Can a young man like him know how to cook? Can he make such gorgeous and unforgettable meals? And...for her?
This... this is too impossible!
She doesn't have any merits. This young master is so powerful that he has no reason to be interested in her. He even cooks for himself. This guy can't be kicked in the head by a donkey or really suffer from intermittent psychosis!
Yu thought so, with thousands of excuses in mind, but he still couldn't help but blush and his heart beat like a drum. He held his head and shook it hard, but he couldn't get rid of everything about Master Tou.
But it just happened at this moment.
Squeak, a sound behind me, a parking car, a door opening, footsteps.
A fresh fragrance came, and the familiar body fragrance came close to her. Due to excessive vigilance, her sense of smell was extremely sensitive. When his smell entered her nose, her heart suddenly beat so fast that it seemed like she was about to die. She couldn't sleep.
There is a jumping sound.
"Miss Yan, follow me."
The brief command voice was as cold as usual.
Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and his face turned red as he looked at his back.
Why!
She is so ordinary, so useless, so useless, so vulgar...
Young Master, what do you see in me?
He screamed in his heart, but still looked useless and did not dare to disobey this young master. He followed him and followed him to the underground shooting range in the backyard of the villa, and then he stopped slowly.
Master Tou didn't say much. He called and gave instructions, and one of his men walked in, handed over an exquisite black painted square box, and stepped aside.
"Open it." The young master ordered Xiaoyu.
Yan Xiaoyu stepped forward, found the lock, and opened the square box in twos and twos. When he saw the contents inside, his hands couldn't help but pause.
"Try it," the young master clasped his hands in front of his chest casually, and whispered, "Shape, angle, control the position, and make a report."
Xiaoyu stared at the women's short gun inlaid with rhinestones that fell in the palm of his hand. Knowing that there was no bullet in the gun, he moved the corners of his mouth, took the short gun obediently, flipped it back and forth in his hand several times, disassembled the gun, assembled the gun, and three times
After a 160-degree test, he neatly raised his hand to the sky.
Bang--!
The empty gun is released.
"The angle is suitable, the size of the female palm is suitable for controlling the gun, the appearance is exquisite, and it is expensive. It is a symbol of the collection of guns." The report was delivered with certainty, without any sloppiness.
Xiaoyu was a master of testing guns when she was in the police force. The series of smooth and smooth movements she made now made her eyebrows less frightened than usual and more determined.
The gun is fired neatly, the attitude is serious, and the test is accurate.
very good.
Master Tou rarely looked at this useless fish with a little more appreciation.
"Load it," Master Tou threw a few bullets and ordered with a gentle look, "Continue."
Fish took the bullet, hesitated for a moment, but still chose to keep obeying with his useless heart. He raised his hand to put the bullet into the magazine, quickly loaded the gun, raised his arm, and aimed at the gun target a hundred meters in front. He squinted his eyes and raised his right hand.
Pull the trigger finger with your fingertip——
Bang--!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five shots, ten rings each, hit the target!
Absolutely accurate!
At a 100-meter shooting range, if a short gun can shoot to this level, his marksmanship is among the best.
Master Tou curled up the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became more and more interested.