The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

There was a gunshot, and there was a sigh.

Su Yan squinted her eyes and missed the shot a little bit. She missed the heart, but it was still close.

She heard Feng Shiqi's unceremonious sarcasm, "How did you get here? After practicing for so long, you can't even compare to a woman."

Feng Jue has always been mean when he speaks, this little soldier can't stand it with a sudden strike. Although he misses the shot, all the people here are handpicked out of thousands of people. It is difficult to hit at such a distance, not to mention this For the training this time, he deliberately chose a weather with strong wind and dazzling sun.

The difficulty of shooting has increased greatly, and they didn't last long.

If everyone had the same marksmanship as the commander of the army, they wouldn't need to be subordinates.

Who is Feng Jue? As far as their thoughts are concerned, his eyes can see clearly. He immediately sneered and turned around, "Wen Luo, come here."

Su Yan blinked, not knowing why he asked her to come over. According to his usual temper, it is more likely to tell her to go to the office immediately.

But she thought about it, and asked herself that her ears were good, so she probably heard correctly, so she put the thermos bottle in her hand aside, and walked over slowly.

During this time, Su Yan came to report almost every day at noon, and sometimes she even stayed until evening to go with Master Jue.

Therefore, everyone in this military region knows that this girl is probably the best little lover of the master.

It's just that they couldn't figure it out, according to their violent and ruthless personality, they should be matched with a woman who is worthy of him, who is as cold and arrogant as Wei Yi, who joins forces with each other, or who is as unscrupulous as Yi Na versatile talents.

Even if it wasn't them, it should be Jian Lan, the gentle, capable and agile goddess in the military region.

After all, it shouldn't be this weak and limping woman.

Su Yan walked all the way to his side, Feng Jue hooked his fingers, motioning for them to hand over the gun.

The black pistol twirled around in his hand, Feng Jue grabbed Su Yan's waist and brought her into his arms.

Then the other hand guided her to hold the gun.

Su Yan looked up at him in surprise, is he going to teach her how to shoot?

Feng never looked at her, his eyes were fixed on the red bullseye not far away.

"Look at the front," her voice slowly, with guidance, "eyes fixed on red."

His hand taught her the right stance, the right way to hold the pistol, finger on the trigger.

"Don't think about anything, adjust your perspective, don't be pierced by eyes, feel the direction of the wind with your skin, and pay attention to the severity of the wind."

All she could hear was his voice, and there was only the red bull's-eye in her eyes, and all her nerves were mobilized to feel the wind.

Feng Jue let go of his hand, only the other hand holding her waist remained.

Su Yan concentrated all her attention, waiting wholeheartedly for the right time for what Feng Jue said.

Suddenly, for a second, she felt the wind suddenly stop.

"shot."

When her head reacted, her fingers moved first.

The gun rang and hit the red heart.

There was incredible rioting and cheering throughout the audience.

Even Su Yan looked at the pierced hole in disbelief, but didn't realize it for a while, did she hit it?

She was still watching blankly, Feng Jue had already taken the gun out of her hand, handed it to the person closest to them, then put his arms around her waist, turned and left without looking at anyone.

It took Su Yan a long way to realize it. She raised her head to look at the indifferent man, and asked excitedly, "Did I hit it?"

Feng Jue looked down at her, "Yes, it hit."

Miss Su immediately felt complacent, "Am I very good?"

The first time, this is definitely the first time she touches a gun, ahhh, none of the elite men of the Feng Shiqi family hit it, but she hit it, and she was very happy.

With her smug little appearance, Feng Jue couldn't help but want to hit her, and slapped her on the back of the head, "It's too little, if you don't have me, it would be great if you can hit the target."

He was indeed right about this, although Su Yan fired the bullet, but Feng Jue had already adjusted the precise angle for her, and even told her the timing of the shot without missing a second.

It can only be said that Su Yan's cooperation is very high, she will do what he says, no matter what, the execution ability is quite enough.

Therefore, if you want to say that Ms. Su is powerful, it would be better to say that Feng Jue is powerful, and that a real famous teacher produces a great apprentice.

However, it is impossible for him to speak so clearly like the woman who taught him.

Although most of the facts are like this, Su Yan also admitted that without him, let alone a heart, she probably wouldn't even be able to touch the target.

However, she firmly believes that although Feng Jue took most of the credit, she also contributed a small part. How can she say that her father was the number one killer in Yemen in the world of killers back then, and she should not be far behind as his daughter.

Maybe, if she was trained at a young age, she would also be a glamorous beauty killer.

For her small thoughts, Feng Jue was very disdainful, and didn't even bother to point out.

He just walked to the office with his lunch in his arms and his beauty in his arms.

Su Yan really wanted to struggle, should he be so naked in such a large crowd?He is shameless and she still wants face.

Excessive.

But her struggles can be completely ignored by him.

"Hey, Feng Shiqi, teach me how to shoot." In the office, Su Yan had to look at the man who was concentrating on eating, with a flattering expression on his face.

Feng Jue raised his head, glanced at her very calmly, and didn't make a sound.

For some reason, Ms. Su couldn't figure it out, she tugged on his sleeve and started acting cute, "Seventeen, I beg you, okay?"

The corners of Feng Jue's lips twitched, but it was very helpful to her nympho image of adoring him.

He touched her forehead, "Which nerve do you want to learn this?" Then he continued to eat worriedly, "Holding a gun will make your hands callus, I hate touching men's hands."

Now it's Su Yan's turn to twitch, what does it mean to hate touching a man's hand?

Mo Bai has been trained since he was a child, and his sharp spear is superb. Isn't it still amazing, beautiful and handsome.

Su Yan puffed her mouth, "I have a way to take care of my hands, and I will definitely not let her calluses. I promise, it will still be white and tender to the touch, okay?"

What she said is the truth, but she is a girl again, so she has a lot of experience in maintenance and conditioning, and there is no pressure at all to take care of her hands.

Feng Jue still had no intention of letting go.

He asked slowly, "What would you do if you knew how to shoot?"

Su Yan opened her eyes brightly, "You are very handsome, and I am always following you, who knows that one day I will be underestimated by others, will be able to shoot, and I will always be able to protect myself more?"