The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 138 is going to let me accompany you to the dead.

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows: "Not necessarily, people's potential is endless. The last time in Cambodia is enough to prove that some people who are most unexpected in some time will become the key to success."

What's more, no matter how the season is warming, but she obviously wants to protect her man's heart, she has already made a smile on the lips of the ink that is currently hurting.

The two of them are here, a slow-fired shooting at the gun range, and they can forcibly feed him a dog food.

At the corner of Nanheng’s mouth, he will let it go before the monitor screen, so that Mo Jingshen will continue to enjoy his wife’s back here.

......

The sky is getting deeper and deeper, and there are bright lights around the base, especially the guns here seem to be brighter than other training venues.

It is clear that the wind is cold, but the season is warm, but it is playing with interest. It shoots at the target 50 meters away. It turns out that she is really not shooting more than 100 meters, but she is within 50 meters and 50 meters. Basically can shoot more than five rings.

At the beginning, Feng Ling was standing by her to teach her all the movements. Now it is already warm in the season and she is standing here to train the aiming. The opening of the seal at the back from time to time guides her which posture is not standardized.

In this way, she trained for more than half an hour. In the cold wind, the warmth of the season was sweating. She moved aside a dozen steps and planned to challenge the target of 100 meters away again.

"砰".

It’s awkward.

The season warmed and licked his mouth, while he said to the bullet, "Heng Ling, your shooting technique is so good, how many years has it been practiced? Is this distance of 100 meters required to be practiced for a long time? I feel that the wind speed seems to affect the direction of the final hit. ......"

No one answered her behind her. The warmth of the gun held the gun and continued to aim at the target 100 meters away.

Suddenly, the back of the hand is warm, she is preparing to shoot the gun, and I don’t have to look back to know that it is coming.

The clear and clean taste of the man surrounded her. He didn't talk. He stood behind her and held her waist in her posture. The other hand held her finger, and the low-pitched voice was posted on her. Ear: "Try now."

The warmth of the season feels that his hand does not seem to have much difference from the previous one, but it seems that the angle that she has not been in control has been corrected. She is calmly facing the target of 100 meters away. Hitting your fingers directly.

boom.

Right in the bull's eye.

Looking at the bullseye shot by a shot, the season is warm: "..."

At that time, she was still in Cambodia several times, and she was afraid of the scene of the ink. The result was actually that he did not intend to shoot.

The warmth of the season looked back at the man behind him. The cold wind blew, and Mo Jingshen opened the black cashmere coat that she had bought before, and hugged her whole person in her arms, and then wrapped her into her clothes. The gun in her hand was taken down and thrown to the seal.

Feng Ling raised his hand and conveniently caught the gun, then smiled in the direction of the warm season and consciously walked away.

"Standing here for so long, not cold?" The man's low voice smacked in her ear.

"It's not cold, it's very exciting." The season warmly smiled, because he just smiled a little bit shyly because he couldn't get the gunshot on the countertop. She was laughing at the corner of her mouth and she was shy. I didn't feel cold, but now I was wrapped in my arms with my man's arms. She turned around in his arms, so she raised her hand and hugged his back: "You are not talking about things with Nanheng inside? Finished." ?"

"Nothing important, I met an old friend." Mo Jingshen kissed her on the forehead: "It’s good to shoot this kind of thing, you don’t need to learn it, you won’t have any need for you in the future. The opportunity to shoot."

"I suddenly felt that the seal was particularly handsome. The side that felt that the woman was handsome was also very attractive. I wanted to learn from her on the rise."

The man's dark and quiet voice looked at her, and gradually smiled slowly: "You are very attractive now, and want to take some more charm on the body? I have been very restrained, you are planning to let me accompany Are you sleeping in bed until night?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

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The next day, noon.

Ink Jing Shen drove, and Black Bentley entered the Manor House in Los Angeles directly.

Although it is not as large as the Haicheng Mojia old house in the Qingshan green water, it is also more than a thousand meters, and the place where Los Angeles is so expensive is in the prosperous rich area. A manor-style villa with a small footprint, it can be seen that the Shine Group has indeed stood in the Chinese community for many years. After all, it is said that the manor house in this wealthy area has been in some ages, and it is not an ordinary person who can live here.

Just after getting off the car, the warm season found that there were two luxury cars parked on the parking lot.

She wondered: "Is there a lot of relatives in Los Angeles? Is there a relative here to be a guest here?"

Ink deep took a look: "No."

"So how are so many cars? It should be someone who has stopped here. If it is only the Moh's car, shouldn't it be parked in the garage?"

The warm season looked inward again. At this time, the butler, the part-time manager of the driver, had already greeted him: "Mr. Me, Mrs. Mo, welcome back. Now the time is just right, just open the meal."

Ink darkness fainted, not much to say.

The warmth of the season called out Uncle George.

I was about to go in, and the warmth of the season was suddenly held by the man's hand. She was forced to stop and look at the ink in the depths. She just asked him what he was doing, and he looked subconsciously because of his sight. .

Ink sight deep into the front, looking cold and looking at Su Zhilan just out of the villa door, the breath of the man instantly indifferent to a new height.

A few days ago, the ink scene was so pale and weak, and now he is cold and sturdy, exuding a silent and conscious three-footed alienation.

At the beginning of the season, I also thought about countless possibilities. I thought that the person who might meet here is An Shuyan. After all, Mosuo still intends to match his most capable secretary. But the result is never unexpected. Know the blue.

Since it is Su Zhilan here...

The season warmer glanced at the villa, so the Su family should be there too.

No wonder there are so many cars on the parking lot. She saw a gray-haired old man in front of the villa window. The Mohist family has no other old man except the old man, so it is estimated that this should be The legendary Su Lao.

This is not in the hospital to go in and see the ink Jing Shen, I do not know where to find out that they will come back to eat reunion dinner, deliberately came to the Mojia to wait?

The warmth of the season was already good, and it suddenly exploded.

This Miss Su really knows how to make the most sinister effect!

(End of this chapter)