Li Qingqing is even more incredible. He does not believe in evil and carefully counts the bullets on the target. However, there are exactly 20 bullets on the target. Even the distance between each one is exactly the same.
"This How could this be... "
Song Ziming obviously didn't expect that, after a few seconds of silence, Wen Sheng said: "Mu Shao is really outstanding."
Mu Beiting light way: "accept."
With that, he took back his sight, reached for the bear in the boss's arms and put it into Su Xiangwan's arms.
Su Xiangwan bent her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes was shining. She looked at Mu Beiting and said, "you are so powerful, I love you so much"
he bent his lower lip, slightly bowed up, and his handsome face was close to her lips: "is there any reward?"
Su Xiangwan put her hand around his neck and gave him a kiss on the face.
However, Mu Beiting was never honest.
When her lips were about to be printed, he turned his head and pasted his thin lips.
Su Xiangwan slightly Zheng, red face back two steps, across the sunglasses ruthlessly glared at him.
He chuckled, as if in a good mood.
Su Xiangwan but turned to the boss, pointing to Mu Beiting's target and saying, "boss, can you give this to me?"
The boss hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "but can you let me take a picture?"
"Yes ~"
when the target was coming, Su Xiangwan was very happy.
With Kumamoto in one hand and the target in the other, I just think it's worth today.
Song Ziming slightly lowered her eyes, and her mood was unclear.
Until Mu Beiting and Su Xiangwan were about to leave, song Ziming suddenly opened his mouth in a warm voice: "Mu Shao."
Mu Beiting's eyes were heavy.
Song Ziming chuckled and said, "we don't know each other. It's better to meet by chance than to have dinner together."
Su twisted her eyebrows slightly.
This song Ziming, how can not disperse.
But with Mu Beiting around, she is not afraid.
Mu Beiting bent his lips and said slowly, "good."
Su Xiangwan followed Mu Beiting to get on the bus and threw Kumamoto and the target in the back seat. He couldn't help saying, "how did you promise him?"
He turned the steering wheel and backed up. He said faintly, "he is not afraid of you."
"But I already have a master of famous flowers." Su said in a warm voice at night.
Mu Beiting bent his lower lip and glanced at her. It seemed that he was in a good mood.
Two cars and a line of four soon arrived at a Chinese restaurant.
The restaurant is particularly elegant and quiet. There are bursts of sound of silk and bamboo water, just like bamboo forest path, winding path leading to secluded.
Mu Beiting holds Su Xiangwan in his hand. Su Xiangwan looks around and whispers something to him.
Song Ziming and Li Qingqing walk behind, not in a hurry or slow, but his vision lightly swept over the big hands they held together, and did not know what they were thinking.
After sitting down, I ordered a meal.
After a while, the food was delivered, all of which were extremely exquisite Chinese food and beverage. The exquisite jade carving, crystal clear, and perfect interpretation of the broad and profound imperial catering culture.
Sitting at the same table with two enemies who killed him in his previous life, Su Xiangwan did not have the resentment and uneasiness in his imagination, but calmed down more and more.
"The taste of the food here is relatively light. I don't know if the late generations are used to it." Li Qingqing spoke in a warm voice.
The voice just dropped, waiting for Su to speak in the evening.
Song Ziming then warm voice way: "it is because evening like light taste, I will choose here, Qingqing, you go beyond."
Smell speech, Mu Beiting squinted under the eyes, did not make a voice.