Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Jing Tong didn't know for a moment that this man was telling the truth or was joking.

She snorted: "So, how do you now feel that you deserve me?"

"Probably because, I will soon become the most powerful man in this country." He answered calmly.

Jing Tongnu: "Shameless! The result hasn't come out yet!"

She thought that this man was really awakened, and even knew that he had lowered his posture, and he was still so arrogant and narcissistic in his bones.

Jiang Yu, however, raised the corner of her lips and took her arm very naturally: "Here."

The heat of the man's palm passed to her arm through the sleeve. Jing Tong was unnatural for a moment, but in the end he didn't break free.

This man is very cunning. If he dares to shake her hand, she must have thrown away on the spot.

Fortunately, after they entered the shooting hall, the man immediately released her.

Very decent, very gentleman.

But the enthusiasm suddenly left, Jing Tong even felt so little lost.

She secretly spurned herself and forced herself to focus on shooting.

"I also played with guns." She looked at the dazzling pistols on the wall and hummed. "You didn't take me to play, but some people took me to play."

Jiang Yu gave her a deep look: "Oh, what about those people now?"

"...That's because I didn't contact them!" Jing Tong stared at him angrily.

"It's okay, now I'll show you how to play," the man said, even reaching out and rubbing her hair.

Seeing that the woman was going to blow hair again, he pointed to the various pistols on the wall in time: "Look at which one you like?"

Jing Tong smoothed his hair without lifting his head. "Just the 92 style."

"Have you only played with this kind of gun?"

"...Jiang Yu, you're so talkative!" Jing Tong was annoyed. "Just because of my patience, changing other girls wouldn't want to take care of you."

Mom, this steel straight man! Do you understand what to say and what to say?

Jiang Yu ticked the corner of his lip, and admitted the mistake as if he were good: "Sorry. Since you played the 92 style, why not try another one today. How about trying the M9?"

Jing Tongji nodded noddingly: "Okay, then."

Duan Zhe immediately ran over to retrieve the pistol and shooting equipment. Jiang Yu first equipped himself and then put on Jing Tong gloves.

Jing Tong pouted, but did not object.

After he was equipped, when the man held the gun in his hand, his temperament changed suddenly. He looked cold and raised his gun at a target not far away. It took about one second to aim and "bang" "Bang" fired three consecutive times.

Jing Tong heard the electronic sound of the "Ten Rings" three times in a row. At first, she thought that the electronic sound was malfunctioning, and then she reacted.

"How is it possible?" She took a breath.

This man cheated! It's nothing to hit the red heart three times in a row, but he doesn't aim at it, which is terrible. This means that in actual combat, he can almost hit every shot.

Duan Zhe, Jiang Yu’s number one fan, already excitedly said: “Of course not! Miss Jing, don’t you know that our minister has always been known as a gun god? The record of the shooting course of the Military Academy is kept by the minister!”

Jing Tong drummed his cheeks and said nothing. Jiang Yu had taken off the headphones, raised his eyebrows slightly, and black eyes fell on her: "Try?"