Ning Wanxi walked forward to hit the golf ball that hadn't made it into the hole back into the hole. Wei Mingyang imdiately changed his expression, flashed a fawning smile, and followed Ning Wanxi's graceful figure, leaving behind a sentence: "You guys wait for here."
Wei Mingyang was with his two lackeys, and at this mont, Luo Chao finally rembered who that fat guy was and exclaid in surprise: "Little Fat!"
Hearing that na, the fat guy abruptly turned around. He didn't recognize Luo Chao at first, but after a mont, he also exclaid in surprise, "Luo Chao, is it you!"
Little Fat hurriedly walked over, sat next to Luo Chao, and gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder, saying, "Luo Chao, what a coincidence to run into you here!"
"Yeah, it really is quite a coincidence," Luo Chao chuckled, inevitably recalling their high school days. This fat guy was his deskmate for three years. However, while Luo Chao excelled academically, Xia Xiaopang ranked at the bottom. But wanting to sleep during classes, Luo Chao used his good grades to choose a seat at the very back, next to Xia Xiaopang.
Because Xia Xiaopang was quite a sleepyhead, classes were basically nap ti for him, and as soon as the dismissal bell rang, he was instantly energetic. Therefore, there wasn't much interaction between Luo Chao and Xia Xiaopang—you sleep your way, and I sleep mine.
But the bond of three years as deskmates still existed.
Luo Chao looked at the slightly unchanged Xia Xiaopang with delight and so sentint, never expecting to et his old deskmate here.
However, Luo Chao had also complained that in TV dramas, the male protagonist's deskmate was always a pretty girl, while his deskmate was a sleepyhead pig!
"Weren't you going to join the army? When did you co back, and what are you doing now?" Xia Xiaopang chuckled, thrilled to see his old deskmate after so many years.
Luo Chao replied with a smile: "Mm, I ca back a couple of years ago. You've heard of the Tengyuan Group, right? I'm working there as a clerk, accompanying our boss to Southeast City on a business trip this ti."
Although Luo Chao now had substantial capital, he didn't like to boast, especially in front of old classmates. It seed Xia Xiaopang wasn't doing very well, and Luo Chao didn't want to upset him.
"You're talking about President Ning, right," Xia Xiaopang said, glancing at Ning Wanxi playing golf, this exceptionally stunning beautiful woman nearly blinding his eyes, and he clicked his tongue: "You're quite lucky to be beside such a beautiful president."
Luo Chao pretended to look aggrieved, saying: "Being near a ruler is like being with a tiger, you should understand that. What are you doing by Chairman Wei's side?"
Xia Xiaopang awkwardly scratched his head: "I'm Wei's chauffeur, but the salary is pretty good. You know, I've never been good at studying. After not getting into college, I ca out to work. My image wasn't appealing to companies, but luckily a relative helped beco Wei's chauffeur."
Luo Chao was smart enough to restrain himself because if he spoke the truth, it would surely be a heavy blow to Xia Xiaopang.
"By the way, what about Shen Birong, have you reconciled?" Xia Xiaopang suddenly asked, thinking that both he and Luo Chao weren't doing great, why talk about such unhappy things, so he directly brought up Luo Chao's old story.
"Uh!" Luo Chao was taken aback, looked at Ning Wanxi in the distance, and nodded as Wei Mingyang was still flattering next to her: "Mm, Bi Rong and I have reconciled."
Xia Xiaopang punched him in the chest: "Dang, I knew you two would reconcile. I'm so jealous, man, you got the school belle!"
"At least it didn't waste my ti passing notes for you while I tried to nap during class, making this single guy feel bad," Xia Xiaopang chuckled, genuinely feeling a bit envious. But who could bla Luo Chao for being handso, taking advantage of his surroundings, and getting the school belle in school days.
The relationship between Luo Chao and Shen Birong was well-known to Xia Xiaopang as his deskmate. Although he knew Luo Chao went to the army because of a tiff with Shen Birong, Shen was a devoted girl. They were destined to reconcile, and indeed they did!
At this mont, Ning Wanxi walked back holding a golf club, with Wei Mingyang following, still incessantly saying: "President Ning, I never realized you were so good at golf."
Ning Wanxi was bothered by this fly-like person, her delicate eyebrows tightly knit, and coldly said: "Chairman Wei, please show so respect!"
Wei Mingyang laughed: "President Ning, I admire you a lot, I an no harm, I just want to be a suitor."
"But you're so annoying," Ning Wanxi said with a frosty face.
In Wei Mingyang's eyes flashed a sinister look, damn it, she really doesn't appreciate it, there are countless who want to be with , liking you is showing you face!
"But you can't deprive soone of their right to pursue," Wei Mingyang, being the chairman of a large company, was quite sharp-tongued.
At this mont, Wei Mingyang suggested: "Why don't we have a competition, President Ning? If you win, I'll disappear forever. If I win, you'll have to be my girlfriend, even for just one night, what do you say?"
Chairman Wei spoke righteously, but that "one night" obviously had ulterior motives. His true intent was finally revealed, making Ning Wanxi feel nauseated, utterly disgusted.
"Fine!" Ning Wanxi bit her lip, coldly said, having confidence in her golf skills. During her ti in the United States, she played golf often, reaching a professional level, whereas Chairman Wei was likely an amateur.
Wei Mingyang showed a crafty smile, while Luo Chao, having noticed everything, patted his forehead, thinking, you silly girl, you fell for it!
Perhaps because Wei Mingyang was as annoying as a fly, Ning Wanxi wanted to get rid of him quickly and thus beca flustered. Since Wei Mingyang dared to challenge, it ant he had so confidence.
"Fatty, get over here to set the ball," Wei Mingyang called out, and Xia Xiaopang imdiately ran over eagerly, making the chauffeur the caddie, how fancy!
After Xia Xiaopang set up the ball, Wei Mingyang said: "Let's aim for the hole 400 ters away, the one who uses the fewest strokes wins. President Ning, what do you think?"
"Alright!" Ning Wanxi nodded. According to the usual competition system, you'd have to get into 18 holes, so choosing the hole 400 ters away was convenient and quick without being too exhausting.
Therefore, Ning Wanxi agreed directly.
At this mont, Wei Mingyang walked to the backside of the golf ball. As he gripped the club, he interlocked his right pinky between his left index and middle fingers, his hands partially overlapping, feet aligned with the intended line of impact, hands down, and then slightly bent forward.
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