A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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Thinking he was going to do something, he didn't expect to go to the shooting range of a certain military district in the suburbs.

Jiang Zilin got out of the car and took a look at the place. If he couldn't get in, the shooting range was not open to the public.

She glanced at the top of the hill at the back of the field, put on the telescope and got out of the car.

The selected location is hidden and the viewing angle is also good.

Raising the binoculars, I saw a man in the shooting range holding a gun and shooting a target from a distance. He was wearing a camouflage suit, wearing explosion-proof glasses, and his thin lips were tightly pressed. The action was very handsome. One shot one accurately, two guns in both hands, different Shoot the target in the direction without pressure.

She ate her leftover buns, and she didn't feel bored just watching him play handsome like this.

This person is patient enough to get the sun down immediately after training.

After more than an hour, he came out, changed his clothes, took a shower with short hair dripping water, smoked a cigarette in the cold wind, frowned and didn't know what he was meditating, then got into the car.

Jiang Zilin waited for him to pass the curve before slowly following.

The black Land Rover arrived in the city center and turned around along the block. From time to time, traffic jams made Jiang Zilin's tracking more difficult.

Fortunately, she has excellent skills and has not lost it.

When she stopped the car and looked up, her face suddenly sank and her heart was contemptuous.

After spending a day at the shooting range before, the degree of affection for him has increased a little, but he didn't expect that when the night came, this man would be just a disciple among all living beings.

Come to the bar non-stop to relieve boredom.

The best place for single and lonely old men!

Jiang Zilin clenched her fist, pressed the brim of her hat, and passed through a row of waiters greeting the crystal gate. When she entered, her eyes fell and she moved lightly among the crowd.

Seeing him meet with a man, they fisted, and the two sat down in a quiet deck.

The man looked younger than him, yelled and served the wine, the two talked, he didn't say much, the other said a lot.

Jiang Zilin sat in the distance and looked for a while, a little surprised that he didn't come to find a woman, but it was still early.

After a while, two more men came, one very tall and majestic, the other as gentle as jade, and four big men at a table. They stayed until nearly eleven in the night, coming and going around, intentionally or unintentionally. There are many women, but the four of them are cold-faced, and the only one who is slightly more enthusiastic is the bluffing man.

Then they dispersed at the door of the bar.

Jiang Zilin had returned to her car at this time, and saw him standing in front of the bar for a while, still smoking, hanging his neck slightly to make the silhouette slender and...somewhat lonely and dull.

The light is so good, let him quiet.

The lights on the side of the road, the occasional car lights, the shadows flashed across his face, the flickering lines, his half-closed eyes.

Jiang Zilin raised the binoculars in a ghostly manner.

The man's face is clearly in sight, his forehead is wide, and there are vague lines of forehead as he frowns.

Looking down her glasses, her gaze stayed on the bridge of her nose, which was as tall as a mountain, and then slowly moved down, to see his thin lips that were tightly smoking, sharp and angular, and deep and cool in the coldness. He is not exquisite in appearance and somewhat rough, but his facial features are very good, and he has an indescribable, hard texture, mature and silent, and dull and wise.

He squeezed out the cigarette butt and tilted his head, as if looking over here.

Jiang Zilin's throat tightened, she immediately put down the telescope, and her body sank.

The man's sharp eyes swept around, no abnormalities were seen, and he turned into the car.

Jiang Zilin patted her heart, annoyed, seeing him for too long just now, this person is like a leopard, equivalent to having eyes on the back of her head.

As soon as she came out, she followed behind with extreme caution, fortunately she could see the big and small roads in City A clearly.

When the Black Land Rover was on the viaduct, Jiang Zilin walked around the other one, and finally followed him under the viaduct.

He returned to the organ compound, late at night, and rested.

Jiang Zilin reversed the car and went back to her residence. She closed her eyes and thought that this was the man's day, shooting, drinking with her brother, and going home.Ambiguous 43 novel www.aimei43.com

It's boring.

but……

The fleshy orange little mouth turned up, and bored was boring, but how did she feel that it was a little silly, dull, and cute.

Next, Jiang Zilin continued to observe the man for three days.

It's boring, stay in the boxing ring the next day, sit in the bar at night, and go home.

On the third day, I didn't go out.

Basically sure, there is no woman around, and this product doesn't seem to have the thought of looking for a woman.The number that the hospital gave to the little nurse that day was supposed to be boring and wondering how to refuse.

Life is so monotonous, there is no man with complicated private life.

Jiang Zilin didn't expect this person to be quite clean, uh, seemed to have misunderstood him before?

...

After the observation, Jiang Zilin flew back to Hong Kong after staying in City A for a week.

After I went back, I got together with the children in the small team. A Fei said that the eldest sister was big and had received three new tasks, waiting in line for you.

Jiang Zilin asked, who are the employers?

If there is no Zhuang, she will not accept it. She hasn't done it for a person who pays ten thousand dollars, let alone she has something on hand now.

A group of children is strange. When did their eldest sister have something other than work?

Jiang Zilin drank it in one fell swoop, the cup was down, her eyes lowered, but she said nothing.

She has been with A Ling these days.

For nearly half a month, A Ling's body improved a little, and he was able to get off the wheelchair and walk around where the sun shines.

But when the eldest brother came, Ah Ling was quiet again.

There was fire in Jiangcheng and there was nowhere to spread it, so he yelled at his sister: "How long has it been since I came back, so many tasks are waiting for you not to take over and squeeze the place with others?"

"Is it because I am here to hinder you? People don't want to pay attention to you. She smiles if you don't come, and everyone is fainted when you come."

These words made the man who was in a bad mood even more gloomy.

Jiang Zilin was holding her mind in her heart, and wanted to talk to people close to her, but the eldest brother and the big man knew she was not pleasing to her eyes.

When the son got angry, the siblings had a fight.

Jiangcheng slammed the door and left.

Jiang Zilin bravely cursed at the door: "There are so many women outside, don't come and quarrel her again!"

"Zilin." A Ling sighed carefully behind the door.

"Broken man." Since she was young, her eldest brother couldn't scold him, and she would cry when he scolded her, because the eldest brother was the closest, and she was the same no matter how old.

A Ling anxiously handed out the tissue, "What's the matter with you Jagged Warrior?"

She burst into laughter and glared at Ah Ling.

With two hands rolling the crumpled paper, no matter how old a woman is, she is always a girl in her heart. If she is a girl, she will...have her concerns.

Besides, she is a rough, ignorant person.

The eldest brother knows to stare at Ah Ling, and her younger sister doesn't care!

A Ling got out of the wheelchair, sat quietly with him on the edge of the bed, and touched the crying woman: "The words he scolded you have also scolded you before. I don’t see you cry so hard, Zi Lynn, what's the matter with you?"

I am in my thirties, but my pure heart is like a child.

Shouting, screaming and killing are commonplace, but the human beings are so sophisticated, Aling thinks that Zilin is rather immature.