Song Xiang was really tired, so he fell asleep in a daze due to the severe cold.
I woke up suddenly and saw a faint light shining in the darkness. I turned my face and took a closer look and realized it was a notebook.
"Where did it come from?"
Yan Han found that she was awake and first used his arms to help her up.
"Given it to Yang Ningning?" Song Xiang asked next.
Yan Yanhan raised the corners of his mouth and sighed, "Madam, this is a special period."
Song Xiang snorted, not really angry, and leaned on his shoulder, looking at something on the screen.
"What's this?"
The screen is completely dark, with only one or two pieces of code floating across occasionally.
Yan Han tapped a few keys on the keyboard with his fingers.
——d.nk
Song Xiang was shocked, sat up straighter and stared at the screen.
The legendary deep network is in darkness?
"What are you doing with this?" she asked quietly.
Yan Yan said coldly: "I'll tell you when I get out."
Song Xiang understood that this room was not safe, and everything he said and did might be monitored by others.
Yan Han was typing on the keyboard quickly, but she couldn't understand what he was talking about.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door outside.
"Mr. Yan, please come from our boss."
Yan Han's movements immediately stopped and he quickly exited d.nk.
He closed the notebook and walked out of bed with Song Xiang in his arms.
Open the door, it's not the third brother outside.
Song Xiang knew him and had spoken to him in the woods at that time.
The other person's eyes were not very regular and he kept looking at her.
"Mr. Yan, please."
Yan Han ignored the other party and turned around to hold Song Xiang's hand.
Song Xiang followed him, and she could still feel the gaze behind him, scanning her from top to bottom.
This feeling is like being swiped on the face by a snake, it is very disgusting.
When they arrived at Yang Zhen's yard, Lan Jingyu and Rong Qi were already there, with the sun lamp on the roof turned on and mosquitoes flying around them. However, these men didn't take it seriously and continued to drink and play shooting.
In this kind of place, unlike the Imperial Capital, the shooting ranges are very crude.
"Mr. Yan, are you having fun?" Yang Zhen picked up a bottle of beer, knocked the cap off the iron stand, and handed the foaming wine to Yan Han.
Yan Han took the wine and drank half the bottle, "How do you want to play?"
"What else can there be to do in a place like this? Just compare it to Liang Mucang. When you get tired of playing, go back and rest." Yang Zhen said.
It sounds like it has no purpose.
Yan Han's right arm was tied up, and Song Xiang didn't want him to play with it, but he didn't refuse, and even asked Song Xiang to help him pretend to be a soldier.
Song Xiang didn't interrupt. Weiguai sat aside, wearing a suit and a bow.
"Sister-in-law is very skilled in this technique." Yang Zhen said casually.
Lan Jingyu: "She is more skilled in opening a wooden warehouse and beating people."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yang Zhen looked sideways, showing a bit of curiosity, wanting Song Xiang to hit Liang Mucang.
Song Xiang had quickly installed it and handed the wooden warehouse to Yan Han.
Yan Han took Mucang with his left hand and pointed directly at Yang Zhen with Mucang's mouth, "You come first."
The commanding tone sounded like the situation belonged to him.
Yang Zhen smiled, stuffed a piece of beef casually, carried Mucang to the center, raised his hand and hit the target twice, both hits were red hearts.
"Good Mucang method." Lan Jingyu praised it.
Yang Zhen put down his hand and pursed his lips towards Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, please."
Yan Han stood up, holding Mucang in his hand, and his arm still resting on Song Xiang's waist.
He raised his hand, walked around Song Xiang's arm, and pointed it in the direction of the target.
There were people gathered around, all watching the fun.
thumping!
Song Xiang felt the shock and opened his eyes to take a look.
"Hey, Mr. Yan, you just missed the target?" Lan Jingyu smiled.