ghost?

Ling Yun paused and suddenly turned around: "Do you think I'm possessed by evil spirits?"

What?

Chu Yujiang looked confused.

Ling Yun repeated seriously: "I asked, have you been possessed by evil spirits?"

"May I ask, what caused you to have such an illusion?"

Ling Yun seemed to have thought of something, his expression distorted for a moment, and after a long while he forced out a sentence: "Anyway, I'm not normal!"

"What's wrong?"

"You don't speak or act like him."

"for example?"

Ling Yun remembered that at the shooting range just now, Quan Hanting was so affectionate towards Shen Huan, and he felt a chill in his face as he moved his hands and feet without shame.

How do you say this?

"Just...just like that!"

Chu Yujiang raised his eyebrows, wanting to ask "What does that look like?", but looking at Ling Yun's instantly flushed face and unspeakable expression, he finally changed his question to a more roundabout way -

"Did something happen at the shooting range?"

Ling Yun nodded.

"Is it related to me?"

Nod again.

Chu Yujiang thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Is it still related to Miss Shen?"

This time it clicked harder.

Chu Yujiang understood immediately, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said consolingly in the tone of someone who had experienced it: "It doesn't matter, you call it 'dog food syndrome', just get used to it."

Ling Yun: "?"

…

But he said that in the shooting range, bang bang bang——

Three sounds in succession.

Shen Huan stopped her hand, took off her earplugs, and raised her eyebrows at the man watching the battle, "How?"

Bang bang bang!

Quan Hanting applauded, "A great teacher makes a great disciple."

"Tsk, you really know how to put gold on your own face."

"What, am I wrong?" Quan Hanting took the "Red Flame" she handed over, turned around, put it in the gun case, and locked it.

"It's true that I am a 'high disciple', but as for you..."

The man pulled her into his arms and clasped her with his big palm, locking her in place: "We haven't even finished crossing the river yet, and we're thinking about demolishing the bridge? Why don't we wait until the grinding is over before we kill the donkey?"

"Are you a donkey?"

Quan Hanting's eyebrows darkened: "I do think so."

"What?" Shen Huan turned around and looked at him with wide eyes, "Is your brain broken?" You actually want to be a donkey!

"Donkeys are better than donkeys," he came closer and spoke softly, "Be stupid, be stupid, so that you can feel more sorry for me."

Shen Wen pursed her lips: "I've never seen someone belittle myself like this."

"I am willing."

"...Silly!" An angry fist fell on him.

The strength is not too heavy, but it is definitely not light either. After all, after practicing for so many days, he taught me step by step.

With Quan Hanting's skills, it was not difficult to hide, but he endured it. Instead of getting angry, he laughed softly, like the sound of a piano chord, vibrating and resonating, unreasonably sexy: "Isn't this just called——little Punch you on the chest?"

Shen Huan: "..." Boss, you don't know too much!

"Still beating? Doesn't your hand hurt?"

"..." Don't tell me, it's quite a bit.

"Be good," he said, clasping her hands and placing them at her heart, "I can't bear to leave you here."

Shen Wen was caught off guard and was teased, and she forgot to struggle.

Their eyes met, and somehow they came together.

Quan Hanting directly carried her on his shoulders and walked towards the elevator.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!"

Quan Hanting clapped his hands, without exerting much force, and said, "Go upstairs."

"What?"

"you guess."

Master bedroom.

Quan Hanting lit a cigarette for himself, holding it between his index and middle fingers on his right hand, holding it as far away as possible so as not to choke Shen Huan.

Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly sat up, hugging the thin quilt with one hand, and reaching for the cigarette in his hand with the other hand.

"What are you hiding from? Give me a taste."

Quan Hanting shook his head helplessly and handed it to her with a smile, "Can you smoke it?"

"What, you want to teach me?"

"It's a pleasure."

"What a beautiful thought!" After saying that, he took a deep breath, but did not spit it out immediately. Instead, he held it in his mouth, and then sprayed it on the man's face.

Quan Hanting choked and accepted the order.

Shen Huan raised her eyebrows, sat up straight, looked down from above, like a proud queen, holding a cigarette in one hand: "If you want to teach me, I should teach you."

"You can do it!" Quan Hanting pulled the man into his arms.

"Hiss... be careful! I still have a cigarette in my hand, aren't I afraid of getting burned?"

"Not afraid."

"Tsk."

"You're hot, no matter how painful it is, it won't hurt."

"..."

"Do you want to give it a try?" Quan Hanting handed over his shoulder blade, with a look like "I'll torture you, but I won't resist."

Depend on!

Shen Huan's swallowing movement was a bit abrupt. With a flick of his finger, half of the cigarette ashes fell on the man's shoulder, and he heard a muffled hum ringing in his ears.

She hurriedly said: "Are you okay? I'm not the reason..."

"Baby, I told you, I will take whatever you give me."

Shen Huan was speechless.

After a while, she threw away the cigarette butt and said quietly: "Are you prone to masochism?"

His natural attributes are to surrender to violence, but not to her.

Shen Huan began to be confused.

Both looking forward to it and fearing disappointment.

The man seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled softly.

In the chaos, Shen Huan caught an inaudible sigh, accompanied by a murmur.

He said, "You are my only conqueror."

Shen Huan smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

…

As the sun sets, fiery clouds ignite half of the sky.

Ningcheng is shrouded in an orange halo, infinitely beautiful.

In an alley paved with bluestones, vendors have closed their stalls and gone home one after another, with happy and satisfied smiles on their faces, which shows that the day has been fruitful.

Sitting on a stone pier in the corner was a woman wearing a peaked cap.

A simple white T-shirt, paired with black shorts, only long enough to cover the thighs. A pair of long, slender and white legs overlap, and the foot wearing black high-heeled sandals is half rolled on the other calf, forming an enchanting posture. .
To be continued...