Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

"Straighten your body and loosen your shoulders."

Bo tingshen guides her in the back, and ye Xianzhao does it.

"Right foot out, bowling forward, the ball and body present 90 degrees °， Keep your shoulders flat... "

Bo tingshen walked behind her and touched her shoulder. Ye Xian immediately smoothed her shoulder.

"Left foot, left and right?"

Bo tingshen kicked her left foot. Ye Xian couldn't help but open his eyes. He went too far. He taught and started. What's the upper foot? What about insulting people?

Ye Xian quickly changed his feet.

"Step forward with your right foot and put the ball behind you."

What happened to the right foot again?

Right foot, left foot?

When ye Xianzheng was in trouble, he kicked his right foot again.

She gave him a look of anger.

"Focus and look at the fairway."

Ye Xian

"Keep your arms straight and swing straight back."

Ye Xian began to swing.

"The arc doesn't have to be so big. Don't beat yourself out again."

Ye Xian: "can we not mention the shame of playing golf last time?

"Slide out with your left foot and send the ball out of your hand."

Ye Xian Or theoretical knowledge can kill people. What's the relationship between the left foot sliding out and the hand delivering the ball? She can send it out without sliding.

When ye Xian hesitates, a smell mixed with light agarwood and male hormone invades her nose.

Bo tingshen leaned over her little hand holding the ball with her big palm. She taught with her hands. Her thin lips were close to her white ears.

In this posture, ye Xian can feel his warm and strong body close to her back, and can feel a small circle of air flowing slowly in his ears. It's a jungle hunting posture. That's right!

Ye Xian is a little nervous, like a quail caught by a natural enemy, and dare not move.

"President, is that all right?"

"Don't bend your arms. It's stupid."

The mellow and magnetic voice of a man comes clearly from his ear.

Ye Xian's body froze, "president, I suspect you don't really want to teach me to play, but have ulterior motives."

Words fall, thin court deep hold her palm tight for a while, breathing also a little sluggish, "what?"

Ye Xian turned his face, wronged and pitifully accused him, "you just want to take the opportunity to beat me, scold me, insult my personality, trample on my dignity!"

Bo Ting took a deep breath and leveled off, pushing her head with one hand. "Concentrate, throw!"

"Ah, wait ~"

I can't wait. With his help, the rubber ball flies out of my hand.

Ye Xian stares at the path of the ball nervously.

"Bang --"

It's another ten in a row grand slam!

The waiters in the stadium all gave out sincere and praising cheers!

Ye Xian looked at all the fallen bottles, and her victory and joy swept away the beating and insult she had just been beaten. She turned to look at the man beside her with ecstasy, "president, I've hit all of them! The first time I hit it all

When the young man smiles, there are two shallow pear vortices on his cheek, full of waves like a clear spring. His eyes are curved like a bright moon, full of brilliant brilliance, thick and black feather eyelashes, like the shadow of the moon, with a little smile rising to the tip of his brow and then falling to the corner of his mouth, shining and charming.

The thin court deeply stares at her, the eye light falls in the lip petal and sinks into the eye bottom again.

The two waiters who fled from the bathroom walked into the bowling alley with lingering fear and saw this scene——

Bo always holds... A man in his arms, or that man!

Looking at it tenderly?!