Ye Jiuliang coughed softly, "Stop it."
Realizing that the little wolf was about to back down, Mister Li naturally wouldn’t let him, their noses almost touching, "Not answering ans you agree?"
"Excluded." Ye Jiuliang turned his head away, earnestly stating.
His deep eyes slightly dimd, "Why not?"
Being so close, Ye Jiuliang felt he could hardly breathe.
"What reasons could there be?"
Li Mochan seized upon her words, "You said I’m so perfect it’s unbearable, then why don’t you like ?"
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Actually, you do have flaws." Ye Jiuliang imdiately corrected himself.
"Flaws?" Li Mochan furrowed his brow, "Let’s hear them."
"You’re too domineering," she said offhandedly.
Li Mochan looked at her with a aningful gaze, "You’re also domineering. In this respect, we’re quite a match, aren’t we?"
Ye Jiuliang countered, "When have I ever been domineering?"
Nonsense, slandering her.
"You flirt with but won’t let flirt with you, if that’s not being domineering, what is?" Li Mochan argued with conviction.
Ye Jiuliang’s mouth twitched, was he deliberately picking a quarrel with her?
Seeing the repressed amusent in his eyes, she pursed her lips and flashed a sly smile, "Mister Li is just joking. You’re the elder; where would I get the nerve to dominate you, right, Uncle Mohan?"
Hearing the words "Uncle Mohan," Li Mochan’s gaze slightly narrowed, a chilling sharpness emanating.
She called him uncle?
Truly pushing it too far.
"Uncle Mohan, you’re looking pale. Is it too hot? Are you feeling dizzy from heatstroke?" Ye Jiuliang provocatively tested the waters on the edge of being put in her place.
Li Mochan fixed his gaze on her. After a mont, he laughed out of sheer irritation and fell onto her.
"I am feeling a bit dizzy." Dizzy from her aggravation.
With a towering six feet plus of height falling onto her, Ye Jiuliang felt her small shoulders couldn’t bear the weight.
Especially since a certain soone kept nuzzling her neck.
It was simply... shalessly taking advantage.
She bent her arm and was about to deliver an elbow strike in retaliation.
"Little wolf, when an elder feels dizzy, the younger shouldn’t be so quick-tempered." Li Mochan blocked her elbow, his cool hand wrapping around her wrist, firmly restraining her.
"..."
What kind of elder would behave like him?
"Boss, boss..."
A timid voice rose from behind, tinged with embarrassnt.
eting Li Mochan’s icy black eyes, Baona wanted to cry but had no tears.
She really didn’t an to disturb them. She was begging for rcy.
Ye Jiuliang quickly pushed Li Mochan away, turned her head to look at her, and cleared her throat, "What is it?"
It was all Li Mochan’s shaless fault that she hadn’t even noticed soone else’s arrival.
Li Mochan straightened up, his gaze sweeping over Baona with a touch of displeasure.
"Boss, the team competition is over, we won." Reminded of her purpose, Baona’s face lit up with excitent.
"The awards ceremony is about to start, Xiang Tian and the others are waiting for you."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang’s lips curved slightly upward, "Looks like my red envelope is going down the drain."
Baona burst out laughing.
"Let’s go hand out red packets." Ye Jiuliang stretched and lazily walked away.
Baona was about to follow when she caught a glimpse of that tall figure chasing after Ye Jiuliang and imdiately slowed down.
She got it, being a third wheel brings bad luck.
As they entered the stadium, it was already buzzing with excitent.
On the podium, Xiang Tian and his group were hugging and holding the gleaming trophy, currently being interviewed by reporters.
In this competition, there was only a champion and losers, no third or second place.
Strangely, Anders and his group weren’t in the stadium, including their coach.
"Boss."
Seeing Ye Jiuliang arrive, Xiang Tian and his group jumped off the podium and squeezed out of the circle of reporters.
The reporters looked at each other, then turned to see Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan appear together, swarming over like wolves to at.
However, due to the chilly aura emanating from Li Mochan, the reporters still kept their distance wisely.
Exclusive news is important, but their lives are more so.
The reporters raised their caras, and the flashbulbs kept blinking at Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan.
"You guys are so stingy, not even a red packet for ," Ye Jiuliang said with a faint smile on her lips, teasingly looking at their joyful faces.
Xiang Tian handed the trophy towards Ye Jiuliang, "Boss, this is for you. We promised you, and we did it."
Ye Jiuliang took the trophy, heavy in her hands, and clicked her tongue, "Just take this trophy back to the club. I’ll admire it occasionally when I visit. Holding it is too heavy."
As she said this, she returned the trophy to Xiang Tian’s hands.
Xiang Tian smiled; their boss was still as casual and laid-back as ever.
Ye Jiuliang fished out a badge from her pocket, thumb-sized, shaped like a burning fla, with a sapphire set in the middle, radiating a faint blue light.
The reporters imdiately recognized it as Xiang Tian and his team’s emblem. Gao Yang and the others had their emblems on their collars, only Xiang Tian did not.
Ye Jiuliang tossed it, "Here, better keep your own emblem safe."
Xiang Tian caught it firmly in his hand.
Last year, after losing the match, he handed his emblem to Ye Jiuliang. He had promised that only after winning back the lost match would he be worthy of wearing it again.
Looking at the pale blue emblem in his palm, he really missed it.
"Boss, is this the ’sister-in-law’?" Yang Bai, who was a month older than Lin Yan, snuck a glance at Li Mochan and asked gossipingly.
With a very low voice, heard only by their circle.
"..."
The smile on Ye Jiuliang’s lips froze.
This darn kid.
Xiang Tian and the others were also curious about this matter; now that the competition was over, everyone relaxed and naturally wanted to gossip about this first.
It was a big deal that their boss might have a partner.
Ye Jiuliang raised her eyes to et the gossip-hungry looks of Xiang Tian and the others, as if she wanted to knock them all out with a karate chop.
Accidentally catching soone’s piercing gaze, she looked down and coughed softly.
Turning her head, she glared at Xiang Tian and his group, "Winning the match and getting cocky, huh? Want to run laps around the stadium?"
At that, Xiang Tian and the others imdiately backed down.
"Boss, you go ahead and talk, the reporters are still waiting for us, we’ll head off first."
The cluster of reporters glanced at Xiang Tian and the others, and then at Li Mochan, intimidated by his icy look.
"The champions are over there, what are you all crowding around here for?" Feng Yi said just in ti.
The reporters were sharp-witted; on hearing Feng Yi’s words, they didn’t dare provoke Li Mochan.
That living Buddha was not soone they could afford to offend, and no one dared to be the first to do so.
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