Chapter 38

Ji Muyang's voice is not flat: "metaphorical, your technology is too bad, three-year-old children are better than you."

The metaphor ignored him, slightly pursed his lips and focused on the target.

Ji Muyang is standing beside her. The radian of her nose is just right, not too high or too low. This is probably the most perfect facial features on her whole face.

He casually looked up and down at the words, lazily hooked the corner of his lips.

The metaphor has really changed a lot.

From the appearance of a fat abandoned woman I saw in the newspaper at the beginning to the charming workplace beauty now, I have to say that she is really a potential stock, just needs time to run in.

Ji Muyang thinks about what Xu Yingxia looks like.

Yuyu and Xu Yingxia are two types. Xu Yingxia is a dodder flower, which can't leave others. She needs others' care all her life. Yuyu is different. She can live as a kapok tree, tough and strong, but it doesn't mean that she will refuse people far away, and it doesn't mean that she won't rely on men.

She's such a woman. She's really interesting. She's strong enough, and she's too lazy to cover up.

It is the weakness in the strong that makes people itch.

But fortunately, Yu is Lu Yan's woman, and Ji Muyang looks down on the man who moves his brother's woman.

Her chest heaved slightly. She pursed her lips. Her white fingers clasped the trigger. As she was about to shoot again, Ji Muyang held her hand. Ji Muyang surrounded her from behind. His chin seemed to rest on her head. His voice fell from the top of her head: "don't move."

With a deep magnetism.

His breath almost surrounded the words and expressions. The words and expressions were stunned. His hands had been controlled by Ji Muyang. His fingers were cool, but his palms were warm, which conveyed to the back of her hands.

"Bang!"

The trigger numb crisp, she saw the gun in the past, a little bit of the target.

The amber pupil of the metaphor flashed a surprise.

Although Ji Muyang actually hit the gun, Yu turned his head and laughed: "hit it, ha ha ha."

Ji Muyang glanced at the smile in her eyes and pulled the corners of her lips.

In this shooting gallery, he took many girls to play shooting. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes, just like now, he just wanted to teach rhetoric.

He said, "well, you can hit it later. Now you don't even hit the edge." Ji Muyang's voice was gentle, with a little cynicism, "you see, after a while, you aim at this, don't have too much pressure in your heart, the most important thing is to give your own psychological hint - I'm a sharpshooter, I'm the best in the world, unique, if I can't hit, no one in the world can hit."

What he said in front of him is still useful. What he said in the back is like playing with her.

Yu frowned. She didn't know why. She didn't have a good tone towards Ji Muyang: "are you kidding?"

Ji Muyang couldn't help laughing: "you finally found out."

"Boring."

Metaphor broke away from his hands and studied by himself.

Ji Muyang just stares at her and gives a voice to guide her from time to time.

Not far away, Lu Yan had a face and could not see any emotion. His indifferent eyes fell on Yu Yu and Ji Muyang. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his hand holding the gun tightened little by little, and then relaxed slowly. The afternoon sun was dazzling and bright. Lu Yan pulled his lips coldly, turned around and left, his back was indifferent and dim.

Yu Yu is as curious about new things as Xiao Xing, so she plays shooting for a long time, and then she has time to think of Lu Yan. Subconsciously, she looks back and doesn't see him.

She did not care about Ji Muyang, put down the gun and went to the house.

Lu Yan is on the phone. His face is calm. He doesn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. He squints and quietly waits for a while. Ji Muyang suggests, "have a barbecue?"

The rest of them have no complaints.

The words did not express their views.

Ji Muyang raised his chin: "what about you?"

Before the words were spoken, Lu Yan hung up the phone and came over with a light voice: "I'm afraid we can't. We have to go back."

Ji Muyang raises eyebrows: "a Yan, what's the matter so anxious?"

Lu Yan's eyes were slightly dark. He looked at Ji Muyang: "little star is eager to find her mother."

Yuyu listened to Lu Yan, so she naturally followed Lu Yan back. She was still sitting in the back seat of the car. She leaned her head against the window and asked, "was that Aunt Lin's phone? Does little star miss me

Lu Yan didn't answer.

On the way back, I passed a food street, and now I have started to set up stalls one after another. Yanyu suddenly felt greedy and wanted to eat Fuding meat slices there.The boss is from Fujian. The meat slices made by him have the flavor of hometown.

Yuyu sees the boss putting out the red bench through the window. It's steaming. Although it looks hot, it can't stop her from eating delicious food.

After thinking for a while, she raised her eyes to Lu Yan and said, "you put me on the side of the road. I'll go shopping. You go back first. I'll take a taxi by myself later."

Yu Yu knows that Lu Yan won't wait for her, so he just makes it clear.

Lu Yanmei has deep traces. His black eyes are like the sea under the night sky, calm but unfathomable. He asked, "what are you going to buy?"

Yanyu blinked and pointed to the lane he had just passed: "I want to eat Fuding meat slices."

Lu Yan slowly lowered the speed, he found a place to park, stepped on the brake, light way: "you buy it, I wait for you."

Yu still blinked her eyes. She stared at the back of Lu Yan's head and thought for a long time. She seemed to understand something. She laughed and invited: "Lu Yan, are you hungry, too? Let's eat together. "

The relationship between her and Lu Yan is neither good nor bad. To be exact, it has been getting better. Lu Yan is hot and cold, but it's better than before.

She's quite satisfied with her current state.

The alley was not very clean. There were pools of stains on the ground. Yu carefully bypassed the stains and went in.

She looked back at Lu Yan. Lu Yan strode forward and looked coldly ahead. She didn't pay much attention to her feet, but she didn't step on the stain.

Yanyu bent his lips, slowed down and came to his side.

Lu Yan's thin lips became a straight line: "where to go?"