of Jiarui Entertainment, Mr. Zhou of Senyuan Group, Mr. Zhao of Wanhui Department Store... so many young men."

After a pause, Ding Xiao's eyes shone and he said excitedly: "Oh yes, one night I got off work late and met Jiang Shiyan and Lu who came to play baseball. Two big stars, I almost screamed!"

These staff members are all professionally trained. Even if they see big stars, they cannot lose their composure, and they cannot rush over to disturb them, and do things that violate the employee rules such as signing and taking photos. They can only walk by calmly and calmly and treat them as ordinary customers.

"You don't know, Jiang Shiyan himself is more handsome than on TV..." Ding Xiao smiled while holding his clothes, his eyes full of yearning and obsession.

Sheng Yin absent-mindedly put the mirror back into the storage cabinet, sat on the long resting chair on one side, holding her cheeks and thinking. She didn't know what the man was named, but although she was wearing a simple sportswear, her temperament was obviously not an ordinary person at first glance, and maybe she was also a young master from a wealthy family.

Ding Xiao changed her clothes. When she tied her hair, she saw her eyes empty, and seemed to be dazed. She kicked her shoes with her toes: "Are you still thinking about that handsome guy? I tell you, we can just appreciate the men who come here to play, don't be foolish." She looked like Xizi holding her heart and frowned, "Oh, after all, we are not worthy."

Sheng Yin narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "What are you talking about?"

"Am I talking nonsense?" Ding Xiao pinched her red face and exposes her disguise in one sentence. "You look at your current appearance in the mirror. It's clear that the heart of spring is getting excited! Tell me quickly, what does that person look like?"

"Oh, don't joke anymore."

Sheng Yin waved her hand away, her face redder than before, as if she accidentally applied more blush.

After Song Yu came out of the elevator, he turned left and saw Yanbei, Zhao Yichen and Zhou Muyun chatting together. They had already changed their jerseys, all of which were red, and they looked like they were from the same team.

Song Yu glanced around and his expression was a little confused: "Where is the members of my team? None of them came?"

Yan Bei: "Wait a little longer, something happened to Gu Shaoning and he will arrive soon. Qi Zheng has arrived at the parking lot, and there is still that person, Chu Yuyang, who is on the road, too."

Song Yu found a seat to sit down, stuffed the bag with his jersey behind him, and held his cell phone in both hands and sent a series of messages to Meng Jianwan.

Song Yu: "Wanwan, you really don't come to me to play the game?"

Song Yu: "The peak showdown between Zhou Laosan and me is not to be missed."

Song Yu: "There is a barbecue dinner tonight. Why don't you come here now and let's go eat together after the end?"

Song Yu: "Wanwan?"

Song Yu: "Late?"

Song Yu: "Wife?"

Song Yu: "Wife?"

Zhao Yichen sat on Song Yu's left hand. Yu Guang noticed that since he sat down, he had never had both hands free and kept holding his cell phone to type.

At first he thought Song Yu was replying to work emails. After all, Song Yu was really busy. He studied abroad and had no involvement in his family's career. He only took over after returning to China last year. This is different from those who practiced with their own company from the day they went to school.

Zhao Yichen was about to ask a few questions, but his head was closer and suddenly saw the WeChat chat interface on his mobile phone screen. He had no habit of peeping at other people's privacy, but the two words "wife" connected in a row on the screen were too conspicuous, and it was indeed a bit difficult to not pay attention.

"Song Xiaoba, are you stingy?" Zhao Yichen leaned back with disgust.

Song Yu frowned, pressed the lock screen key very quickly, and glanced at him with his eyes slanted: "What's wrong with you? Are you still right to peek at my phone? I want to call me."

"Who wants to fight with you, childish." Zhao Yichen stared at her and was not willing to be outdone.

Yan Bei sat on the other side of Zhao Yichen, not sure why they suddenly started to pinch them up, curiously turned their heads and asked, "What shameful things are there in Xiaoba's phone? I'll listen to them if you say them."

Zhao Yichen choked: "Nothing."

Yan Bei sneered: "Then are you fussing about yarn?"

Zhao Yichen: "He was coaxing his wife in a mess, but the others ignored him." When he said this, he couldn't help but complain, "If Zhou Laosan hadn't insisted on calling Xiaoba over, I wouldn't have planned to call him. I don't like to play with married men the most, and they would always be married when they open their mouths and shut up."

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled.

Just at this moment, Song Yu's cell phone rang, and he glanced casually and saw the word "wife" on the lit screen.

He raised his cell phone and said coldly, "Can she pay attention to me?"

Song Yu clicked on the message to check, but found that Meng Jianwan had only replied to an emoticon. A snow-white dog was lying on the ground, with drooping eyelids and drowsy. There were three big words on his head - don't bother me.

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu turned off his cell phone, got up and went to the locker room to change clothes. It was inconvenient to bring his cell phone when playing basketball, so he threw the cell phone into the locker and squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

When they appeared again, there was a group of people in the basketball court. In addition to the young masters who had already made an appointment to play basketball together, there were also people who brought friends to watch, and there were people sitting in the two rows in front of the stands.

The sound of basketballs hitting the ground in the empty venue one after another, with echoes.

As soon as Song Yu approached, Zhou Muyun smashed a basketball from the air. Song Yu quickly raised his hand and grabbed it, put it beside him, slapped him while walking forward.

Zhou Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Get a few balls first to warm up and then the official game."

The club staff were thoughtful and learned in advance that a formal basketball game was about to start here. Not only did they bring in scoreboards, but they also invited professional referees.

Zhao Yichen leaned against the basketball stand and picked up a pair of passionate eyes to tease him: "Why don't there be a girl wearing a small vest and a small short skirt and holding a flower ball in her hand to act as a cheerleader?"

Hearing this, Yan Bei rolled his eyes: "You can fuck you even play a ball?"

Zhao Yichen raised an index finger and shook it in front of him. The three big words "You don't understand" were written on his face: "At this time, the look of women worshipping is equivalent to stimulant, do you understand?"

On the other side, Song Yu had already started to attack, slapped the basketball in his hand and approached the rebound. Zhou Muyun was guarding the ball under the rebound and blocked it from both sides. Song Yu had several moves.

Song Yu ran back suddenly, Zhou Muyun followed, and the others also joined the warm-up game, passing the ball, blocking the ball, jumping, and running. In a short while, the entire venue became lively.

This is just a warm-up, and it’s not time to get the real move.

The ball was passed to Gu Shaoning. As soon as he got the ball, he didn't think much about it and threw it straight to Song Yu. If the two of them didn't match in time, the ball would be empty. But just when Gu Shaoning didn't even say hello, Song Yu predicted by intuition that he would pass the ball to himself. So as soon as the ball flew over, he jumped and caught the ball, without even having time to breathe, and shot with his hand in a blink of an eye.

The basketball hit the rebound and made a clanging sound. When it rebounded, it hit the edge of the basket again, and turned for half a circle, and finally fell into the Nets.

A whistle and cheer broke out at the scene.

The first ball tonight was Song Yujin.

He put his hands on his hips and took a few steps back, tilted his head and smiled, his eyes were light, and his face was not as mature and steady as usual. At this moment, he was like a young boy who asked his friend to play basketball after school.

Zhou Muyun made a gesture to him and sang from half a venue: "I'm afraid you haven't played for too long and can't find your state, so I deliberately let you have a ball to regain your confidence. I won't show mercy later in the official game."

Song Yu was angry and laughed: "Third brother, is it difficult to admit that he is not as skilled as others?"

After resting for less than a minute, the ball grab began again.

After the warm-up exercise, several people were sweating a little. Song Yu pulled his collar and shook the wind. Chu Yuyang, who was also resting next to him, glanced at him inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered a new continent: "Damn it! Song Xiaoba, when did you tattoo on your back? Come here and let me see what non-mainstream pattern you wrote, I seem to see it as a word?"

He screamed, and Song Yu himself didn't react. Several people next to him rushed around to see him, and Gu Shaoning even pulled his collar.

The jersey is loose and the collar is V-shaped. When someone pulls it, the tattoo on the collarbone is fully visible, with three familiar and clear words engraved - Meng Jianwan.

Gu Shaoning opened his mouth and did not close it for a long time. Finally, he gave him a thumbs up: "You are amazing."

Zhao Yichen also came over to see: "When did you become literary? You usually wear a suit and tie like a beast. You can't tell that you are so sexy, you've gained some knowledge."

The tattoo on the collarbone is not secret, and Song Yu didn't want to hide it. It was because he always showed his suit, shirt, and tie without falling off, and the buttons were meticulously pressed to the collar. It was normal for outsiders to see it before, and even his family members might not have seen it.

Zhao Yichen: "It seems that you are so poisoned. What ecstasy medicine did Meng Jianwan give you? You can even get the name on your chest."

Song Yu waved them away impatiently: "Can you still play basketball? If you don't hit me, go."

"Want and fight, who said he wouldn't fight? Let's start, the next one is not a small warm-up exercise. If you want to take serious action, you can show me your real skills!"

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Chapter completed!