Chapter 1100 Forced Marriage (11)

"So what's the matter? Robbed your wife?"

"you……"

The old man's eyeballs almost popped out, as if his mind had been stabbed, he was so angry that he almost swung a stick at Qi Mohan.

It's really a narrow road!

That old immortal grandson is actually this big!

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

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

The corner of Qi Mohan's mouth twitched fiercely immediately.

This damned woman!

What kind of goddess and lady are you pretending to be now! !

"Who said it's not good for women to play with guns?" The old man was pervasive, looked at Shen Fanxing and said coldly: "A woman must at least know some self-protection skills! At that time, there is really something unavoidable, and I can only hold back men and cause trouble Man, do you know?"

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips, "Got it."

"Go up and try!"

"Grandpa." Bao Jingchuan turned cold.

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

"Brother Bo, what grandpa said is right. I haven't tried it before. If you have this opportunity, you should practice it. Don't be so unpredictable that she will tremble even holding a pistol...Let's not talk about dragging anyone down, even yourself Baodu can't do it..."

Yuan Sichun came out at this time, smiled lightly and said to Bao Jingchuan.

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

Yuan Sichun blushed, "Grandpa, who is not good at shooting since I was a child, don't laugh at me if you can't shoot well."

"Don't laugh! No matter how bad you are, you are still better than other women!"

These words were obviously aimed at Shen Fanxing.

Bao Jingchuan's face was extremely cold, and Shen Fanxing held Bao Jingchuan's hand tightly beside him, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

Seeing her like this, the anger in Bao Jingchuan's heart subsided a little.

He believed in the desperate horse racing, and agreed. Compared with horse racing, this shooting is much safer.

She shouldn't be so stupid as to turn the gun backwards and shoot herself!

It was Qi Mohan who was not happy by the side, "Hey, you old man, is there anyone who looks down on people like you?! That woman was so reserved for a while, so you can't let her be reserved to the end?"

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

"What do you look down on? Let's touch the gun first!" The old man waved his hand with a disdainful expression, and called Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing to stand on the target.

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

The first shot, 8.3 rings.

The second shot and the third shot seem to have found a little bit of feeling, respectively 8.6 rings and 9.1 rings.

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

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

The old man nodded again and again, "It's pretty good that we can still hit within the ninth ring."

Qi Mohan who was on the side snorted coldly, "It's fine to hold the gun with both hands, and the nine rings rub against the edge, which is not bad? Your requirements are really low! Da Xingxing, just shoot twice... What do you learn from others who hold the gun with both hands?" gun..."

"Bang, bang, bang" three times, before Qi Mohan finished speaking, Shen Fanxing imitated Yuan Sichun holding the gun with both hands, and achieved results.

It didn't take long for the specific results to come from the radio——

The first shot, 8.8 rings.

The second shot, 7.7 rings.

The third shot, 6.6 rings.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Others beat more and more smoothly, but she is good, and the more she beats, the worse she gets.

When Yuan Sichun heard the result of Shen Fanxing's first shot, Yuan Sichun shivered.

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

6.6 rings, heh...

funny.

"What are you doing, Wucao Daxingxing?" You want to overwhelm that woman, what are you doing playing with this.

Bao Jingxing didn't know when he stood in front of Bao Jingchuan, and when he saw Shen Fanxing's results, he couldn't help but let out a low voice.

Bao Jingchuan narrowed his dark eyes, looked at Shen Fanxing for a while, and the corners of his lips slowly curved slightly.

When Bao Sichen looked at Shen Fanxing with a calm expression, he also became more interested.

When Bao Yuelin looked at Shen Fanxing, the smile on his face faded a little.

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

"Not bad, at least hit the target!"

Shen Fanxing smiled faintly and got down from his seat.

The old man pursed his lips, but still couldn't help but glance at Shen Fanxing, with unconcealable suspicion on his expression.

Shen Fanxing stood aside calmly, frowning slightly and shaking his hands.

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

"Hand numb!"

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

He knew it must be a coincidence.

No wonder the blows got worse and worse. It turned out that the hand was numb from the recoil of the pistol.

Fortunately, he just thought she was hiding something!

Yuan Sichun cast a disdainful glance at Shen Fanxing. At this level, what right does she have to stay by Brother Bo's side?

But what is Brother Bo thinking? Why does he still spoil such a woman?

The intimacy of the two made her feel jealous and resentful. She just won the shooting, and this time she can't wait to take advantage of the victory and pursue it!

"Sister-in-law, should we go to the horse race?"

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

"Sai."

"What horse race?" The old man asked suddenly, frowning.

Looking at Yuan Sichun's unrelenting look, Bao Jingxing sneered.

"Yuan Sichun, since you were young, you have been very good at riding horses and shooting sports cars, but now you are inseparable from someone who can't do anything. Do you feel honored if you win?"

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

"Bo Jingxing, you should have a certain degree of eccentricity. I was not the one who said she wanted to compete at the beginning, and I didn't force her to compete with me. I didn't say those words that didn't say any rules..."

Yuan Sichun's words were not very nice, unlike what she should say normally, it seemed that she was being pushed into a hurry.

The old man's face darkened at the side, and his voice was even more gloomy, "What's going on?"

Bao Jingxing sneered, "Horse racing, we only want the result, regardless of the process!"

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

"You brought it up?"

Shen Fanxing nodded with a calm expression.

"it's me."

The old man fell silent, staring at Shen Fanxing sullenly.

"It is enough to do one of the same type of things, don't repeat the old tricks."

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

"Results matter."

But... the process is more important.