My husband loves me too much

Chapter 59 064. From the side, Mu Hua seems to be held in his arms.

Headquarters.

Been waiting for two hours.

"How long do we have to wait?" Mu Hua asked the fat man, she was a little dizzy from the heat.

The fat man looked at the time, "I don't know, this place can't mess around, it's still early, just wait slowly."

Mu Hua is not a patient person, except when it comes to film work.

After waiting outside the gate until after eleven o'clock, someone finally took them in.

The leader makes an exception and arranges for outsiders to live in the collective dormitory. It is not suitable for Mu Hua to go with a girl. Fatty and two assistants accompany the movie actor to make the bed.

This is Mu Hua's first time here, and there is still a difference between reality and film and television works, so she is inevitably curious.

There was an unusual house opposite the training ground, and Mu Hua walked into it unknowingly.

Nobody inside.

It is a gun practice room. On the table are a watch and a teacup. The tea is hot and steaming.

There is also a gun, which seems to be just a model.

That watch kinda... looks familiar.

With the sound of footsteps, Mu Hua picked up the model gun on the table, turned sideways, and pointed the muzzle at the man diagonally behind him. His movements were clean and neat, and his bright and scorching eyebrows were a little more heroic.

"Don't move!"

Bo Qijin was calm and calm, without any waves in his deep eyes.

Mu Hua knew who was coming, so she dared to make a mistake. Holding a gun was just a whim of flamboyance. Fancy fists and embroidered legs can't scare people, let alone Bo Qijin who has experienced life and death.

"That's not how guns are held."

"...Huh?" Mu Hua was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassingly, "I just..."

Bo Qijin's unique breath approached, and his wrist hurt. He was the one who held Mu Hua's hand holding the gun, and easily snatched the model gun away before Mu Hua could react.

"First of all, one has to stand firm. When holding the gun, the arm should be straight and perpendicular to the body." Bo Qijin took a few steps and walked behind Mu Hua. Rigid, the right eye and the body of the gun are in a straight line to aim at the target."

While speaking, he held Mu Hua's right hand and lifted it up, teaching her the correct technique.

From the side, Mu Hua seemed to be held in his arms.

The distance is so close that Mu Hua can almost feel the warmth of the man.

Mu Hua wore high-heeled shoes, and Bo Qijin was right behind her. The height of the two was inexplicably harmonious. When Bo Qijin spoke, his breath fell on Mu Hua's ears. The smell of smoke was very light, and more pleasant tea aroma.

The intimacy came suddenly.

After the first few seconds of nervousness, Mu Hua relaxed, and adjusted her posture according to the man's words, which looked decent.

Her eyebrows and eyes were clear, calm and composed, "Can I hit the target in this way?"

Bo Qijin loosened his grip on the woman's hand, and replied with two words, "No."

Mu Hua, "..."

Mu Hua smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were bright, "I was taught by you personally, and it doesn't have to hit the center of the target, just hit it."

"This is your first time, the probability of aiming at the target is no higher than [-]%." Bo Qijin took half a step back, opened the distance, walked to the table and picked up his coat and put it on, "The [-]% , is luck."

Mu Hua, "..."

Sure enough, it's still annoying.

She just said something casually without knowing what to talk about. Is this man so serious?
Mu Hua put the gun back to its original place, and looked at Bao Qijin with a slight smile.

"It turns out that you are at this level, and I have seen it."

The implication is: Bo Qijin's skills are not good enough, and he can't even teach the simplest aiming target.

Bo Qijin didn't show any anger either, he just said, "Trespassing on important places will be punished."

In a certain environment, the aura around him is not the same as usual.

(End of this chapter)