Tie Ming elegantly offered a small yellow flower to Qin Xin, waiting for the response of the beautiful woman.

I was amazed to see this goose-yellow wildflower, the tender yellow petals and the duckling's beak the same color. Although it is not as beautiful as a rose, it is better to be fresh and lively, just like the youthful and flawless face of a little girl without powder - cute, which makes people feel good.

"Thank you, Brother Tie Ming, I like this flower."

"I'll put it on for you?"

Qin leaned his head over expectantly, half-tilted his head and waited.

Tie Ming straightened up, gently brushed aside the refreshing green silk, and put the flower hairpin in the bun for her. It's a pity that her hair is too slippery, and the little hairpin can't be used, so Tie Ming half complains and says:

"Your hair is so good, slippery than silk, and the flowers are pouring for you."

"Poor mouth!"

Qin Xin untied a small hairpin on his head, handed it to him, and said:

"Well, use this to fasten it up!"

Tie Ming took the metal hairpin, passed the slender flower stem through the gap of the hairpin, and then pinned it to his head for Qinxin, and finally did not forget to cut her hair, the tenderness in his eyes that could not be hidden.

As soon as Qin Xin turned around, Chong Tieming smiled, and the little yellow flower lit up her smile, what a beautiful girl. More delicate than flowers, redder than flowers, more beautiful than flowers.

"Qinxin, you are so beautiful."

Tie Ming couldn't see enough, didn't love enough, and was stupidly stunned as soon as he finished speaking. Qin Xin mischievously pursed his small mouth and pecked lightly on Tie Ming's face.

"Oh-"

Tie Ming suddenly woke up and turned around, his eyes widened.

Qin Xin strained on his mouth, like a suction cup on the tentacles of an octopus, sucking Tie Ming's face fiercely, and slowly half of his face was sucked up by her, and Tie Ming felt pain.

"Ah, refreshing."

"Hahahaha......"

Qin Xin was relieved, wiped his mouth and smiled, it was so funny - octopus kiss.

"Qinxin, aren't you tired of your own mouth? Your skin is sucked by you. ”

Qin Xin lay down on Tie Ming's lap, grinned and didn't speak, covering his stomach with one hand, gently caressing Tie Ming's cheek with the other, and said:

"Rub it for you."

Tie Ming held Qin Xin's hand, looked at her and said with a smile:

"You're so strong, you practiced it when you were breastfeeding!"

"No, I've liked to suck snail lions since I was a child, and I can suck out the snail lion meat no matter how difficult it is, do you think I'm powerful?"

Tie Ming covered his face as if he was afraid, looked at Qin Xin with a crooked mouth, and shook his head.

"It's terrifying, you little lady, sucking snail lion meat and sucking people's faces."

"Are you scared? Hee-hee. ”

The two laughed endlessly, and the pink bubbles slowly rose in the air, light and joyful, but ah, no matter how beautiful the bubbles were, there were times when they burst, "bang", bursting and shattering, leaving only the soapy smell rippling under the nose.

"Bang", out of nowhere, there was a burst of gunshots, Tie Ming and Qin Xin looked up at the sky, only to see a string of purple balloons rising in mid-air, the balloon at the bottom was blown off by a shot, and then, another balloon was hit, and soon, the whole string of balloons was knocked down, as if a bunch of big grapes were picked up one by one by an invisible hand of the immortal.

"That's a good marksmanship!"

Qin admired it, and little stars appeared in his eyes. Tie Ming was also impressed by his amazing marksmanship.

"Brother Tie Ming, let's go play too."

Qin Xin thought of playing when he thought about it, and Tie Ming readily agreed.

At the other end of the meadow is the shooting range. There are rows of stalls here, all the stall owners are men, and a stall is set up in front of them, and there are more than a dozen guns of all kinds neatly placed on the stalls, as well as some accessories.

The stall owners were busy soliciting business, some were picking up guns for customers, some were doing demonstrations, and some were staring at customers not far away from them playing shooting.

Qin Xin jumped like a deer and ran to the largest stall, and as soon as he saw the spear on the table, he was attracted to it, and he took one and tried the weight, good guy, real material.

When the stall owner saw her little girl, he raised his eyelids disdainfully, did not greet her, sorted out the guns on the table, and spit out a sentence lightly:

"Will you play? A dime at a time. ”

Qin didn't care about the price, he only cared about picking guns.

Tie Ming accompanied her to see the guns. Although these guns have been modified, they are obviously military guns, and this stall owner has a problem and dares to do business with military guns, and he is the only one in the entire grassland who occupies two storefronts.

Looking at the boss again, there is a bullet hole scar on his hand, listening to the momentum of his words, there must be no doubt that he is a dragon head at first, but how can he come here to set up a stall to do business? Hehe, the scars on his hands may explain it.

"Brother Tie Ming, what do you think of this?"

Qin Xin held a brown long-barreled small-caliber shotgun in his hand, the muzzle of the gun was cold, shining with a terrifying cold light. Tie Ming picked it up and looked at it, took out a white handkerchief and rubbed the barrel carefully, feeling its killing power, imagining the power of the moment the bullet came out of the chamber, which made people's blood gush.

"Friend, this gun is not a kitten, be careful!"

The stall owner said this, seeing that these two people thought that they were young masters and young ladies from rich families, and they didn't understand guns, and the sentence that reminded Tie Ming still had a contemptuous tone.

Tie Ming only smiled, paid, and took Qin Xin to the shooting range, aimed at a scarecrow, and glanced at the stall owner's injured right hand, and pulled the trigger, a bullet flew out with a "whoosh", piercing the scarecrow's right hand.

Tie Ming curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

When the stall owner saw the scarecrow's right hand that had been shot through, he unconsciously nervous, and his hand trembled uncontrollably, as if recalling the scene of his injury.

"It seems that I really underestimated them, these two people don't seem to be young masters and young ladies kept in vases, they still have a little insight and a little kung fu."

The stall owner secretly wondered in his heart, but Qin Xin on the other end pursed his mouth dissatisfied, raised his eyebrows, and said to Tie Ming:

"Brother Tie Ming, it seems that your marksmanship is not very good!"

"Oh?"

Tie Ming couldn't help but laugh when he heard the slightest hint of contempt and contempt in Qinxin's words. Why does this little girl look down on herself. I used to win the grand prize of the shooting competition in school, and I just praised myself for "the gun is not polished and bright", and I was ridiculed by this little lady when I turned around.

This little girl, it is much more difficult to fight than other parts, the target of the hand is small, but she can defeat the enemy with one move, and the enemy will lose its aggressiveness at once. Tie Ming asked Qin Xin:

"Qin Xin, if you hit the target of 'hand', isn't your marksmanship good?"

Tie Ming thinks that his marksmanship and ideas are very good, because it is not enough to cut off leaves, it is necessary to uproot the scourge, and people are the same, they can't kill killers with one shot, they can only beat their hands, and their hands are injured and they can't kill people with guns. After the immediate danger is removed, he will be forced to tell the mastermind behind it.

"Huh!"

Qin Xin didn't answer him directly, but took the gun in Tie Ming's hand, carried it on his shoulder, aimed at the target, and shot with a "bang" without hesitation, and a scarecrow's head blossomed, and the round head was split in half as if it had been split by an axe.

"Bang" was another shot, another scarecrow was hit, and this head fell off directly.

"Bang Bang Bang" Qin Xin fired several shots in succession, knocking down all the scarecrow targets on the field.

Fast and ruthless, the gun is in the brain. His eyes did not blink, and his hands did not tremble. The stall owner was amazed and opened his mouth. really underestimated Miss Shanghai, this is not a soft and weak embroidery lady, there is a cold-faced female killer hidden under her petite body.

"Good marksmanship, young lady."

The stall owner praised his heart and gave a thumbs up.

Qin Xin put away the gun, cocked his mouth and smiled, looking at his results, hehe, awesome!

"How is it, Brother Tie Ming, is your marksmanship better, or my marksmanship better?"

Her marksmanship was all taught by Dalin. Qin Xin touched a gun when he was about ten years old, and he was ruthless and good at marksmanship, and he never only hit his head. Dalin told her that if you hit her heart, she would miss, but if she hit her head, she would die. She remembered it well.

Qin smugly turned to look at Tie Ming, thinking that he would praise himself. Here Tie Ming just lowered his head, put one hand on his mouth, was silent, and waited until Qin Xin finished fighting, then put down his finger and warned her word by word:

"Qin Xin, you shoot very accurately, but this is not good, in fact, you only need to hit the opponent's hand with the gun."

Qin Xin frowned, no one had ever taught her to shoot like this.

"Thugs?"

Tie Ming nodded, and continued:

"You have a gun in your hand, there is no room for manoeuvre, the gun is merciless, be merciful with the weapon in your hand."

Qin Xin raised his eyebrows disdainfully, curled the corners of his mouth, straightened his gloves, and said:

"Isn't it just to kill people! Be soft-hearted, what do you do with a gun? How difficult it is to be a thug, it is better to shoot your head. ”

As he spoke, another "bang" shot, Qin Xin shot down a bird, and smiled at the sky, as if to say, look at how good I am. She ignored Tie Ming's strange theory of the weapon in the hand of "Cihua".

Here Tie Ming had a serious face, hung his hands, raised his eyes to see the bird screaming and falling to the ground, and his eyes fell on Qin Xin's back again. This girl inherited her father's ruthlessness, and it seems that there is a cold heart hidden under the appearance of an innocent girl.

A cold heart is a seed that takes root and sprouts into a towering tree whose branches are full of sinful flowers and bearish fruits.

Tie Ming knew that he couldn't persuade Qin Xin, and it was useless to talk more, so he smiled and didn't speak, and played with her for a few more rounds. Qin Xin had a lot of fun, and she always had a bright smile on her face, wondering if she could continue this bright smile and innocent state of mind on her next birthday.

When I got home, I still didn't feel happy, and when I was eating, I proposed to my father to go to the Pentagon to watch the horse race, watch it for an afternoon, and relax.

Da Lin agreed, and made a phone call to ask Tie Ming to arrange it.

The next day, Tie Ming came to the company and asked the secretary to arrange this matter. The chairman and general manager were going to the Pentagon to watch the horse race this weekend, and soon the whole company knew about it. All sides began to move......