Chapter 635 The Young Marshal’s Ninth Wife (41)

He had to keep himself in the army, didn't he just want to "torture" her personally?

Only in this way can he feel relieved.

Out of his sight, the better she took care of herself, the more out of his control she became.

Originally, he gave himself five years just for the sake of her young age, but now that he has some feelings for her, he has to keep an eye on her in person.

Wasn't this just because he didn't want her to die, so he had to find ways to find excuses?

Huo Nanting: "..."

His face turned slightly red as his thoughts were exposed.

He raised his hand and pinched Sang Jian's cheek, and whispered: "I know your strength. If you lose in a while, I will lose face in the army from now on. Can you bear it?"

What he said has already been let out. No matter what, Sang Jian can only win.

Otherwise, both of them will lose face.

Of course, losing face is a trivial matter. Once he loses, he will have to find another excuse to keep her in the army.

Sang Jian was just joking with him, but seeing how serious he was, she still couldn't help but want to tease him.

"But Mr. Huo, what you saw before was my exclusive weapon. Of course I can use it. I have never touched those things in the army. What should I do if I don't know how to use it?"

"..."

Huo Nanting was silent.

It seems so.

The guns she used last time didn't look like the ones they used, which was strange.

She has been training recently for physical fitness, and she has never touched weapons.

Huo Nanting thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and opened the drawer of the desk next to him, took out a pistol from the drawer, and handed it to Sang Jian.

"Come here and I'll teach you."

Sang Jian raised an eyebrow, "I'm just cramming, are you sure I can learn it?"

Huo Nanting said seriously, "Okay."

He never doubted Sangmi's intelligence.

Sang Jian walked over and took the pistol, Huo Nanting took her hand, hugged her from behind, and taught Sang Jian how to operate it step by step.

His hands were ridiculously big compared to Sang Jian's, and could completely cover both of her hands.

He first carefully explained the structure of the gun to Sangmi, and then told her how to use it.

Although he knew that Sang Jian would definitely be able to operate it, since she said she couldn't, Huo Nanting took the trouble to teach her carefully.

He took all the bullets out of the gun and gave Sang Jian a chance to pull the trigger.

"If you add bullets, there will be recoil. You have to remember this when the time comes."

An empty gun shoots differently than a loaded gun.

Sang Jian nodded, listening seriously.

Huo Nanting slowly let go of her, ready to let her study it on her own.

He looked at Sang Jian's serious profile and was slightly distracted.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but when Sang saw this appearance, it was getting closer and closer to what he imagined.

It's not like other people who have nothing to show for it.

But that kind of... feeling that could touch his heart.

Huo Nanting pursed his lips slightly.

This feeling is not good.

The more he sinks into this feeling, the more he feels that there is some huge conspiracy waiting for him.

If she really won't change her appearance in the future, if not, he can just scratch her face with a knife, right?

Anyway, he wouldn't want her.

Sang Jian suddenly turned his head and looked at Huo Nanting, "Mr. Huo, you have been distracted for just a few seconds. I feel like my face has been disfigured a thousand times under your eyes."

His eyes were too hot, like they were carrying knives.

Very permeable!

Huo Nanting looked back and said calmly: "Let's go and change clothes."

He pretended not to understand her.

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