Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Nan Heng frowned: “Not necessarily, the human potential is endless, and the last time in Cambodia was enough to prove that some of the most unexpected people sometimes became the key to victory. ”

Besides, no matter what the shooting is like, she is clearly trying to protect her man's heart, and has made a smile appear on the lips of the nearly broken ink scene.

Two people, one here, one at a certain point of shooting that swallowed slowly at the shooting range, were able to forcibly feed him a bite of dog food far apart.

The corner of Nanheng's mouth will give way in front of the monitor screen so that Mo Jingdeep can continue to admire his wife's back here.

……

The sky is getting darker and brighter around the base, especially the gun range, where the lights seem to be brighter than other training sites.

The wind was bright and cold, but the season warm was fun, shooting at targets 50 meters away, proved that she could not really hit more than 100 meters, but she could almost hit more than five rings within 50 meters and 50 meters.

Feng Ling initially stood beside her to teach her all the moves, and now it's already Seasonal Warm herself standing here to train for sight, and Feng Ling opens up behind her from time to time to guide her in which position irregularities.

After more than half an hour of training, when the cold wind warmed up and she was sweating, she moved a dozen steps to the side, intending to challenge that 100-metre target again.

“Bang."

Warped again.

Season Warm leaves his mouth open and loads the bullet as he says: "Fengling, how many years have you been practicing your shooting skills so well? Does this 100 meters take a long time? I feel like the wind speed also affects the direction of the final hit...”

There was no answer behind her, and Seasonal Warm continued to shoot at targets 100 meters away.

All of a sudden, her hand was warm and she was about to pause the shooting. She didn't have to look back to find out it was Mo Jingdeep.

The man surrounded her with a clean smell, he didn't speak, he just stood behind her and held her at the waist, his other hand holding her finger, a gentle, dumb voice sticking to her ear: "Try now. ”

Seasonal warmth felt that her hands did not seem to differ much from the previous distance, but it also seemed to be which angle she had not been able to control corrected. She was reluctant to pull her fingers directly against the target 100 meters away.

Boom.

Right in the center of the target.

Looking at the target heart shot through, the season warms: “…”

On several occasions in Cambodia, she was afraid of a deep incident in Mojing, which turned out to be he had no intention of shooting at all.

Seasonal warmth looked back at the man behind her, the cold wind blew through, Mo Jingsheng opened the black cashmere coat she had previously bought, held her whole person in her arms, and then wrapped her in her clothes, while taking off the gun in her hand and throwing it to Fengling.

Feng Ling grabbed the gun conveniently and smiled in the direction of the warmth of the season, consciously walking away.

“Have you been standing here so long, not cold?” The man's low voice clings to her ear.

“It's not cold, it's exciting.” Seasonwarm smiled honestly, because she smiled a little shy just now because she couldn't get the shot on the stage. She smiled at the corner of her mouth. She didn't feel cold, but now she is wrapped in a man's arms with clothes. She still turns around in his arms, so she lifts her hand and hugs him in the back: “Aren't you in there talking to Nam Heng and them about things? Finished? ”

“Nothing important. I met an old friend.” Mo Jingdeep kissed her on the forehead: “Shoot something like this. You just have to play here, you don't need to learn to do it, there won't be any more opportunities for you to shoot. ”

“I just suddenly felt that Feng Ling was particularly handsome. I felt that the handsome side of the woman was also particularly attractive. I wanted to learn from her when I arose. ”

The man looked at her in the dark and quiet eyes and slowly laughed lower and lower: "You're very attractive now, what more do you want to hold on to? I'm under a lot of restraint. Are you going to let me spend the night in bed with you until you die? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

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The next day, noon.

Ink views drive deep and black Bentley directly into Ink's estate villa in Los Angeles.

Although it is not as big as the old Haicheng Mojia house in the green water of Qingshan, there is also more than 1,000 meters, and a place such as Los Angeles, in the flourishing rich area, can have such a large estate villa, it can be seen that Shine Group has indeed stood in the American Chinese world for many years, after all, it is said that this rich area estate villa has been for some years, and it is not ordinary to live here.

Seasonal Warm immediately found two luxury cars parked on the apron.

She wondered, "Do the Mozies have many relatives in Los Angeles? Are there any relatives here today? ”

Mojing took a deep look: "No. ”

“Why are there so many cars? If it's just Mo's car, shouldn't it be parked in the garage? ”

Ji Wen glanced inside again, when George, a part-time driver, had greeted him: “President Mo, Mrs. Mo, welcome back. It's just in time for dinner. ”

Mo Jing faded, didn't say much.

Season warm opened his mouth to Uncle George.

As she was about to go inside, Seasonal Warm was suddenly held by a man's hand. She was forced to stop and look deep into Ink. She was just about to ask him what this was about, and he looked over her head unconsciously because of his gaze.

Mo Jing's deep gaze went forward and looked cold at Su Zhi Lan, who had just walked out of the villa door. The smell on the man instantly faded to a new height.

How morbidly pale and weak the ink landscape was the other day, how cold he is now, with a silent and consciously frozen three feet of alienating air field.

Seasonal Warm also thought about countless possibilities at the beginning. After all, Mozambique intended to photograph his best secretary, but never expected it to be Su Zhi Lan.

Since Su Zhilan is here...

Seasonal warmth glanced at the villa, so the Su family should be there.

No wonder there were so many cars on the parking apron. She turned around and saw an elderly man with white hair in front of the window of the villa. The Mo family had no elders of this age other than Master Mo, so it is estimated that this should be the legendary old Su.

Didn't get to see Mo Jingdeep in the hospital, didn't know where to find out they were coming back for reunion dinner, deliberately came to Mo's to wait?

Seasonal warmth was in a good mood and suddenly exploded.

This Miss Su really knows how to keep her soul together to achieve the most diaphragmatic effect!