Nan Heng raised his eyebrows: "Not necessarily. Human potential is endless. The last time in Cambodia was enough to prove that sometimes some of the most unexpected people can become the key to victory."
What's more, no matter how well Ji Nuan learned the gun, she clearly wanted to protect her man, which already brought a smile to the lips of Mo Jingshen, who was almost healed.
One of them is here, and the other is slowly learning spot shooting at the gun range. They are so far apart that they can force-feed him a mouthful of dog food.
Nan Heng twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped away from the surveillance screen so that Mo Jingshen could continue to admire his wife's back.
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The sky is getting darker and darker, and the base is surrounded by bright lights. Especially the lights in the gun range seem to be brighter than other training venues.
Although the cold wind was biting to the bone, Ji Nuan got excited and fired at a target fifty meters away. It turned out that she really couldn't hit the target at a distance of more than 100 meters, but she couldn't hit the target at 50 meters and within 50 meters. Basically, it can hit more than five rings.
At first, Feng Ling stood beside her and taught her all the movements. Now, Ji Nuan is standing here by herself to train her aiming. Feng Ling from behind, from time to time, speaks to guide her on which postures are irregular.
After training like this for more than half an hour, Ji Nuan was sweating all over in the cold wind. She moved a dozen steps to the side, planning to challenge the 100-meter target again.
"Bang" sound.
Crooked again.
Ji Nuan pouted and loaded the bullet while saying: "Feng Ling, your shooting skills are so good, how many years have you practiced? Does it take a long time to practice at a distance of 100 meters? I feel that the wind speed will also affect the direction of the final hit. …”
No one behind her answered her, Ji Nuan raised her gun and continued to point at the target a hundred meters away, planning to shoot again.
Suddenly, there was a feeling of warmth on the back of her hand, and she paused as she was about to shoot. She didn't have to look back to know that Mo Jingshen was coming.
The refreshing and clean smell of the man surrounded her. He didn't speak. He just stood behind her and held her waist to straighten her posture. He held her fingers with his other hand and whispered softly against her. In the ear: "Try now."
Ji Nuan felt that the distance between her hands was not much different from before, but it seemed that an angle she had not controlled well had been corrected. She calmly faced the target a hundred meters away. Lift your fingers directly and forcefully.
boom.
Hit the bullseye.
Looking at the bullseye that was shot through, Ji Nuan said: "..."
At that time in Cambodia, she was worried that something might happen to Mo Jingshen several times, but it turned out that he had no intention of shooting at all.
Ji Nuan looked back at the man behind her. As the cold wind blew by, Mo Jingshen opened the black cashmere coat she had bought before, held her whole body in her arms, and then wrapped her in the clothes. She took the gun out of her hand and threw it to Feng Ling.
Feng Ling raised his hand to catch the gun easily, then looked in Ji Nuan's direction, smiled, and walked away consciously.
"You've been standing here practicing for so long, aren't you cold?" The man's low voice was close to her ear.
"It's not cold, it's quite exciting." Ji Nuan smiled honestly. She was a little shy because of her unsatisfactory marksmanship just now, and a shy little peephole appeared at the corner of her mouth. Originally, she She didn't feel cold either, but now she was wrapped in the man's arms with clothes. She turned around in his arms and just raised her hands to hug his back: "Aren't you talking to Nan Heng and the others inside? It's over. ?”
"It's nothing important. I met an old friend." Mo Jingshen kissed her on the forehead: "You can just play around with things like shooting here. You don't need to learn it. I won't need you for anything in the future." A chance to shoot.”
"I just suddenly felt that Feng Ling was very handsome. I felt that the handsome side of a woman is also particularly attractive. On a whim, I wanted to learn from her."
The man looked at her with dark and calm eyes, and slowly smiled softly: "You are very attractive now, do you want to add some more charm to your body? I am already very restrained. Are you planning to let me accompany you?" Are you going to spend your days and nights in bed until you die?"
Ji Nuan: "..."
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The next day, noon.
Mo Jingshen drove the black Bentley directly into the Mo family's manor house in Los Angeles.
Although the area here is not as large as the Mo family's old house in Haicheng among the clear mountains and green waters, it is still more than a thousand meters. And in a place like Los Angeles where land is at a premium, and in a prosperous wealthy area, it is possible to have something like this A manor-style villa covering a large area shows that the Shine Group has indeed been established in the Chinese community in the United States for many years. After all, it is said that the manor villa in this wealthy area has been around for some time, and those who can live here are not ordinary people.
As soon as he got off the car, Ji Nuan noticed two luxury cars parked on the parking lot.
She asked doubtfully: "Do the Mo family still have many relatives in Los Angeles? Are relatives here as guests today?"
Mo Jingshen took a look and said, "No."
"Then why are there so many cars? Someone must have driven here. If it's just the Mo family's car, shouldn't it be parked in the garage?"
Ji Nuan glanced inside again, and at this time, George, the butler who had worked part-time as a driver, had already come out to welcome him: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, welcome back. It's just the right time, we're about to start dinner."
Mo Jingshen nodded lightly and said nothing more.
Ji Nuan called Uncle George.
Just as she was about to walk in, Ji Nuan was suddenly held by a man's hand. She was forced to stop and looked at Mo Jingshen. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but because of his gaze, she subconsciously turned her head to look in. .
Mo Jingshen cast his gaze forward, looking coldly at Su Zhilan who had just walked out of the villa. The man's aura instantly became indifferent to a new level.
How sickly, pale and weak Mo Jingshen was a few days ago, now he is so cold and stern, exuding an aura of alienation that is silent and makes people feel frozen.
Ji Nuan thought about countless possibilities at first. He thought that the person he might meet here was An Shuyan. After all, Mo Shaoze still wanted to match up his most capable secretary, but he never expected that it would be Su. Zhilan.
Since Su Zhilan is here...
Ji Nuan glanced into the villa, so the Su family should be there too.
No wonder there were so many cars on the parking lot. In a blink of an eye, she saw an old man with gray hair through the window of the villa. Apart from Mr. Mo, there was no other old man of this age in the Mo family, so it was estimated that this person should be The legendary Mr. Su.
Did he come to Mo Jingshen's house specially to wait because he got the news from somewhere that they would come back for a reunion dinner before being able to see Mo Jingshen in the hospital
Ji Nuan's originally good mood suddenly exploded.
This Miss Su really knows how to have the most haunting effect in order to have the most disturbing effect!