Chapter 37

Yu Yu smiles: "Hello, my name is Yu Yu."

Mrs. Fu Zheng still did not speak and pursed her lips, but the corners of her lips showed a beautiful and touching radian. She blinked her eyes and waved to the simile.

Words and expressions smile, eyes and brows bend.

Fu Zhengjun's face is gentle and his eyes can almost overflow. His voice is soft and his tone is spoiled. He says to the words: "sorry, my wife can't speak, but she likes you very much."

The metaphor says, "me too."

Maybe I haven't seen two girls talking like this before, and all the people on the scene laughed, "these are two living treasures."

After a while, Lu Yan stood up and said, "we're going to shoot, too."

When he finished, he went to the shooting range with a metaphor. They went to change clothes respectively. Lu Yan was a man and changed clothes faster. When the metaphor came out, he could see that he was leaning against the doorframe with his arms in his arms and his long legs on the ground, casting a shallow shadow.

Lu Yan raised his eyes. His dark eyes looked at the metaphor lightly, and he could not see the ups and downs of his emotions. The muzzle of his gun was facing the direction of the metaphor. I don't know if he meant it or not. His slender fingers gently tried to pull the trigger.

Crisp "PATA..." Let's hear it.

The metaphorical amber pupil looked at the black muzzle of the gun and Lu Yan's cold outline. Her heart beat for a few seconds, and she raised it in her throat for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

She has a strange feeling that Lu Yan really wants to shoot her.

Lu Yan's idea is not hard to guess.

The man is handsome and rich, and has a good family background. He has a smooth journey all the way. When he was a student, he had a good time. As an adult, with his own ability and the family's shadow, he took over the family's business, and even had a obedient fiancee around him. Such a man has long been used to controlling everything.

But it just broke out a metaphor.

She has a lot of mysteries with her. She is a smart and even scheming woman. She is good at attack and defense and management. Lu Yan didn't want to pay attention to such a woman, but now he found that he had to spend a lot of time on her.

More than half a year ago, she was in charge of his life, and her bone marrow was the only fastest hope for him to survive. Now, she has entered his company, and she is operating step by step, making herself his career assistant. Even yesterday, she vowed to detonate a bomb.

She said - little star is his daughter.

Lu Yan's thin lips were filled with a cold radian, and the ice under his eyes sank. With the cold of winter, he thought, it's too troublesome to describe this woman.

How simple it would be if it could be solved in this way.

But - just think about it.

With a sneer, he put down his gun and turned around first: "let's go."

Yu pretended that nothing had happened and followed Lu Yan.

Lu Yan Mou color deep cold: "you just not afraid, I really shoot."

"No Yu Yu now finds out that the palm she just held has been sweating. It's wet. In such a summer, the cold wind blows, but it's cold.

Yu Yu is really a smart woman. When she turns around, she wants to understand. What's more, she only asked for that yesterday, that is to say, she wants to pursue Lu Yan.

Although "chasing..." This word sounds funny.

Words metaphor eyebrow eyes indifferent, between eyebrows smile long, she smile, lip side of the arc just right: "you can't bear."

Lu Yan looked down at her and frowned coldly: "I'm so confident." He sneered coldly, as if he was laughing at the exaggeration of his words. He said indifferently, "you have a lot of self-confidence, but don't be too conceited."

The fight between the couple is also a tug of war. It is more like that they have to hold a piece of spring on their hands. No one can let go first, but no one dares to hold tightly.

Both of them were afraid of being hurt and were trying again and again.

Lu Yan hasn't been shooting for a long time. His shooting skills are a little strange, but his aura is strong and calm. Standing there, he exudes the breath of strangers.

He's good at practice. He has ten links in several rounds.

Yanyu looked at the past and saw that Lu Yan called her to go. She went over. Lu Yan's eyelashes moved and said faintly, "you can try it too."

Yuyu didn't really play shooting, but Lu Yan didn't want to take the initiative to teach her. Yuyu's red lips opened and hesitated. In the end, she didn't put down her figure and asked him to help, but played by herself first.

Lu Yan stood not far away, his black eyes staring at Yu for a moment. He looked up and poured a mouthful of water. After drinking it, he found that he had taken the wrong bottle. This is the bottle of Yu.

He twisted his eyebrows and threw them into the garbage can without looking. His features were sharp and his eyes were too cold to look directly at.

Yu Yu studies the downward firing machine gun, and slowly replays Lu Yan's action in her mind. She purses her lips and carefully learns Lu Yan's action. Her legs are slightly open, and the gun is raised to the front.Ji Muyang came over from the side and stood beside Lu Yan. He also had a gun in his hand and played around carelessly. He looked at the metaphor with a faint look and sneered: "ah Yan, don't you plan to teach her? You used to teach Xia Xia by hand. "

Lu Yan's dark eyes are cold, and his thin lips have no radian. The meaning is very obvious. How can words compare with Xia Xia.

Ji Muyang's expression was also very cold, and his voice lazily agreed: "also, this kind of scheming girl can't compete with Xiabi."

I can't tell whether it's a satire or a compliment.

But Lu Yan glanced back at him.

Ji Muyang continued: "haven't you found the trace of Xia Xia? Ah Yan, you really can't find it? Or you don't want to? I always feel that you don't pay much attention. "

This sentence is a bright sword, straight to the heart of Lu Yan.

Lu Yan tightened his chin, holding the pistol's hand, slowly and tightly, with some blue veins on the back of his hand.

Tone is very cold: "Yang, you think too much."

Ji Muyang casually laughed, his voice was lazy and out of tune: "lying trough, ha ha ha, look at the way the words and expressions look, it's really stupid. This kind of woman has so many tricks, it's hard to imagine."

His whole eyes did not leave the words, thin lips outlined a shallow smile.

Lu Yan looks at Ji Muyang indifferently. He frowns. Does he think Ji Muyang pays too much attention to words?

After a while, Ji Muyang took the gun and went to Yanyu.

The next second, Ji Muyang's laughter rang out beside her.