Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Jing Tong bit his lip hard and was upset for a while.

To be honest, when Duan Zhe helped her just now, she also supported her shoulder and supported her arm, but she was not uncomfortable at all.

Because she didn't have any thoughts about Duan Zhe, nor did Duan Zhe, at least not dare.

Why is it changed to Jiang Yu now, she always can't help but make up so much?

At present, the man's movements are not insignificant, so she is also embarrassed to accuse the man of misconduct, she can only secretly spurn herself.

"...Don't be distracted." The man's low, slightly reproachful voice sounded again, "Be sure to concentrate when you shoot."

"Who said I was distracted." Jing Tong sternly said, then forced himself to focus on the target not far away.

...

Jing Tong has always been interested in firearms, so it didn't take long for her to leave those messy thoughts behind her head and really immerse herself in shooting.

Jiang Yu was also very patient and helped her to adjust her posture and help her find the time to shoot. When Jing Tong tried to shoot independently for the first time, she immediately progressed from off-target to the fourth ring. After practicing for a while, she even Seven rings were played independently.

After hearing the electronic sound, she almost jumped up in excitement.

"Have you heard? Qihuan!" She turned back, shaking her head at him proudly, "Did you improve so fast when you first came into contact with shooting?"

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly. "It's a ten ring in the first class, is it?"

Jing Tong glared at him and raised his gun again at the target not far away: "I can too!"

Jiang Yu pressed her arm to stop her movement: "It's not too late, let's go to lunch first."

Jing Tong snorted and looked at him provocatively: "Are you afraid of me breaking your record?"

The woman's face is still crimson after exercise, and she looks alive, so even if her eyes are provocative, she looks very cute, even... delicious.

Jiang Yu's throat rolled, and nodded: "Yes. Your talent makes me feel scared."

His voice was low, with a half-truth smile.

Jing Tong's face was reddish: "Hey, you think I can't hear you sarcasm me!"

Jiang Yu couldn't help but reach out and rubbed her hair: "You woman...I'm telling the truth, you think I'm unsightly, I'm coaxing you according to your words, you think I'm satire you."

"That's your fault too!" Jing Tong gasped his hands away. "Anyway, you can't speak."

Jiang Yu keenly heard her tone seems to be different from before.

He stared at her slightly red face, and suddenly realized that this difference might be called "coquettish"?

Jing Tong was angered by what he saw: "Hey!"

"That's right, I don't know how to speak." Jiang Yu's eyes deepened a bit, and it seemed meaningful. "But, you will still give me a chance, right?"

Jing Tong felt more uncomfortable, and always felt that the man's eyes seemed to see through.

She simply looked away: "...what opportunities are not opportunities. Don't you want to invite me to dinner? Come on, I'm hungry!"

"Okay." Jiang Yu nodded, took the gun from her hand and set it aside, then raised her hand and helped her untie her gloves.

Jing Tong was so uncomfortable in her heart, and now she saw Jiang Yu's low-eyed and focused look, and her heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated.