C189 A beauty's heart

Ye Cheng tightly closed his eyes. His vision was completely dark, and he could only rely on his keen senses for every movement. He had already memorized the location of the golf ball after hitting the same spot four times in a row. Even if he closed his eyes now, he would still be able to accurately hit the target, and the greatest difficulty was whether or not he could enter the cave.

He slowly raised the bat, drawing everyone's attention as he did so. With a motion as dashing as ever, the fallen club accurately hit the ball, and the golf ball was sent flying.

Everyone's eyes gathered on the flying golf ball as they watched it streak across the sky like a shooting star and land on the ground. With a "dong" sound, he directly drilled into the hole.

It was an incredible stunning goal, and it was unbelievable. Yet, it was precisely this one time when it entered the hole. The group of people were dumbfounded once again.

"She went in, she went in again. Ye Cheng, you're too amazing!" Mu Lingdie shouted in excitement, as if she was the one who had scored the ball.

Qiao RuBing was extremely surprised. She had thought that Ye Cheng would lose without a doubt, but what she absolutely did not expect was to bring forth an incomparably stunning performance time and time again.

Zhou Jia Lin looked at the hole, her eyes flickering. She was deep in thought. She was deeply moved by Ye Cheng's skill in golf. He was even more skilled than his twin brother.

Song Liangjun's face darkened. All of his pride had disappeared without a trace. In just a few minutes, he was as if he had experienced a great tragedy in his life. His mood turned from extreme joy to extreme sadness.

Su Mingxuan shook his head helplessly. Young Master Song could be said to have hit the nail on the head this time. He didn't want to humiliate Ye Cheng by using the broadsword in front of Duke Guan. At the same time, he was also deeply moved. This Ye Cheng's golf skills were truly amazing. It was truly a pity that he didn't participate in international competitions.

There was no joy on Ye Cheng's face. His face was calm, as if he had forgotten about his stunning goal in the blink of an eye. He handed the cue to the boy and held out his hand to Song Liangjun, smiling without a word.

Song Liangjun was like a defeated rooster as his head drooped limply. He did not even dare to look at Ye Cheng's expression, and was mentally prepared to accept the mockery and ridicule coming from him. He looked at the hand in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

"Master Song, five hundred thousand yuan per stick, four million yuan, plus I won your one million yuan bet, a total of three million. You can't have forgotten that quickly, right?" Ye Cheng looked at Song Liangjun's bitter expression and laughed inwardly. He also lost the interest to continue ridiculing Song Liangjun.

Only then did Song Liangjun realize the meaning behind Ye Cheng's words. In front of Zhou Jiayin and the others, he would naturally be too embarrassed to renege on his debt. He took out a cash cheque book from his pocket, filled it in quickly, tore off two pieces and handed them over to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng looked at the cheque containing one million and two million. He put it into his pocket with a smile and said, "If Young Master Song still wants to find someone to spar with in the future, remember to look for me. I'll be happy to accompany you anytime."

Song Liangjun was silent. Ye Cheng was his nemesis. Every time they met, Ye Cheng would beat them to a pulp. He was extremely aggrieved in his heart as he angrily shouted, "I am a dignified and powerful young master of a rich family, how can I not deal with a mere security guard?" I must get my face back.

Su Mingxuan kindly urged him in a low voice, "Young Master Song, it's only a round of golf matches. If you meet such a crazy expert, even Tiger Woods won't be able to win. Why do you need to care!"

Song Liangjun's heart felt a bit better after hearing Su Ming's words of consolation. He didn't think that Su Mingxuan had such good intentions in the past.

After winning three million, Ye Cheng felt that there was no need to stay any longer. He raised his voice slightly and said, "Sorry for disturbing your mood. You guys can continue. I'll go and have a smoke."

"Mr. Ye, please wait a moment!" Zhou Jia Lin took a few steps closer to Ye Cheng, her red lips parted slightly. "I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be so good at golf. Excuse me for asking, are you interested in becoming a pro?"

After seeing Ye Cheng's superb skills, she felt that Ye Cheng was definitely worthy of the title 'you'.

"Well, I don't have any plans for now." Ye Cheng's identity as a secret service agent was destined to never become a golf pro and increase his exposure to the public. Of course, he wasn't interested in that either.

"Personally, I feel that since you have such a great skill, you should consider becoming a pro player and participating in various international golf competitions. With your strength, you can definitely become the new king of the golf industry. I think that you can realize the value of your life. " Zhou Jiayi's words were sincere and provocative, but Ye Chengzhi wasn't one of them.

Ye Cheng said half-heartedly, "Then I should seriously consider it."

Hearing Ye Cheng's loose mouth, Zhou Jiayin secretly rejoiced. She called a bodyguard over and took the fashionable and expensive bag from him. She took out a name card and handed it over to Ye Cheng. This is my personal business card. If Mr. Ye has any clear thoughts on becoming a pro player, you can contact me. "

The card was ancient and did not reveal its identity like other wealthy businessmen who did not embellish their cards with gold borders. Ye Cheng took it and glanced at it. He even smelled the light and elegant fragrance of a jasmine flower. Then, he placed it in his pocket as if it was a treasure. "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Lin. I will contact you when I have made up my mind."

The Four Eastsea young masters were all taken aback. Zhou Jiayin's background was ridiculously powerful. Even the combined family of the four of them could match her background. She didn't like ordinary people at all, but she was especially interested in an insignificant person. What made the East Sea's Fourth Young Master even more envious was that Zhou Jia Lin had actually given her personal business card to this fellow. Her private number must be on the card, but the four of them had yet to get her cell phone number. Not to mention, Zhou Jia Lin's personal cell phone number had always been a mystery in the circles.

This little brat was really lucky. Did Miss Lin really think much of him when a mountain of gold fell from the sky to smash her head? Impossible, how could a poor man like him enter the eyes of Miss Ling?

Ye Cheng left the golf course after greeting Zhou Jielin and Qiao RuBing. Since there were so many bodyguards around, he didn't have to worry about any accidents happening.

"Wait for me!" Mu Lingdie ran to catch up with Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng slowed down his footsteps and asked, "I'm going to smoke. Why are you following me?"

Mu Lingdie looked at Ye Cheng's arms and said with a smile, "I'm here to split the loot."

"Divide up the loot?" Ye Cheng was stunned. "Divide into what dirty things?"

Mu Lingdie squinted her eyes, revealing an enchanting smile, and said coquettishly, "Boss Ye, you won two million from Young Master Song, but I've spoken up for you. Half of the credit goes to me, shouldn't you split it with me?" Her voice was very soft, especially when she called out 'Boss Ye' more intimately.

This was the first time Ye Cheng had ever seen a beauty dressed in a traditional neutral attire act so coquettishly. When he heard her words, his entire body softened. However, after he heard her words, his face immediately stiffened. Concussive! Your words are worth a million, you're even worse than me! There's no way we can split the money. " He really wasn't used to Mu Lingdie pretending to be gentle and directly refused him.

"Boss Ye, I helped you infuriate Master Song. Without my words, you might have only earned eight hundred thousand. "How about this, even if you don't give me a million, you should at least give me eight hundred thousand!" Mu Lingdie imitated what Ye Cheng did in the market and found it to be quite similar.

"I won this money at the risk of my life from Song Liangjun. If you want to pay me, don't even think about it." Ye Cheng snickered in his heart. This Mu Lingdie had a temper similar to his!

"How can it be as serious as you say? Young Master Song is from a rich family, why would he care about such a small amount of money." Seeing that Ye Cheng was adamant on not letting go, Mu Lingdie immediately changed her tactics and said, "Chief Ye, I realised that you are really stingy. You are far from comparing yourself to Young Master Song."

"Since the money came in vain, Ye Cheng naturally wouldn't care too much about it." "Don't say that I'm stingy, I'll give you some. Don't mention this to me again in the future."

Mu Lingdie immediately beamed with joy. It was better to use persuasive methods, and she immediately changed her tone, "Director Ye, you are really open-minded. How much will you give me?"

Ye Cheng extended a finger and she said happily, "Divide a million to me?" I knew that Boss Ye was generous, and was just joking with me. "

Ye Cheng shook his finger and said, "NO, NO!"

Mu Lingdie was disappointed, "No way, only a hundred thousand?"

Ye Cheng shook his finger again, "I'll give you ten thousand. Think of it as your hard work."

Hearing this, Mu Lingdie's face turned serious. After messing around with Ye Cheng for a long time, she said angrily, "Ye Cheng, you are too petty. I was wrong about you. You can't even compare to 1% of Young Master Song."

"I was wondering why you women turned hostile faster than flipping books!" I was just joking with you. " Seeing that Mu Lingdie was almost done playing with him, Ye Cheng said in a serious tone, "Don't compare me to Song Liangjun. It's fine if you get 300,000. If you don't want it, then forget it."

A smile instantly appeared on Mu Lingdie's face as she hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, of course, how can Song Liangjun compare to our Boss Ye?" After saying that, she extended her slender hand towards Ye Cheng.

"This is really opening one's eyes to money!" Ye Cheng touched his pockets, seemingly muttering to himself, "I don't have any cigarettes left."

"I'll buy it for you right away." How could Mu Lingdie not understand Ye Cheng's meaning? A pack of cigarettes for three hundred thousand yuan was definitely worth more than what she had expected. She hurriedly went to buy the cigarettes, overjoyed.

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes as he watched Mu Lingdie twist her seductive butt. He then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. If I bring her back to my side and teach her a little, she'll definitely be able to help me a lot. "

He crossed the reception hall of the golf course and went out into the open parking lot.

"Boss Ye, your cigarettes!" Mu Lingdie came over from the supermarket, waving her cigarette and complained, "This box of yours cost me 30 yuan, it hurts so much."

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "Don't cry about being poor in front of me. I don't believe that a person who can drive a Hummer to work would care about this thirty dollars. You probably don't even care about three hundred thousand yuan."

"Who says I don't care? I went to so much trouble to get that fierce horse." Mu Lingdie passed the cigarette to Ye Cheng and urged, "Promise me three hundred thousand! I want it now. "

Ye Cheng said, "Don't be in such a hurry. It's not like I'm going to go back on my word. Come with me to the bank and deposit the money. Of the three hundred thousand, it's yours."