Yun Shu could clearly see the person in charge coming and going and reporting something to Zhou Jingmo.
The place was spacious and bright, and the rest area faced the shooting area. Zhou Jingmo had no intention of avoiding her, so she watched the whole process.
But she wasn't too worried.
Half of the snacks she brought were eaten. She unscrewed the cap and drank the juice, keeping her eyes focused on the target shooting results of Zhou Jingmo and Qi Zhou.
Men who play with firearms look more charming than usual, and the muscles in their arms when they raise the firearm are full of temptation.
She wondered if Gu Xingze was like this when he was playing with guns, she suddenly thought.
When I think of Gu Xingze, I can't help but recall the cooperation we just talked about and the strange feeling of shaking hands with him.
The movement of drinking juice slowed down. She put aside the lingering discomfort in her mind and tried to focus on the transaction.
Freed from Gu Xingze's sense of oppression, she was able to think about the terms more clearly.
If she didn't mention cooperation today, Gu Xingze didn't seem to have any intention of breaking the fact that he wanted her.
But she still didn't quite understand why he was interested in her and why he refused to help her when they met for the first time.
...from the time he got the communicator?
But in the short few days between the first meeting and the contact, there was no interaction between them.
She slowly took another sip of juice. This peach juice was not as delicious as coconut juice and did not have that sweet fragrance.
After taking a few more sips, she couldn't help but think that Gu Xingze was simply doing a loss-making business this time.
Asking him for help, but only paying the price of a handshake according to your own wishes, sounds very unreliable.
What is he planning?
Is he playing some game that is more perverted than Ning Siyun's show? For example, he may believe in a certain religion. In that church, shaking hands is more exciting than being a bed partner?
My eyes were wandering as I thought about it, and I didn't even take a sip of juice for a long time.
In the shooting area, Qi Zhou finished shooting all the bullets and looked back.
"Brother Zhou, Yun Shu has been staring here. Do you think she is watching target practice or people?"
Zhou Jingmo ignored his teasing, put away the gun, and took the handkerchief next to him to wipe the metal powder on his hands.
"No fight."
"Come on. The recoil of this shotgun is really strong. My hands are a little sore."
Qi Zhou followed him, waved his hands and walked to the rest area, sitting down opposite Yun Shu.
"Yunshu, you were so excited just now, can you tell who among us won?"
Yun Shu glanced at Zhou Jingmo.
"Hey, Brother Zhou won. It seems you were looking at the target. Why didn't you continue playing?"
"My hand hurts." She answered simply, but her eyes still fell on Zhou Jingmo.
She suddenly thought that Gu Xingze was doing business at a loss, wasn't Zhou Jingmo the same?
He spent money to feed, drink and have fun with her, but he still hasn't even held her hand.
Are they all rich people like this? They don't like to sacrifice their bodies directly, but enjoy the gradual process?
It seems that Ning Siyun is not as rich as them.
However, if this is the case, then since the cooperation conditions apply to Gu Xingze, do they also apply to Zhou Jingmo?
She stared at the person thoughtfully. Zhou Jingmo didn't know what she was thinking. He glanced at her with his narrow eyebrows and asked in a calm tone: "What are you looking at me for? Didn't I say you can come another day?"
He thought she was worried that her hand would hurt and she wouldn't be able to play, and that she wouldn't be able to come out again later.
Yun Shu shook her head slowly: "If my wrist hurts for a long time, will I still be unable to play in a few days?"
Intuiting that she was going to cause trouble again, Zhou Jing Mo looked at her: "Then what do you want?"
"You should have experience? Can you help me rub it?" She stretched out her hand.
The posture is called open and natural.
The two people next to him were stunned for a moment.
Qi Zhou was astonished: "If you really do exist, how about treating Brother Zhou as a physical therapist?"
This is only a little lower than the level of arrogance in Wen Jin's year.
Ning Siyu never did this when she was still her real girlfriend.
"But my hands can't even hold the juice bottle." She stretched her hand forward again, and her fingertips touched Zhou Jingmo's thigh.
The other party made no move.
The two were in a silent stalemate for a while, and finally Zhou Jingmo pinched her wrist.
"I haven't even wiped away the gunpowder residue."
Yun Shu opened her fingers and looked at them: "Then wipe it for me."
Gu Xingze was so careless. Why didn't he get the gunpowder residue off when he was rubbing her hands?
Zhou Jingmo stared at her again.
Qi Zhou looked at them both with a complicated expression: "...the juice bottle is about to fall."
Can you please stop doing small tricks as if no one is watching? He is still here as a big living person!
Unfortunately, no one saw his complaint. Zhou Jingmo rubbed the wrist of his right hand and asked, "Where's the left hand?"
"It hurts too." Yun Shu stretched out her left hand as expected.
Considering that it was uncomfortable to stretch out her hand, she moved a little to the side, getting closer to Zhou Jingmo, and her slender arm directly touched his arm without using any force.
"You will enjoy it." Zhou Jingmo said lightly.
"It's okay. When will we come next time?"
"We'll talk about it after your hand is healed."
She moved her wrist: "It will be fine tomorrow. Can you come tomorrow? Your hand feels very comfortable."
"...be quiet."
She had no consciousness of being obedient, and looked at Qi Zhou again, asking: "What are you looking at? Where do you usually go to play? There must be more than one place, right?"
Qi Zhou looked at their intertwined hands subtly and replied absently: "Ah? There are so many places."
"So where are we going? Can I go?"
"Brother Zhou may not necessarily go to the places we go to," Qi Zhou looked at Zhou Jingmo's expression and said appraised, "He is busy with work, so he only comes out to get together with us occasionally. And there is usually Wen Jinnian, you still
Want to go?"
She said expressionlessly: "Why can't you go? If he gets up and runs all over the world, then I can only bury myself in the ground and not move?"
...How to answer this? Qi Zhou touched his nose: "Then you ask Brother Zhou, if possible, I will help set up a game. Do you know how to play billiards? I will teach you how to play."
"Okay, he promised that I can learn other interesting things," she asked, "Is playing billiards fun?"
"It's fun, you can also bet on football..."
"When did I say I agreed for you to learn those things again?" Zhou Jingmo interrupted their conversation.
Yun Shu was stunned, frowned and took her hand out of his hand.
"You want to regret it?"
"I only promised you to learn to cum...and you weren't allowed to cry."
"You have to take care of me when I cry. Why don't you take care of the Pacific Ocean?"
She shed tears again with a dull face, and Qi Zhou was dumbfounded by this skill.
This doesn't look like crying out of sadness, does it look like you're shedding tears to threaten someone?
Looking at Zhou Jingmo again, it turned out that it didn't take long for him to look cold before he chose to take a step back.
"Learn to shoot well first. I want to do a little bit of everything, but I can't learn anything well."
Hearing that tone, he still refused, but who couldn't understand that this was a compromise?
Anyway, Yun Shu understood, she shed tears and stretched out her hand again.
"Then I will come here again tomorrow to rub the key points."