Chapter 2230: The Man's Way

"What happened between you and my brother?" Jin Ling asked Feng Yiping as soon as his brother and sister-in-law left.

Feng Yiping chuckled, "Nothing, it's fine, really, we can be considered to have a good chat,"

"Come on, do you think we didn't feel it just now?" Jin Ling pulled him to sit down, "Is it my brother...,"

"No, it's really fine," Feng Yiping said, "It's just that I think your sister-in-law seems to have something. You can take some time to ask her in the afternoon. I will do my best to help if I can,"

"Where do you blame her," Jin Ling said, "Is it really okay?"

"It's really okay," Feng Yiping said very seriously, "It's just that we just met, and we can't get close for the time being,"

Jin Ling looked at Feng Yiping, always half-believing and half-doubting, "My brother, although he has this or that kind of shortcomings, he has a good temper,"

"I think your brother mainly loves you, his sister," Feng Yiping said.

Good temper? I really don't think so.

Perhaps all brothers with good tempers will have a bad temper when it comes to things related to their sisters.

Even if he always thought his sister was a crybaby, annoying person, or an ignorant troublemaker, he would definitely care about her lifelong affairs and feel that no boy was worthy of her - not to mention the abnormal situation of Feng Yiping and Jin Ling now.

This should not be a sister control, but the kind of love that comes from the blood of a brother for his sister.

Because he has no sister, Feng Yiping is not very clear about this feeling, but he thinks that his inference should be correct.

"Of course, he only has one sister," Jin Ling said.

"Yes, yes," Feng Yiping nodded, "Ask you a question, it seems that your brother also works out?"

"Of course, didn't you see that he is in good shape?"

"Wouldn't he be like you, practicing Jeet Kune Do pervertedly," Feng Yiping asked a question with a little worry.

"Like you, he doesn't like contact sports very much,"

"Oh,"

That's good.

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In the suite downstairs, the former star Teacher Hu put her fat son on the bed for a nap and went to find her husband.

"Did he say it?" She asked the question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

"What?" Jin Zhi, who was staring out the window in a daze, responded casually.

"I knew you didn't take my affairs to heart," Teacher Hu sat on the sofa with her back to her husband in a rage.

Jin Zhi sighed, "We just met for the first time today. Do you think it's appropriate to say those things? Don't worry, I will tell you,"

Say? How could I say it?

"What's inappropriate? Yiping is not an outsider," Teacher Hu turned around, "Jin Zhi, you have to change your temper. We are not young anymore. How many opportunities can we have?"

"Not an outsider?" Jin Zhi felt a little unhappy when he heard this.

But over the years, he has always spoiled his wife so much that he is used to meeting her every request. "How about you talk to Xiao Ling in the afternoon?"

Teacher Hu didn't say anything, just stared at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll find a chance," Jin Zhi said hurriedly.

There are some things that he can't tell Feng Yiping, and Teacher Hu will not tell Jin Ling.

Just like there are not many mother-in-laws and daughters-in-law in this world who have a harmonious relationship from the beginning, it is also rare to have a good relationship between an aunt and a sister-in-law.

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The son and wife went shopping with his sister. Jin Zhi was a little bored and couldn't sleep in. He was about to go to the Bund to relax when the phone in the room rang.

"Jin Zhi, can you play tennis?" Feng Yiping asked.

"It's okay,"

Golf is a bit too extravagant, so it will attract attention. Tennis is very suitable for people like him, so he can be said to be one of the first people in China who likes to play tennis.

"But I didn't bring a racket,"

"It doesn't matter, there are some above, come on, let's exchange ideas,"

At this time, of course, you can't say no.

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Ten minutes later, Jin Zhi, who was dressed up, shook hands with Feng Yiping before blocking.

Well-known tennis rackets are all here, and they are all the latest products. He even saw some tennis rackets from luxury brands.

Other sportswear and sneakers are not a problem.

To be honest, he felt that the configuration in Feng Yiping's room was more complete than that in many specialty stores.

Of course, for him, that was not a big deal.

As the host, Feng Yiping not only let Jin Zhi choose the side, but also used a coin toss to determine who would serve first. The result was fair, it was Feng Yiping.

Jin Zhi took his usual Wilson racket and jumped lightly in the middle of the court, but his eyes were fixed on Feng Yiping and his shoulders, trying to predict which side the ball would be served to.

As a result, that was completely unnecessary, the ball was served directly in front of him.

It was still quite graceful, but this was a court.

Jin Zhi sent the ball to the left side of Feng Yiping's side very neatly.

However, it did not stump Feng Yiping, he easily received the ball and hit it right in front of Jin Zhi again.

Pretending to be generous? Jin Zhi did not appreciate it and hit it to the right again, and Feng Yiping hit it in front of him again.

Still pretending?

Jin Zhi also decided to hit it in the middle, but unfortunately, it hit the net.

When it came to the third ball, he found that Feng Yiping always tried to hit the ball in front of him no matter what, and Jin Zhi also got angry, but it was just pretending, who wouldn't do the same.

He did the same, neither left nor right, just hitting the ball in front of Feng Yiping.

So, for a while, the ball flew back and forth, and even if it fell, whoever got the ball first would serve.

At this time, there were no rules. Jin Zhi seemed to understand that Feng Yiping was not competing with him in tennis, but simply competing in physical strength.

Then let's compete in strength!

But in this regard, he really didn't have the upper hand.

Slowly, he became out of breath, and his swing not only became less powerful, but also slower.

Feng Yiping was better, but he also seemed to be breathing heavily and wiping sweat with a towel.

Finally, when receiving a ball, Jin Zhi went forward to meet it, but ended up throwing himself forward and falling to the ground with his whole body on the ground.

Nothing happened, just a rub on his knees, and it turned out that lying in this position was quite comfortable?

But he heard Feng Yiping laughing.

This made him feel so humiliated.

"Are you okay? Can you get up?" Feng Yiping asked.

"What's the matter?" Jin Zhi stood up immediately.

"It's good that you're fine. I'll serve the ball."

Jin Zhi shook the sign. Actually, his hands were shaking. He looked at Feng Yiping, who seemed to be somewhat relaxed. He didn't expect that Feng Yiping was the kind of person who looked thin when dressed and had flesh when undressed.

But he thought that although his explosive power might not be as good as that guy, he should not be worse in terms of endurance.

However, from then on, Feng Yiping changed his style. He would hit you either to the left or to the right, or in the middle. That would hit you and make you unable to catch the ball.

Jin Zhi was good at this method, but it seemed that his endurance was not as good as Feng Yiping's. He ran left and right, and slowly felt that his throat was dry as if he had eaten sand, his legs were so sore that he almost lost consciousness, and even his eyes were a little blurry.

But he still didn't give up.

Because Feng Yiping, who seemed to be at ease, was bending over to rest with the ball while he was bending over, he was also bending over, with his hands on his knees, and breathing heavily.

This game was not scored, and the final victory must belong to me.

He took a deep breath and suddenly hit the ball to the sideline on Feng Yiping's left.

Feng Yiping tried his best to run from the right, and finally jumped sideways, very perfect!

He didn't catch the ball, and he slapped it on the ground like a salted fish.

"Haha," "Haha," Jin Zhi pointed over there, laughing so hard that his waist bent, you have this moment too?

The bad thing is that he feels that even laughing out loud is difficult now.

Feng Yiping, on the other hand, although lying on the ground, looks quite comfortable.

Jin Zhi was about to sit down and relax, but Feng Yiping got up and picked up the ball, "Come again!"

Come again?

Come now!

The next third ball, Jin Zhi hit the net, and the fifth ball, Feng Yiping's face hit the ball directly,... I don't know which ball it was, when he retreated, "bang", he fell to the ground, and I don't know which ball it was, Jin Zhi shoveled to the ground crookedly...

Feng Yiping was hit by the ball, Jin Zhi was hit by the ball, Jin Zhi fell, Feng Yiping fell...

After the racket flew out for who knows how many times, Feng Yiping lay on his back on the ground, "Okay, no more playing,"

Jin Zhi couldn't wait to lie on the ground. He couldn't even say a word, let alone loudly announce that he had persisted to the end and won.

He wiped the sweat off his face and closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

A few minutes later, "What happened to you?" Jin Ling's voice rang out.

Then Teacher Hu exclaimed, "Jin Zhi, did you fight with Yiping?"

"No, I fell down by myself," Feng Yiping helped Jin Ling stand up with difficulty.

Jin Zhi on the other side did the same. He helped his wife stand up. The two picked up the rackets and came to the net and shook hands again. This time, the feeling of shaking hands was a little different.

"It's fun!" Jin Zhi said.

"Haha, cool!" Feng Yiping said.