Don't mess with the rich girl

"Do you want to know the location of the moxiao river or what?" Mu Qingqing didn't want to delay for more than a minute. If the moxiao river was in danger, moxiao cloud would certainly look at Wang Xianliang from Xiao 99, which means that what she said seems to be reasonable.

"Can you explain clearly why old Hua saved you?" Wang Xianliang asked Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing stopped, which was what she had always felt puzzled about. There should be a deeper reason for Hua Lao to save her, but she doesn't know. This hesitation is also a kind of doubt that China is always uncertain.

"Then do as we say and order." Wang Xianliang knew she couldn't answer, and took this opportunity to finalize the plan.

Next, Wang Xianliang took Mu Qingqing to the shooting range. You can't be an undercover without shooting.

"Have you ever used a gun?" Wang Xianliang asked her.

Mu Qingqing has never used it. She looks at the people in the shooting range who are vigorous and fast.

The green figures of the army and the green of the mountain forest are integrated. Mu Qingqing walks among them. The light green gauze skirt feels out of place. But occasionally there were eyes around, but no one was distracted by her.

When the insurance was opened, Wang Xianliang handed her the gun, pointed to the leftmost target at the bottom of the hillside and said, "target No. 1."

"I don't expect you to hit as many rings as you can." Wang Xianliang's tone more or less means to protect her, but mu Qingqing feels some contempt for her existence.

Mu Qingqing smiled and squinted at the No. 1 target. Darling, the range of the pistol is only 50 meters. Wang Xianliang brought her a 200 meter target. Do you want to see her funny?

She closed her eyes to adjust the position of the pistol and the center of the target. She vaguely felt that the gun should be raised. After all, the bullet flies a distance, and the pistol also has recoil. If she wants to fall in the center of the target exactly, she must adjust her position.