Madam, president loves you secrectly

When song Manxi heard the speech, a touch of doubt rose at the bottom of her heart. She put away the air gun, and a trace of uncertainty flashed in Yingying's eyes.

She turned her head sideways and looked at the woman in front of her in a black windbreaker, a curly ink hair pinned in a white fluffy hat, black sunglasses, covering most of her face and black gloves.

She immediately opened her eyes and blinked, as if she was sure it wasn't her own illusion.

The breeze was blowing and it was cool.

Looking at the woman's mechanical action of taking out her purse and paying for a gun, she smiled comprehensively for a long time: "well, I won't show mercy. The loser has to invite another person to dinner."

The woman took off her black sunglasses and gloves to show her beautiful beauty. She put her gun on her shoulder and smiled confidently: "OK, when the pocket money is gone, don't cry to your mother."

Song Manxi was stunned and said, "it's you. If you lose, don't ask the company to advance your salary."

"Don't worry, just you, you can't eat mine."

"Yes, the big gold owner behind you. With him, will you still be short of money?"

Song Manxi said, the woman's smiling eyes were cold, and her smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth. Only for a moment, a moment later, she hid again: "don't talk about him. Say how disappointed he is. Let's start. But I won't let you go easily because you are my sister."

"Me too. Even if you are my sister, I won't."

A battle that used to be one person turned into a competition between two people in the end. At the moment when the plastic bullet went out, song Manxi could only think of: living in the present.

Future things may only be left to the future to solve, but now, only those who live in the present will be the smartest people.

The competition between them was wonderful, which attracted many tourists to stop and watch. The children gathered to one side and looked at the puppets taken off the shelves one after another.

At the end, there was only one balloon left on the opposite side.

The two people looked at each other with a keen eye: "sissy, this one is the winner. It's not good to lose in front of so many people. Are you sure you want to compete?"

"When did you talk so nonsense?"

The woman smiled and shrugged as if she had a plan in mind.

Indeed, her hand speed was really fast. First, the plastic bullet hit out. In control, it skewed the one that song Manxi hit out, and then she hit another one.

Hit accurately.

Applause thundered at the scene.

Song Manxi looked at the broken balloon and trimmed his short hair: "hiss, it seems that I still have to impose practice. If you see my poor shooting skills, brother has to peel my skin."

The woman also put away her gun, took off her goggles, soon put on sunglasses and looked at him with her chest: "Oh, sissy, some things, some people, the standard can only be placed there. You can't ask too much."

Song Manxi glanced at her: "don't you have high requirements?"

"I'm different from you. You're a flower in the greenhouse. You don't need a gun to protect yourself, sissy. You should cherish your happiness."

Song Manxi felt another layer of sadness gradually floating under his heart. He felt that he shouldn't go on: "all right, all right, why is the speaking atmosphere so heavy? Didn't I lose? Let's go and have dinner."