Contracted Husband: Doting on His Wife to the Bone

In the car.

Feng Ranran sat in the passenger seat, her face a little worried, her hands folded across her chest.

He said seemingly casually: "Miss Lu seems to be very familiar with you. Have you been in good terms since childhood?"

An Haoran was driving and didn't hear the overtones of Feng Ranran's words. Instead, he replied seriously: "Well, it's okay. When she was a child, she liked to play with me and Qingyun."

Feng Ranran's expression changed, and she just said lightly: "Really?"

"Yes, she likes to follow us, and A Ming likes to follow her, so the four of us grew up together. But something happened to her and Qingyun's families later, and they were all sent abroad. They only came back recently."

An Haoran explained to Feng Ranran that he thought she was caring about him, so he explained a few more sentences to let her understand his circle.

But Feng Ranran didn't answer anymore, and the car became quiet for a while.

An Haoran glanced at the passenger seat and found that the person seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed.

Seeing that the person was already asleep, An Haoran became quiet and stopped disturbing him.

When the destination arrived and the car stopped, An Haoran didn't call anyone. Instead, he waited in the car and stared at the people, waiting for them to wake up on their own.

I don't know how long it took.

When Feng Ranran opened her eyes, the sky outside was already covered with colorful clouds, and the warm yellow sunlight shone into the car. It was obviously already afternoon.

Seeing the person still sitting next to him, Feng Ranran frowned: "Why didn't you wake me up."

"If you're tired, just sleep a little longer. I just have to deal with official business."

An Haoran was staring at the person a second before he woke up. He did nothing else and just traced the person's facial features all afternoon, but when he lied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Feng Ranran didn't know that An Haoran had lied, she just thought it was true and believed it.

At first he was just out of anger and closed his eyes not wanting to talk to An Haoran anymore, but he didn't expect that he actually fell asleep along the way.

"Is the archery studio still open?"

Feng Ranran took out her phone and looked at the time. It was already past six o'clock. Summer nights always come later. Looking at the light outside, she didn't expect it to be so late.

"Have you rested yet?"

"All right."

An Haoran took out the professional equipment he had prepared from the back seat, then opened the car door and said, "Let's go then."

Feng Ranran also got out of the car and followed, and the two walked side by side. An Haoran had two equipment bags hanging on his left hand, and his right hand was holding his girlfriend's hand.

"Is it really not closed yet?"

"No, I've called in advance, don't worry."

Feng Ranran was relieved.

When they arrived at the venue, sure enough, the lights were still on, but there were no people inside. Except for a few staff members packing things, there seemed to be no other guests.

"Mr. An, you're finally here. If you come later, I won't wait." What came out to greet him was a tall, strong man with a beard, a handsome guy with a lot of hormones.

He complained a few words when he saw An Haoran, but he still shook hands with An Haoran in a friendly manner. The two of them moved casually and relaxedly, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

"How is business here now?"

"It's okay, it's the same, but I still have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to open this restaurant long ago."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, and then An Haoran introduced Feng Ranran. This was the owner of the archery hall, and he and An Haoran also met by chance.

"Mrs. An also likes archery?"

"It's okay. I've never shot an arrow before, so I'm more curious."

The bearded man smiled, then said a few words to An Haoran, and before leaving, he followed Feng Ranran and said, "If Mrs. An thinks archery is boring, I have a shooting event here, but I am not in a hurry today, I have something to do and I have to go back quickly. , I can’t accompany you anymore.”

Then he pointed at An Haoran, who was already making preparations not far away: "Your husband's marksmanship is pretty good. You can let him teach you. I'll leave now. See you next time." "Well, bye. .”

Feng Ranran watched people leave, and An Haoran happened to be calling her over there, so she walked over.

The target, arrows, and bow were all set up, and An Haoran began to guide her. He stood aside, picked up the bow, nocked the arrow, shot, and hit the target in one go.

Feng Ranran saw an arrow stuck on the target in the distance, hitting the red heart.

"Why are you so stunned? Come on, stand still."

An Haoran chuckled, turned the person's body over, and then adjusted her standing position.

"Well, stand up straight, don't lean."

"Okay, raise your hand, yes, bring it to your chin and aim."

Feng Ranran followed the step-by-step instructions, and with a whoosh, the arrow flew past. Feng Ranran stared at the target, but did not see the arrow she shot.

She searched around, but saw her arrow shot in the outermost circle on the target next door. Feng Ranran felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

She thought her aim was quite accurate.

"It's already very good. This is your first time. It's good that the arrow didn't fall to the ground halfway."

An Haoran comforted him in his own way, but Feng Ranran felt that he was mocking her.

An Haoran's archery was fast and accurate, but she didn't even hit the target. Without comparison, there would be no harm.

She refused to admit defeat and picked up another arrow, preparing to do it again to wash away her shame.

This time, An Haoran didn't let An Haoran give guidance, or rather, An Haoran didn't even have time to give guidance. The arrow had already flown out, and then...

When Feng Ranran saw the arrow dropped halfway, she always felt her face getting hot.

An Haoran, who had just encouraged Feng Ranran with this, also fell silent.

Feng Ranran took a deep breath and wanted to shoot another arrow.

But this time, An Haoran stood behind her, as if hugging her from behind, wrapping her whole body. His chin was just on his chin, and his hand grabbed her Hands, then lightly kicked her knees to correct her stance.

Taking her with him, he drew the bow, aimed, shot, and hit the target.

"Follow this feeling and try again?"

Feng Ranran nodded, lowered his head to take the arrow, but An Haoran did not leave. Instead, he held her hand again, hugged her whole body, and whispered in her ear: "Did you see it? Aim like this, and the arrow will shoot out." Keep your hands steady for a moment and don’t shake them.”

Then, with a whoosh, another arrow hit the bullseye.

Feng Ranran had to admit that An Haoran was indeed very powerful in this aspect, especially attractive. At this time, her heart and blood were boiling uncontrollably.

"I, I'll try it myself." Feng Ranran quickly pushed the person away, with an obvious blush on her face.

An Haoran had a smile in his eyes and walked aside very obediently. When he saw Feng Ranran's wrong posture, he just pointed it out with words and stopped moving.

This made Feng Ranran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then she concentrated on taking aim.

Although the arrow did not hit the bullseye, it hit the target at least. She gradually mastered the technique and began to practice it on her own.

An Haoran felt regretful, knowing that he would never have the opportunity to teach in person.

Then he behaved himself and started shooting with a bow.

His posture was handsome and unrestrained, both arrows were cocked, and they were shot out together, bang.The huge force caused the target to sway.

Feng Ranran stopped what she was doing and looked at An Haoran aside. At this time, his face showed a confidence and arrogance that was rarely seen in normal times, which inexplicably made people's hearts beat faster.

She turned around and saw two arrows stuck in the red bullseye on the target that had been stabilized.