Chapter 14: Do you know Shang Shaoyan?

As if Li Qiao didn't want to discuss too much about Shang Lu's retirement.

A baby kiss of unknown origin, but also in her arms when she returned.

At this moment, Li Cheng nestled in the high-back computer chair, with

Erlang's legs tilted up, his posture was elegant and clear, especially his

lazy appearance, just like Li Qiao.

He held his chin slightly, with a cowardly smile on his firm cheeks, "Don't

want to say?"

Li Qiao looked up at him and threw the pistol back into his arms. She leaned

back and sat on the corner of the bed with her hands behind her, her

expression indifferent: "Yeah."

Probably only in the presence of San Ge Li Cheng, some of Li Qiao's true

emotions will naturally emerge.

Li Cheng squinted his dark eyes, his eyes hidden cruelly, "Then let's not say,

the grievances suffered by him, the third brother will ask you back."

Li Qiao sat on the bed and kicked her toes, her eyes fell on the black

windbreaker behind the chair, but the black figure of another person appeared

in her mind.

Her eyebrows were stained with irritability, and she asked slowly: "Is it

tired to come back from the border?"

"Not tired, what do you want to do?" Li Cheng has always been bottomless to

indulge Li Qiao.

Seeing this, Li Qiao’s eyes, which were always inattentive, like gauze veiled

through the fog, were instantly scorched with a few different kinds of heat,

"Old rules?"

"No problem, go!"

Li Cheng said as he stood up, rubbed his generous palm on Li Qiao's head, and

then the brothers and sisters went directly to the parking lot.

About five minutes later, two Ferrari supercars drove out of Li's gate.

The smooth lines of the body cut through the twilight dusk, and the roar of

the motor seems to be able to shield all the troubles of the world.

...

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Bolan Shooting Hall.

Wearing goggles and earplugs, Li Qiao stood in front of the independent

shooting platform. Her black shooting suit made her skin white as snow. Her

hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind her head. Her temperament was as

cold as winter plums.

It seems that only when standing on the shooting range can Li Qiao's sloppy

body disappear.

She looked down at the people's pistol on the table, held the handle of the

gun, and it was incomparable to the third brother's in terms of weight and

feel.

Li Qiao took the magazine and assembled it skillfully, and in the next second

he straightened his arm at the front target and fired three shots.

Two shots with ten rings, one shot with eight rings.

For this result, Li Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly dissatisfied.

She moved her wrist and fired several shots at the bullseye again.

The huge impulse of the bullet flying out of the magazine, with the popping

sound that cut through the air, reverberated almost uninterruptedly in the

private shooting gallery.

In less than an hour, Li Qiao shot a hundred rounds, until the tiger's mouth

was tingling, she dropped her pistol expressionlessly, held the shooting stand

with one hand, rubbed her forehead, her voice was heavy and dumb: "Don't

fight. It's..."

Li Cheng always sat on the lounge chair behind her, with his slender legs

stretched out, and the overlapping ankles shaking from time to time.

Hearing Li Qiao's opening, he glanced at the recorder, licked his teeth, and

smiled, "You hit twenty-three eight rings. This score is on the border, enough

for you to die a hundred times."

Li Cheng knows his sister very well. The results of this shooting tonight can

only explain one thing, her heart is not calm.

At this moment, Li Qiao rubbed her forearm and turned to look at Li Cheng,

with slight bloodshot eyes, "Li San, do you know Shang Shaoyan?"

She opened the door and asked, the light in Xiaolu's eyes seemed to be

shrouded in haze, and there was no trace of anger.

"Shang Shaoyan?" Li Cheng retracted his long legs and leaned slightly on his

knees, "Yanhuang Group?"

Li Qiao walked up to him, picked up the energy water on the table, took a sip,

raised an eyebrow and responded, "Yes, do you know?"

(End of this chapter)