Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

Yan Huan sighed slightly.

Since he was caught by a man, there is no need to hide it.

She said honestly, "I just don't want to do nothing next time there is danger."

"Also, I want to protect the people around me, not only Joe, but also you and Jolin, Sister Feng Jiao..."

The man raised his hand and pressed it on her lip flap. He said faintly, "I know."

Yan Huan's pupils are dilated.

She poked away the man's hand and was a little excited. "Don't you object to my study?"

Li mingjue looked at her with low eyes, "I object, so you won't do it?"

Of course not.

It's just that I don't hide it from him or not.

Li mingjue also understood her temperament, but said, "as long as you like, learn if you want."

Yan huangang was about to cheer when he heard the man youyou say, "but if you want to learn, learn well."

Yan Huan blinked, "I have studied hard."

"I mean to find a good teacher to teach. Don't learn some bad shooting skills. It's easy to lead you astray."

Yan Huan subconsciously looked at the old man with white eyes.

Sure enough, his face is bluer than a pea.

"What do you mean, smelly boy?"

Li mingjue directly ignored Bai Lao's roar and looked at Yan Huan's little hand full of red marks.

The sword eyebrows closed tightly, "how long have you been practicing?"

"It's six hours since the morning," she said obediently

Li mingjue looked at Bai Lao coldly, "what did you ask?"

Old Bai stuck his neck. "So what? If you want to learn marksmanship well, how can you do it without practice?"

Yan Huan also felt that Bai Lao was right. Just about to meet, he was interrupted by a man.

"Practicing in the wrong way is tantamount to taking detours. If you find such an unreliable person, you won't make progress for long."

"Smelly boy, you're really an old man. I'm old?"

Bai Lao seemed so angry that he directly took the gun on the table and aimed it at Li mingjue.

Yan huanleng was startled. "Grandpa, don't be impulsive!"

Li mingjue touched her head. "Don't be afraid. I'll solve it. You wait for me here."

Yan Huan Oh, picked up another gun, "then I'll practice again."

The man took the pistol from her hand, and his plain tone was mixed with bullying.

"Take a break. I'll teach you myself later."

……

Forty minutes later.

Yan Huan saw Bai Lao come out of the training ground with a sad face.

"Grandpa? Are you okay?"

"Don't call me, let your husband teach you. I can't teach you."

Yan Huan was stunned, "are you..."

The clear male voice sounded faintly, "just lost the duel again."

Yan Huan looked back at Li mingjue who was coming this way, "so you just went to duel?"

Old Bai snorted, "little boy, don't be complacent. I'm letting you! We'll continue to compete tomorrow!"

Li mingjue politely refused, "there's no time."

"What? I don't have time. I don't think you want to come! Hum, I don't believe it. Can you come, girl?"

Then old Bai came up to Yan Huan, "girl, listen to Grandpa. Come early tomorrow and see how I beat your husband."

Yan Huan smiled. "I really want to see someone press him, but he didn't lie. We don't have time tomorrow."

"Busy? No time?"

"Tomorrow is my mother's funeral."

In a word, Bai Lao, who was not reconciled, calmed down in an instant.

He straightened his waist and frowned at her. "Your mother died? When?"

Yan Huan put away his smile and said, "last night."

The white old man's face tightened in an instant. "No wonder you called me last night. It was because of your mother."

Yan Huan gave a faint hum.

"Grandpa, I don't want to talk about it any more."

Bai Lao patted her on the shoulder. "Grandpa knows, where is your funeral going to be held?"

Yan Huan was stunned. "Are you coming?"

"Of course!"

"But mingjue said you never participated in such activities."

"That's an outsider. You're my little granddaughter. How can you not be there about your family? You'll send your address to my mobile phone later. I'll be there on time tomorrow."

Yan Huan was stunned and looked at Bai Lao's back until it disappeared.

His words kept echoing in his ears, "you are my little granddaughter."

The spoiled tone made Bai Lao's serious face more friendly.

At that moment, she suddenly found a little warmth from her family in Bai Lao.

But there is also a moment.

After that, Yan Huan thought he might be crazy.

Bai Lao has no children, relatives or friends in his life.

I'm afraid the only people close to him are aide Li and Li mingjue.

Such an old man is used to being alone. How can he really know how to be warm?

Dispelled unrealistic ideas in the brain.

All afternoon, Li mingjue practiced with her on the training ground.

Almost without firing a shot, he would correct her posture, the inclination of the muzzle, and even be accurate to a small value.

In this way, he is full of charm.

After only two hours of practice, she kissed the man when he wasn't paying attention.

The man who was still correcting her posture paused.

Side eyes looked at her, "are you tired?"

Yan Huan looked at him with beautiful eyes. "I'm not tired. I just think you're so handsome. I'll kiss you if I want to."

She was rarely so straightforward, so cute that he wanted to press it in his arms and ravage it.

He put down his pistol with a warm face and said faintly, "next time you practice your gun, you should concentrate. Don't do such dangerous actions again."

Yan Huan smiled and slowly took it back.

What is... Dangerous action?

She just kissed him.

That's not his usual reaction.

I didn't expect him to have any follow-up reaction. As she said, I just kissed if I wanted to.

But the man's calmness at the moment still makes her feel a little lost.

She Oh, silently picked up the gun and began to practice again.

The man didn't stop, but the frequency of correcting her was obviously much less than just now.

After practicing for another hour with suffocation and blisters on her hands, she put down her gun and went to the lounge.

The training ground is connected between the lounge and the bathroom.

It only belongs to Bai Lao and Li mingjue, so there is no distinction between men and women in the bathroom.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she naturally glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

The memory of that night poured into my mind for a moment.

Recalling the coldness of men just now, she glanced her lips, "who says women are fickle? I think men are the most fickle."

"Really?"

A low faint male voice came.

Yan Huan didn't react yet. She skimmed her lips and continued, "of course. I loved you a second ago. I abandoned it a few days ago."

And since she went to the hospital for examination, the man has never touched her again.

Basically, it's just a shallow kiss. If it's bad, it's hugging her.

She used to be far less positive about such things than him, but in the past, she was basically three or four times a day. Now she doesn't touch her for a few days, which inevitably makes her feel worried.

The man's thin lips overflow a few words, "in addition to me, there are people who love you to death?"

Yan Huan suddenly recovered and noticed that the man didn't know when he stood behind him.

Wearing a sports T-shirt, he leaned against the wall with his arms and looked at her.

Seeing her turn back, he got up and walked over, lifted her chin, and pulled a little cold from the corner of his lips.

"Who loves you to death? Huh?"

The strong vinegar made Yan Huan feel flustered.

"Of course you are the only one who loves me."

Li mingjue approached her, "when did I abandon it?"

The man's breath is close to her skin, and the two people's breath is intertwined with each other, ambiguous and exciting.

Yan Huan pursed her lips and stared at him.

Good guy, start hooking again - lead her!

With a slap, he patted off the man's hand.

She held her breath: "can't I talk to myself?"

Li mingjue looked at her with low eyes for a while and said, "huan'er, you've been getting more and more angry recently."

Yan Huan: "

She bit her lip. "Are you beginning to dislike me?"

"No, I just think it's bad for you to be angry too much."

Yan Huan snorted and ignored him.

The man raised his hand and gently pulled her little face over, bent over and looked at her, "so, what are you angry with?"

"Say it and we'll solve it together."

Yan Huan's face turned red.

How can she say such a thing?