Chapter 14 Do You Know Shang Shaoyan?

Chapter 14 Do you know Shang Shaoyan?

It seemed that Li Qiao didn't want to discuss too much about Shang Lu's resignation.

A baby kiss of unknown origin, even if it is returned, it is exactly what she wants.

At this time, Li Chengwo was sitting in the high-back computer chair, with his legs raised, his posture elegant and clean, especially his lazy appearance, which was exactly the same as Li Qiao.

He raised his chin slightly, with a doting smile on his resolute cheeks, "Don't want to say?"

Li Qiao raised her eyes to look 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 back, her expression calm: "Yes."

Probably only in front of the third elder brother Li Cheng, some of Li Qiao's true emotions will be revealed naturally.

Li Cheng narrowed his dark eyes, his eyes were full of cruelty, "Then let's not talk about it, the third brother will get you back for the grievances suffered by him."

Sitting by the bed, Li Qiao kicked her toes, her eyes fell on the black windbreaker behind the chair, but another black figure appeared in her mind.

Her eyebrows were full of restlessness, and she asked slowly, "Are you tired from rushing back from the border?"

"Not tired, what do you want to do?" Li Cheng has always indulged Li Qiao without a bottom line.

Seeing this, Li Qiao's eyes, which were always indifferent as if veiled through the fog, were instantly stained with a different kind of burning heat, "Old rules?"

"No problem, let's go!"

Li Cheng stood up while talking, and rubbed Li Qiao's head with his generous palm, and then the brother and sister went directly to the parking lot.

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

The smooth lines of the car body cut through the dusk, and the roar of the motor seems to shield all the troubles in the world.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, Bolan Shooting Gallery.

Wearing goggles and earplugs, Li Qiao stood in front of the independent shooting platform. She was dressed in a black shooting suit, making her skin white as snow. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind her head. Her cool and sassy demeanor was like a winter plum.

It seems that only by standing on the shooting range can Li Qiao's looseness disappear.

She looked down at the civilian pistol on the table, and weighed it by the handle. No matter the weight or feel, it couldn't be compared with the one made under the third brother's banner.

Li Qiao took the magazine and assembled it deftly. In the next second, she straightened her arm and aimed at the target in front of her and fired three shots.

Two guns and ten rings, one gun and eight rings.

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

She moved her wrist and fired several shots at the bull's-eye again.

The huge momentum of the bullets flying out of the magazine, together with the crackling sound that pierced the air, resounded almost uninterruptedly in the private shooting gallery.

In less than an hour, Li Qiao fired 100 rounds, until the tiger's mouth was numb, she dropped the pistol expressionlessly, supported the shooting platform with one hand, rubbed her forehead, and said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Don't shoot!" It's..."

Li Cheng always sat on the rest chair behind her, his slender legs stretched out, and his overlapping ankles shook from time to time.

Hearing Li Qiao speak, he glanced at the recorder, licked his teeth, and smiled half-smile: "You have scored twenty-three eight rings, and this score is enough for you to die a hundred times in the border."

Li Cheng knows his sister very well, the result of shooting like this tonight can only show one thing, her heart is not calm.

At this time, Li Qiao rubbed her forearm, turned to look at Li Cheng, her eyes were slightly bloodshot, "Li San, do you know Shang Shaoyan?"

She asked straight to the point, the light in Xiaolu's eyes seemed to be shrouded in haze, and there was no trace of anger.

"Shang Shaoyan?" Li Cheng withdrew his long legs and leaned slightly with his arms supporting his knees: "The one from Yanhuang Group?"

Li Qiao walked up to him, picked up the energy water on the table, took a sip, raised her eyebrows and responded, "Yes, do you know me?"