Chapter 1100： forced marriage (11)

Chapter 1100 Forced Marriage (11)

"What happened? I stole your wife?"

"you……"

The old man's eyes almost popped out, as if he had been poked in his mind, and he was so angry that he almost swung a stick at Qi Mohan.

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

That immortal grandson is so big!

Qi Mohan didn't intend to continue chatting with the old man, so he walked up to Shen Fanxing and said angrily, "Aren't you going to play anymore?"

Shen Fanxing shook his head, "No, it's not good for women to play with guns."

Qi Mohan's mouth twitched twice immediately.

This **** woman!

Now what a goddess lady! !

"Who said it's not good for women to play with guns?" The old man looked at Shen Fanxing and said coldly, "Women should at least know some self-protection skills! There is really something compelled to do at that time, and they can only hold back men and get involved. Man, do you know?"

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips, "Got it."

"Go up and try!"

"Grandpa." Bo Jingchuan's face was cold.

"What? If I let her try, can I still kill her?"

"Brother Bo, what Grandpa said is right, I haven't tried it yet. If you have the opportunity, you should practice it. Don't when something unexpected happens, she even trembles with a pistol... Let's not talk about who is a drag, even herself. It can't be done..."

Yuan Sichun came out at this time and smiled at Bo Jingchuan with a light smile.

"Sichun is right! It's also for her good!" The old man agreed, "Sichun also goes up, let Grandpa see if your marksmanship has regressed!"

Yuan Sichun's face turned red, "My grandfather who is not good at shooting since I was a child, don't laugh at me if you can't shoot well."

"Don't laugh! If you can't do it, you're still better than other women!"

These words were obviously aimed at Shen Fanxing.

Bo Jingchuan's face was extremely cold, Shen Fanxing was holding Bo Jingchuan's hand tightly beside him, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

Seeing her like this, the anger in Bo Jingchuan's heart subsided a little.

He believed the deadly racing horses, and allowed them. Compared with the racing horses, this shooting was much safer.

She shouldn't be so stupid that she turned the gun upside down and shot herself!

Qi Mohan was unhappy next to him, "Hey, I said you, old man, do you look down on people so much?! That woman finally restrained herself for a while, you can't let her restrain herself to the end?"

"..." Shen Fanxing twitched the corners of her mouth, at this moment she really wanted to punch Qi Mohan unreservedly!

"What do you look down on? Let's touch the gun first!" The old man waved his hand with a hint of disdain, and greeted Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing to stand on the target.

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing, curled his lips in disdain, picked up the pistol, held it in both hands, and fired three shots one after another at the newly replaced target.

The first shot, 8.3 rings.

The second shot and the third shot seem to have found a little bit of feeling, 8.6 rings and 9.1 rings respectively.

Yuan Sichun's eyes finally lit up when he saw the shot within the Nine Rings, he put the pistol on the table, turned his head and glanced at Shen Fanxing proudly, and then looked at the old man, and said shyly:

"I haven't played this for a long time, I'm already rusty."

The old man nodded again and again, "It's not bad that I can still hit the ninth ring."

Qi Mohan, who was on the side, snorted coldly, "It's fine to hold the gun with both hands, and the nine rings will wipe the edge, so that's not bad? Your requirements are really low! Big star, just shoot two guns... What kind of people do you learn to hold the gun with both hands? gun..."

"Bang bang bang" three times, before Qi Mohan finished his words, Shen Fanxing imitated Yuan Sichun to hold a gun with both hands, and scored a good result.

Not long after, the specific results came out on the radio——

The first shot, 8.8 ring.

The second shot, 7.7 ring.

The third shot, 6.6 rings.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Others are getting better and better, but she is good, and the more you fight, the worse she is.

Yuan Sichun was sweating when he heard Shen Fanxing's first shot result.

But when she heard the scores of the last two shots, she breathed a sigh of relief.

6.6 ring, hehe...

funny.

"What are you doing, Mist Grass Big Star?" You want to overwhelm that woman, why are you playing with this?

Bo Jingxing did not know when he stood in front of Bo Jingchuan, and when he saw Shen Fanxing's results, he couldn't help but whisper "Fuck".

Bo Jingchuan's pitch-black eyes narrowed, his eyes were on Shen Fanxing's body for a while, and the corners of his lips slowly evoked a slight arc.

When Bo Sichen looked at Shen Fanxing with a calm expression, he became more interested.

When Bo Yuelin looked at Shen Fanxing, the smile on his face was also a little shallower.

The old man glanced at Shen Fanxing, pursed his lips and said:

"Not bad, at least hit the target!"

Shen Fanxing smiled lightly and walked down from his seat.

The old man pursed his lips, but he couldn't help but glance at Shen Fanxing, with a look of doubt that could not be concealed.

Shen Fanxing stood aside calmly, frowning slightly and shaking his hand.

"What's the matter?" Bo Jingchuan asked in a low voice.

"My hands are numb!"

Hearing Shen Fanxing's answer, the old man suddenly hummed.

He knew it must be a coincidence.

No wonder the back is getting worse and worse, it turns out that the recoil of the pistol made his hand numb.

It's a shame that he just thought she was hiding!

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing disdainfully, at this level, what qualifications does she have to stay by Brother Bo's side?

But what the **** is Brother Bo thinking, just like this woman, why does he still spoil her so much?

The intimacy of the two made her jealous. She just won the shooting, and this time she can't wait to chase after the victory!

"Sister-in-law, should we go to the horse racing?"

Shen Fanxing squinted at her, with a cold and mocking smile in her eyes, and answered with only one word:

"race."

"What horse racing?" The old man asked suddenly with a frown.

Bo Jingxing sneered when he saw Yuan Sichun's unrelenting appearance.

"Yuan Sichun, you used to ride horses and shoot sports cars when you were a child, and now you are stubborn with someone who knows nothing. Do you feel honored to win?"

Bo Jingxing's words made Yuan Sichun's face change slightly, but after a while, he said again:

"Bo Jingxing, you should have some degree of eccentricity. At the beginning, it wasn't me who said she wanted to compete, and I didn't force her to compete with me. Those who didn't say any rules were not what I said..."

Yuan Sichun's words were not very pleasant, not like what she usually should say, as if she was being pushed into a hurry.

The old man sank his face and his voice was even more gloomy, "What's going on?"

Bo Jingxing sneered, "Horse racing, I just want the result, no matter what the process is!"

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at Shen Fanxing, and said coldly:

"You brought it up?"

Shen Fanxing nodded with a calm expression.

"it's me."

The old man fell silent, staring at Shen Fanxing gloomily.

"It's enough to do one thing of the same kind, don't repeat the same trick."

Shen Fanxing hooked her lips, she knew that the old man was talking about the slap she was slapped by Elsa in Hong Kong.

"Results matter."

But… the process is more important.

(end of this chapter)