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  Bo Tingshen guided her from behind, and Ye Xian followed suit.

   "Step out with your right foot, the bowling ball is stretched forward, the ball and the body are at 90°, and the shoulders are flat..."

  Bo Tingshen walked behind her, touched her shoulder with his hand, and Ye Xian straightened his shoulder immediately.

   "Left foot, right and left?"

  Bo Ting kicked her left foot deeply, and Ye Xian couldn't help but widen his eyes, it's too much, please teach me, if you do it, you can do it, what is it? What about insulting?

  Ye Xian quickly changed feet.

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

  Why is it right footed again?

   In the end left foot right foot?

   When Ye Xian was in doubt, he kicked his right foot again.

  She turned to look at him angrily.

   “Concentrate on the fairway.”

  Ye Xian: "..."

   "Arm straightened, swinging straight back."

   Ye Xian began to swing.

   "The arc doesn't need to be so big, don't hit yourself out again."

  Ye Xian: "..." Can we not mention the shameful thing about playing golf last time?

   "Flick the ball out of the hand while sliding the left foot out."

  Ye Xian: "?" Or say that theoretical knowledge kills people, what does the slipping of the left foot have to do with sending the ball in your hand? She can send it out without slipping.

  When Ye Xian was hesitating, a smell of agarwood and male hormones invaded her nose.

  Bo Ting bent down deeply, covering her small hand holding the ball with her big palm, teaching with each hand, with her thin lips just a short distance away from her white ears.

  In this posture, Ye Xian can feel his warm and strong body clinging to her back, and can feel a small circle of air flowing slowly around her ear, which is definitely a jungle hunting posture!

  Ye Xian was slightly nervous, like a quail caught by a natural enemy on the back of its neck, daring not to move.

   "President, is this all right?"

   "Don't bend your arms, you're stupid."

  The man's mellow and magnetic voice came clearly from his ears.

  Ye Xian froze, "President, I suspect that you don't really want to teach me how to play, but have ulterior motives."

   After finishing speaking, Bo Ting held her palm tightly, and his breathing was slightly stagnant, "What?"

  Ye Xian turned his face away, accusing him pitifully and aggrievedly, "You just want to take this opportunity to hit me, scold me, insult my personality, and trample on my dignity!"

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

   "Hey, wait~"

   Can't wait any longer, with his strength, the rubber ball flew out of his hand quickly.

  Ye Xian stared nervously at the path of the ball.

   "Boom—"

   Another ten-hit grand slam!

  The waiters in the arena gave out sincere and admiring cheers!

Ye Xian looked at all the bottles that fell down, and the victory and joy washed away the beating and insult just now, she turned to look at the man beside her in ecstasy, "President, I hit all of them! The first time I hit the bottle!" It hits all!"

When the young man laughed, two clear dimples appeared on his cheeks, filled with waves like a clear spring, his eyes were curved like a bright moon, blooming with brilliance, his eyelashes were thick and black, and they never flicked Like a moon shadow, with a little smile rising to the brow and then down to the corner of the mouth, dazzling and charming.

  Bo Ting stared at her deeply, his eyes fell on his lips and then sank into the bottom of his eyes.

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

  President Bo is holding...a man in his arms, still that man!

  Looking tenderly? !

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  (end of this chapter)