Although Wang Li and his wife were a little reluctant, they knew that he had his own affairs and did not try to keep them. "Okay, you go back."
Fang Hui glanced at Wang Aoshuang, "Aoshuang, you can go back with Ling Ang too."
"Mom, I still want to accompany you." Wang Aoshuang was a little reluctant.
"Ling Ang has to drive a car for 10 hours alone. If someone chats next to you, it will not be so boring. Don't forget that they drove back for you."
Wang Li also advised: "Aoshuang, please go back with Ling Ang. If you miss your parents, then your parents will visit you."
Seeing that his father also spoke, Wang Aoshuang had no choice but to stop talking and make a decision.
After packing up, the two left reluctantly.
It was already evening after I got back, and Ling Ang took Wang Aoshuang directly to a high-end club.
"Ling Ang, I won't go to see your friends with you." She didn't want to show up in front of others too much with him.
"I brought you back, how could I leave you alone? Do you want to go back to the villa alone and feel bored?"
Wang Aoshuang closed her lips and said nothing, and followed him into the club.
The two arrived at the 10th floor of the club, where Jiang Li and Zheng Yan were playing table tennis.
Wang Aoshuang smiled and said hello to the two of them.
"Boss, I finally saw your handsome face, but I looked forward to my neck as a giraffe." Zheng Yan had a good private relationship with Ling Ang, so he usually spoke casually.
Jiang Li held the club and looked at Ling Ang meaningfully, "You said you wanted to take the thorns and apologize. I thought you would come back with the thorns and carry the thorns. It turned out that you were back with a mermaid."
Ling Ang picked up the club and bent down, aimed his sharp eyes tightly at the ball on the table, and a steady hit, and the target ball fell into the bag neatly and accurately.
His posture is very graceful, with long legs like straight and slack, and his curved waist is like a golden arc.
He smiled a little and said slowly, "Your little white rabbit ran home and ignored you. Are you jealous of me?"
"Yes, I'm very jealous." Jiang Li glanced at him slightly, his tone was full of sourness, "You really don't mention which pot you don't open."
"Didn't you often bring your little white rabbit to laugh at me before?" Ling Ang bent down and hit the ball beautifully.
"So you have the capital to take revenge now?" Jiang Li glanced at him.
Zheng Yan looked at Wang Aoshuang and spoke with a deep meaning: "Li, what are you saying? Isn't this obvious?"
Wang Aoshuang felt a little embarrassed when she saw that the topic was brought to her.
When Ling Ang saw her sitting alone, he waved to her, "Ao Shuang, come here."
"What's wrong?"
"Teaching you to play table tennis."
"No need." As soon as she spoke out, Ling Ang pulled her over.
He grabbed her hand and began to teach her the point, "open her five fingers with her right hand and hold the club with the tiger's mouth." He gently helped her place her fingers.
"Then hold the rod with the left hand and hold the rod with the right hand on it... The center of gravity of the body leans forward, so that the club is under the jaw." He stood behind her and gently pressed her body forward.
"Aim at the white ball, hold your breath when hitting the ball, and move it neatly." He held her hands, covered her back, and his jaw was just on her head.
Feeling his strong abdominal muscles close to her waist, and his long breathing floated from the top of his head, Wang Aoshuang felt his heart beating rhythmically.