Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

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After the last warning, Liang Xinyi suddenly learned to be good, and occasionally returned a few good words to please Yun Xi.

Every time she saw her unwilling to say those flattery words, Yun Xi always felt goose bumps.

Learning to behave like this is not something that Liang Xinyi can do, Yun Xi is not in a hurry, and he does not change his face.

Within a few days, it was discovered that Liang Xinyi and Yun Chuhan had misaligned eyes.

Yun Chuhan has always been low-key and regards herself as a transparent existence throughout the Yun Family.

Liang Xinyi also can't afford to look down on this statusless cousin. Recently, she glanced at her when she was talking and doing things. The movement should not be too obvious.

Yun Xi is not a blind man either.

After agreeing to learn to mine mines with Li Zilan, her life was a bit hot.

The devil's head was really as her name implied.

Even if Mu Fei Chi was on the sidelines, she never showed mercy.

After a week of data on guns and instruments, Yun Xi accused me of remembering all models.

"Catch your arm and break your leg" This is a big project. In Li Zilan's view, it is useless to memorize it and use it.

Standing at the instrument table, Yun Xi carried the wrong two models in succession, and Li Zilan suddenly turned black.

Carrying a penalty of 50 push-ups on his back, his hands on the grass, Yun Xi struggled to complete a hundred push-ups.

In the end, his hands had no strength at all, and he was all perfunctory.

Mu Fei Chi couldn't stand it anymore, got up from the chair under the tree, and pulled the person up from the grass.

"Young Master, protect the calf in the wrong place!"

As soon as Mu Fei Chi came, Li Zilan began to fry.

Mu Feichi didn't even bother to shake her eyes, took Yun Xi's trembling hands, and rubbed **** her paralyzed arm a few times to ease her discomfort at the moment.

"You are used to it!"

Li Zilan didn't really see what he looked like as a faint junior. He hummed and turned to rest under the tree.

Yun Xi raised his head embarrassedly and coughed softly, "Young Master, you don't have to help me cheat. I can bear this level of training!"

"I can't bear it. I have the final say."

Mu Feichi slowly let go of her hand, pressed her shoulder and turned her to face the instrument table.

He stood behind her and took a pistol in his hand from the table.

"It's useless to memorize it like this. If you want to understand them, you have to get familiar with them."

His voice was low and deep, and a warm breath touched her neck.

Inexplicably, Yun Xi suddenly felt his face start to burn uncontrollably, and subconsciously backed away.

As soon as he retreated, his entire back hit the man's hard chest.

He had a mature man's breath on his body, and a touch of mint reminded her of the scent of plants and trees around her, making her heart beat faster!

He reached out and clasped her hand and landed on the gun shell, letting her feel the cold weapon.

The large dry palm is slightly cooler, with long and strong fingers, and faintly coarse cocoons.

"This is the Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol, here is the lug, here is the chamber, this is the firing pin, this is the hammer, this is the cartridge case..."

He covered her hands and introduced the structure and principle of guns one by one.

Close together, she was surrounded by the cold breath of him.

The back and back of the hand touched by him seemed to be scorching like a charcoal fire, which caused her to panic and almost forgot to breathe.

Some kind of strange emotion carried through her limbs, and Yun Xi blushed, forgetting what to do for a while.

"Traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine auscultation. Only when you understand the symptoms and structure can you know what the problem is with the patient. Only if you understand the structure of the gun can you control it and use it. lest you will be shot on the battlefield in the future. It won’t work."

He pressed her hand, pressed down, and chuckled to teach her a shot.

"Of course, I don't want you to have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, nor do you want to use it one day in the future. The battlefield belongs to men, just stand behind me."