"Our young marshal in Rongcheng."

Fei Shiting gradually trembled.

"Tong, you haven't told me that I'm here to be San'er."

"Take a try and you will become a regular palace."

…

Commander's Mansion.

The sun is strong at noon and the sky is cloudless.

On the shooting range.

The slender figure stood there, her uniform draped over her shoulders, and she wore a white shirt inside. The clothes were tied in military trousers, and the boots were cold and shiny.

She played with the gun casually, wearing black leather gloves, and stood casually. At some point, she suddenly pointed it at a distant target casually.

Pull the trigger.

"Bang--!"

"Bang--!"

Ten rings and ten rings.

Ran Bai calmly withdrew his gaze, suddenly turned his gaze sideways, and accurately looked at the figure walking from a distance.

The thin and red lips curled up a lazy smile.

"gentlemen."

The man nodded and walked over, his body and bones clear, his voice was pleasant, and he was always gentle to her: "Have I disturbed you from practicing guns?"

Ranbai threw the gun aside casually and walked towards him: "How could it be?"

"It's just that it bothered Mr."

The young handsome man has a weak face and a ruthless look, and his peach blossom eyes are bright and windy. Only in front of him will he restrain his ruthlessness.

The military uniform was draped over his body, and the golden tassels swayed. As he moved, he unbuttoned two shirt buttons, his collarbone was looming, and his lines were cold and white.

The voice is filled with affection, as if the lover is whispering in his ears.

Mo Chen thought of the three trucks today, paused and told him: "There is no need to send so many Clivia in the future, and the school will soon be unable to put it down."

Large areas of white Clivia were planted in the backyard of the head mansion.

Just for one person to like.

Ranbai casually hooked his hands and played with it: "Don't sir?"

"I like it, just-"

"That's enough. It's good if you like it. There's no need to worry about anything else. I'm willing to give it to you."

Mo Chen knew her intentions and stopped refuting it. His fingertips rubbed the thin cocoon she had made with a gun for many years.

"Do you want to practice a gun?" Ranbai asked suddenly.

"Abai taught me?"

"good."

In the system space, Feng Luo and Aner secretly listened to the corner of the wall, watched the two of them talk about love, and chewing the watermelon with relish.

At some point, Feng Luo choked to death.

"What's wrong with you?" Aner was surprised. "Will you get stuck after eating melons?"

Feng Luo barely swallowed it and gave himself a smooth look: "I... forget it, it's okay."

Didn’t the priest play this weapon when he was in the world before?

Forget it. When he doesn't know.

On the shooting range,

Ranbai Manran stood behind the husband, close to him, with long and distinct fingers pressing on his hands. The temperature of the black gloves was a little cold. He taught him how to hold the gun, and his voice was slightly lower and nice: "This way, higher."

"Is this how?" Mo Chen was calm and focused, with a clean and distinct side face and a thick eyelash curvature.

Accompanied by the movement, the clear and pleasant fragrance lingered in his breath. Ranbai looked slightly sideways, his eyes darker, he narrowed his eyes with unknown meaning, and his tongue tip pressed against the tip of his teeth, and he nodded after a while.

The standing posture was like hugging from behind, with thin white lips slightly curled, the wind was light and the clouds were light, the cold fingertips pressed on the husband's hand, and they held the trigger together, whispering: "How many rings do you want to shoot?"

"Ten Rings."

"Then it's ten rings."

The sound of "bang-!" tore the air and overlapped with the heartbeat of a moment.

The moment Ranbai shot, his other hand raised his other hand without any scruples and pinched the husband's jaw and kissed him.

A deep kiss unscrupulously along the lip line.

Aggressive crush.

Filled with unhelpful scents.

"It's still outside..." He frowned slightly, at a loss, and pointed his finger at her, but didn't push it away.

"What are you afraid of?" The metal badge in the military uniform hurt him, the color was cold and moist, and the lazy voice was low and squeamish, "No one dared to look at it."

She smiled, her thin lips were so delicate that she bit his earlobe that was as thin as a cicada's wings. Her voice overflowed from her throat, and she was a little ambiguous: "Sir, I'm back very early today."

The gentleman's eyelashes drooped, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes were also blurred with a little light. His eyes were shimmering like crabapple flowers blooming, and his breathing was chaotic: "This is the day."

"Um……"

Even his speech was as breeze as snow, and his tail sound was a little broken: "Abai, don't be too presumptuous."

"Wait for the night?" Ranbai deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and made a playful and elongated his tone, smiling, "Sorry, I can't help it."

Although it was an apology, the tone was not heard at all, and it was even a bit frivolous and evil.

She is very good on weekdays, except for this.

"Go and go over and take a look." Ranbai Dandan pulled the collar, led him over, stopped in front of the target, held Mo Chen's hand in his left hand and raised it, chuckled: "Sir, touch it and look."

The young man's fingertips streaked through the target inch by inch, and finally stayed at the bull's eye, closing his eyes, and his long eyelashes were lingering: "Ten rings."

"Sir, great."

"I feel ashamed of it."

Ranbai leaned lazily on the side, his silver hair was scattered behind him, his shirt was snow-white, his military trousers were pitch-black, neat and clean, and he had a very seductive desire to restrain himself under the cold appearance, which was both banned and bewitched.

"Min is Mr." She stared at him, slowing down, "Sir, bear it."

"Come again-"

Every shot is fired.

Kiss once.

After practicing the gun until the end, the gun almost broke out.

When he returned to the study, the gentleman looked a little uncomfortable: "Have you used lunch?"

The study room is huge, clean and cold, and stacks of official documents are placed on the solid wood table.

"No." Ranbai sat lazily on the chair, with long legs overlapping, and patted the position next to him.

"Why don't you eat it yourself?"

"Wait until the sir is back."

Mo Chen sighed: "I'll do it for you."

The young commander half-squinted his peach blossom eyes and looked straight at him. His face was exquisite and sharp in the sun. He smiled for a while and turned into a romantic mood. The black military uniform draped over his shoulders was cold and eager, and the white shirt contrasted with each other, but still could not melt the coldness.

"I'm waiting for the husband to come back, not for lunch."

"Don't make trouble." He rebuked.

Ranbai supported the Taishi chair with one hand, and his figure fell lazily. The golden thin chains on the military uniform dangled, the color swayed people's eyes. His long legs were placed on the solid wood table. His lines were long and thin, containing the beauty of power. He was tied in the military boots, evil and arrogant.

The white fingertips gently tapped on the armrest of the Taishi Chair.

"Sir, this is not a fuss." She told him slowly, "It's only after that."

Mo Chen frowned.

She looked at him, brought the person to her, touched his eyes along her sleeve, her voice was low, and she asked almost bewitchingly: "Don't reject me, okay?"

The cold temperature stained his eyes a little hot. He pressed his white wrist with one hand, and the earlobes were red in color. The usual peaceful and clear expression seemed a little panicked at this moment. He took a deep breath and said calmly: "Isn't it enough for you to make trouble at night?"

"We have been separated for three months." The commander asked with his eyebrows and eyes turning evilly, "Don't sir, miss me?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, she calmly said, "This is a must-answer question."
Chapter completed!