Imperial Commander Spoiling His Young Wife

After the last warning, Liang Xinyi suddenly learned, and occasionally returned to say a few words to please Yunyi.

Every time I see that her heart is not willing to say that those who are flattering, Yun Wei always feels the bumps of the bumps.

Learn this kind of thing is not like Liang Xinyi, the cloud is not in a hurry, and the face does not change color.

It was not a few days to find that Liang Xinyi and Yun Chuhan were wrong.

Yun Chuhan has always been low-key, and the entire cloud family regards himself as a transparent existence.

Liang Xinyi also never looked at this cousin that did not position. Recently, do things aimed at her, and the action could not be too obvious.

Yunxia is not a blind man, seeing, not to say, continue to install innocent sale.

After the promise, she had a little water deeply after her days after I learned to learn the Lei Brine.

The female magic is really a name, and she doesn't work with her.

Even if Muchan is guarded on the side, she is also in the same way.

With the information of a week of gun equipment, Yunxiao remembers all the models.

"Picking the arm" This is a big project, in Li Zi's opinion, the light will die hard, but also use.

Standing next to the instrument table, the Yunyi lifted two models, and Li Zili suddenly broke his face.

There is a penalty of 50 push-ups, on the grass, and the cloud is difficult to finish hundreds of push-ups.

At the end, there is no strength at all, all are perfunctory.

Muchechi can't see it, stand up from the chair under the tree, pulling people from the grass.

"Young Shuai, the scorpion is wrong place!"

Muchan, Li Zili, starts the hair.

Muchechi is too lazy to give her, pulling the hands of the clouds, and smashing a few words in her arrair, and relieving her uncomfortable.

"You are used to it!"

Li Zili really didn't look at his appearance of his slap, and he snorted to the tree to rest.

Yunxiao looked up, and coughed, "Young Siki, you don't have to help me cheat. This level of training, I can live!"

"I didn't accept it."

Muchan slowly slowed his hand, and she turned her shoulder to turn it to the instrument table.

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

"You don't use this, you want to know them, you must be familiar with them."

His voice is low, and the warm breath is on her neck.

Inexplicable, Yunxia suddenly felt that his face was burn uncontrolled, and the next consciousness retired back.

Just returned, the whole back is hit by a man with a hard chest.

He has a mature man's breath, a faint mint thinks that it is around her, let her have a heartbeat!

He reached out and buckled her hand on the gun shell and let her feel this cold weapon.

The dry big pair is slightly cold, and the finger has been vigorous, and it is rigorous with a subtle thick.

"This is the Kirt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol, here is a buzz, this is a chamber, this is a hit needle, this is a housing, this is a housing cassette ..."

He covered her hands and introduced the constructor and principles of the gun.

Ded so close, she is around the cold breath.

The back and back of him, as if putting the burning of charcoal fire, burning her heart, almost forgot to breathe.

Some different emotions implemented her limbs, and the clouds were red, and I forgot what to respond.

"Chinese medicine puts the pulse, Western medicine, you only know the illness and construct, you know where the patient is on the problem. You only know the gun construction, you can control it, use it. So you will give you guns. It will not be used. "

He hit her hand, and he hit it, and smiled and taught her to play a shot.

"Of course, I don't want you to have a chance to play the battlefield, and I don't want you to use it for a day in the future. The battlefield is a man, you stand behind me."