Chapter 1153: Forced Marriage (11)

"What's wrong? Robbed your wife? ”

"You ......"

The old man's eyes almost popped out, as if he had been poked in the heart, and he was so angry that he almost slapped a stick at Qi Mohan.

It's really a narrow road!

That old immortal grandson is actually so old!

Qi Mohan didn't think about continuing to chat with the old man, walked up to Shen Fanxing, and said angrily: "You don't play anymore?" ”

Shen Fanxing shook his head, "No, it's not good for women to play with guns." ”

The corners of Qi Mohan's mouth immediately twitched twice.

This damn woman!

What a goddess lady to pretend to be now!!

"Who says it's bad for women to play with guns?" The old man was pervasive, looked at Shen Fanxing and said coldly: "Women must at least know some skills for self-preservation!" When the time comes, is there really something that has to be forced to drag men back and affect men, do you know? ”

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips, "Got it." ”

"Go up and try it!"

"Grandpa." Bo Jingchuan's face turned cold.

"What? I let her try, can I still kill her? ”

"Brother Bo, grandpa is right, I haven't tried it, I should practice when I have this opportunity, don't when there is really something unpredictable, she even trembles with a pistol...... Let's not talk about who drags it down, and you can't even protect yourself......"

Yuan Sichun walked out at this time, smiled lightly and smiled at Bo Jingchuan.

"Sichun is right! It's also for her good! The old man echoed, "Sichun also went up and let grandpa see if your marksmanship has regressed!" ”

Yuan Sichun's face flushed, "I was a grandfather who was not good at shooting when I was a child, don't laugh at me if I can't shoot well." ”

"Don't laugh! No matter how bad it is, it's still better than other women! ”

What he said was obviously aimed at Shen Fanxing.

Bo Jingchuan's face was extremely cold, and Shen Fanxing was holding Bo Jingchuan's hand tightly beside him, with an indifferent smile on his face.

Seeing her like this, the anger in Bo Jingchuan's heart disappeared a little.

He believed in the deadly horse race, and allowed it, this shooting is much safer than the horse race.

She shouldn't be stupid enough to take the gun backwards and shoot herself!

But Qi Mohan was unhappy next to him, "Hey, I said you old man, do you look down on people so much?!" That woman is finally reserved for a while, can't you let her be reserved to the end? ”

"......" Shen Fanxing twitched the corners of her mouth, at this moment she really wanted to punch Qi Mohan unreservedly!

"What looks down on people? Let's touch the gun first! The old man's expression was a little disdainful, and with a wave of his hand, he beckoned Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing to stand on the target.

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing, hooked the corners of his lips disdainfully, picked up the pistol, held it with both hands, and fired three shots at the newly changed target one after another.

First shot, 8.3 rings.

The second and third shots seemed to find a feeling little by little, 8.6 rings, 9.1 rings, respectively.

Seeing that it was within the Nine Rings, Yuan Sichun's eyes finally lit up, put the pistol on the table, turned his head and glanced at Shen Fanxing proudly, and then looked at the old man, and said shyly:

"It's been a long time since I've played this, I'm already rusty."

The old man nodded again and again beside him, "It's very good that you can still hit the Nine Rings until now." ”

Qi Mohan on the side sneered coldly, "Just hold the gun with both hands, and wipe the edges with nine rings, this is called good?" You're so low-demanding! Big star, just shoot two shots...... What do you learn from people holding guns in both hands......"

"Bang bang bang" three times, before Qi Mohan's words fell, Shen Fanxing learned from Yuan Sichun to hold the gun with both hands and made a result.

It didn't take long for the specific results to come on the radio -

First shot, 8.8 rings.

Second shot, 7.7 rings.

Third shot, 6.6 rings.

“……”

“……”

“……”

The crowd was speechless for a while.

Others are getting more and more comfortable with each other, but she is good, and the more she fights, the worse she gets.

When he heard Shen Fanxing's first shot, Yuan Sichun sweated.

But when she heard the scores of the last two shots, she breathed a sigh of relief.

6.6 rings, huh......

Funny.

"What are you doing with the Fog Grass Star?" You want to overpower that woman, what are you doing with this?

Bo Jingxing didn't know when he stood in front of Bo Jingchuan, and when he saw Shen Fanxing's results, he couldn't help but whisper "".

Bo Jingchuan's dark eyes narrowed, his gaze looked at Shen Fanxing's body for a while, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked up a faint arc.

When Bo Sichen looked at Shen Fanxing with a calm and unwavering expression, he also had a little more interest.

When Bo Yuelin looked at Shen Fanxing, the smile on his face was also a little lighter.

The old man glanced at Shen Fanxing, pursed his lips and said:

"It's not bad, at least it hit the target!"

Shen Fanxing smiled faintly and walked down from his position.

The old man pursed his lips, but he couldn't help but glance at Shen Fanxing, with a look of doubt that he couldn't hide.

Shen Fanxing stood aside quietly, frowning slightly and shaking his hand.

"What's wrong?" Bo Jingchuan asked in a low voice.

"It's tingling!"

Hearing Shen Fanxing's answer, the old man suddenly snorted.

He knew it had to be a coincidence.

No wonder the back is getting worse and worse, it turns out that the hand that was shocked by the recoil of the pistol was numb.

He just thought she was hiding it!

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing disdainfully, at this level, what qualifications did she have to stay by Brother Bo's side?

But what is Brother Bo thinking, just such a woman, why is he so spoiled?

The intimacy of the two made her jealous, she had just won the shot, and this time she couldn't wait to take advantage of the victory!

"Sister-in-law, shouldn't we go to a horse race?"

Shen Fanxing squinted at her, with a cold and mocking smile in his eyes, and replied with just one word:

"Race."

"What horse racing?" The old man frowned and asked suddenly.

Bo Jingxing looked at Yuan Sichun's unrelenting appearance and sneered.

"Yuan Sichun, you rode a horse and shot sports cars when you were a child, and now you don't give up with a person who doesn't know anything, do you feel glorious if you win?"

Bo Jingxing's words made Yuan Sichun's face change slightly, but after a moment, he said again:

"Bo Jingxing, you should also have a degree of partiality, it wasn't me who said that she wanted to compete at the beginning, and I didn't force her to compete with me, and those words that don't talk about any rules are not what I said......"

Yuan Sichun's words were not very good, not like what she should normally say, as if she was forced to be in a hurry.

The old man's face sank on the side, and his voice was even more gloomy, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Bo Jingxing sneered, "Horse racing, just seek the result, no matter what the process is!" ”

The old man squinted his eyes, looked at Shen Fanxing, and said coldly:

"You brought it up?"

Shen Fanxing nodded, his expression calm.

"It's me."

The old man fell silent and stared at Shen Fanxing with a gloomy expression.

"It's enough to do one thing of the same kind, don't do it again."

Shen Fanxing hooked her lips, she knew that the old man was talking about the slap she was given by Aisha in Hong Kong.

"Results matter."

But...... The process is more important.

(End of chapter)