Chapter 580 Did He Drink Fake Wine?

Chapter 580 Did he drink fake wine?

It was night, and Li Jun was still sitting at the wine table, exchanging glasses with the people from the Social Security Bureau, and his gaze was looking at the phone from time to time, appearing absent-minded.

It was already half past nine, and thinking about it carefully, since they got married, Zong Yue never seemed to ask him when he would go home.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Li Jun at this time had long forgotten that Zong Yue, who was extremely sensible in front of him, would never overly interfere with his work and life.

Knowing that he was very busy, she always sat at home obediently and quietly waiting for him to go back, no matter how late it was.

Thinking of this, Li Jun's mood showed a bit of unspeakable restlessness.

His cheeks were slightly drunk, and after drinking another small glass of white wine, he took a mobile phone and slowly typed a few words, and sent them to Zong Yue.

Li Jun: What are you doing?

Fifteen minutes later, the WeChat message was long overdue.

Please feel at ease: I was taking a shower just now, what's wrong?

At this time, Zong Yue, who was in Jingwan Villa, was sitting in the living room wiping her hair with a confused expression.

This is the first time Li Jun sent her a WeChat message on his own initiative, what happened to make him so abnormal.

Not only that, the phone vibrated again, and Li Jun replied in seconds.

Zong Yue looked at the three words in disbelief while holding the phone, and the towel was so frightened that he dropped it on the ground.

She didn't believe that this was what Li Jun would say, her first reaction was that his account was hacked, or the phone was lost?

Therefore, Zong Yue didn't reply anymore, and directly dialed the phone to test the truth.

And Li Jun, pick it up in seconds.

The receiver was very noisy, and the voice of the loud talk was deafening.

"Hello ~ Brother Jun?" Zong Yue called out cautiously.

Li Jun leaned against the back of the chair and pinched the center of his brows, his voice was low, his words were a little unclear, and he wanted to drink too much, "Well, why haven't you slept yet?"

Oh, it seems that the number has not been hacked, and the mobile phone has not been lost.

Zong Yue said that he was waiting for him, and Li Jun's complicated mood seemed to clear up in an instant.

The two chatted briefly, and Zong Yue was worried about disturbing his entertainment, so he quickly hung up the phone.

At this time, Li Jun looked at the screen, feeling an inexplicable urge to return to his heart.

He put his mobile phone in his pocket, picked up the refilled white wine on the table and drank it down, then asked his assistant to help him deal with it, and left the box by himself with an excuse.

In the living room of Jingwan Villa, Zong Yue was still holding his mobile phone and looking at the three words in the WeChat chat box, unable to recover for a long time.

She was thinking, did Li Jun drink fake wine?

Those three words are - miss you.

...

The next day, the assessment of the second hall came as scheduled.

Li Qiao didn't wake up until after nine o'clock. Nothing happened last night. Shang Yu became a person and didn't try to be aggressive again.

Today's shooting assessment starts at 10:30 in the morning.

In the living room, only He Chen was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, waiting for her.

Seeing Li Qiao's figure, he waved the smoke in front of him, "Are you awake? Your man is going out temporarily to do some errands, so come back later."

Li Qiao let out an "oh", and as soon as she sat down, Luo Yu brought her breakfast over.

After dinner, before ten o'clock, He Chen greeted Li Qiao and went to the apron.

Arriving at the dark hall, the shooting site was ready, not indoors, but the hilltop training ground that Li Qiao had been to before.

After stepping out of the escalator, she looked up, and the surrounding... was crowded with people.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows lightly, and before she could ask, He Chen had already explained, "It's just for watching."

It was really an honor for her.

From a rough look, at least a hundred people.

He Chen put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he could hear everyone's greetings wherever he went: "Brother Chen, Miss Li."

Li Qiao walked unhurriedly through the crowd. There were ten tables in the middle of the front, and ten gun targets with white circles and red backgrounds twenty meters away.

At this moment, a man in a white shirt and black trousers came over, nodded to He Chen, then turned to look at Li Qiao and nodded, "Hello, Miss Li, I'm Ertang Weilang."

The head of the second hall, Wei Lang, is the cousin of Shang Zonghai's confidant Wei Ang.

He looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and the palm hanging by his side was covered with thin calluses.

The appearance is not outstanding, and the temperament is quite cold.

Now, Li Qiao has met the two branch masters and has a preliminary judgment on them.

They are all ordinary-looking, but talented people.

Li Qiao exchanged a few words with Wei Lang, and then he began to explain today's assessment rules.

The first shooting, ten shots for ten people, assesses two skills, moving target shooting and fixed-point shooting.

After each round, the player with the highest score wins.

In other words, Li Qiao needs to eliminate all the other nine people in the two skill assessments in order to pass the first assessment.

The second assembly, ten people and ten guns, the same two skills, one-handed assembly and blindfolded assembly.

The difficulty can be said to be very great.

Wei Lang explained the assessment rules and norms in detail, perhaps because he had learned from others. He rambled on for ten minutes, afraid that he would miss any important steps.

It was nearly half past ten, and Shang Yu hadn't come yet.

He Chen leaned on the training equipment at the side, his eyes flicked around, and finally stopped on Li Qiao's face, "Confidence?"

"Yes." Li Qiao replied casually.

He Chen frivolously licked the corner of his lower lip, and tapped his toes lightly on the concrete floor, "Tsk, can't you be more modest?"

Li Qiao glanced at him, "Is it necessary?"

"Okay, brother and sister, keep it up." He Chen didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became more playful.

Li Qiao may not be aware that the four branches of the dark hall have different assessment contents.

In short, the further you go, the more difficult it is.

Because most of the most important forces in the dark hall are distributed in the third and fourth halls.

Two items in the second class are already difficult, but three items will be tested in the third class, and four items will be tested in the fourth class.

Even he failed the last four assessments, the difficulty was comparable to perverted troubles.

At this time, commotion came from the direction of the escalator.

Li Qiao and He Chen looked back at the same time, and saw Shang Yu walking up slowly with four assistants.

The moment the man appeared, the training ground fell silent.

Everyone respectfully called "Hall Master".

He came in front of Li Qiao, with his thin lips slightly tilted, "I have something to do at the moment, I'm late."

Li Qiao looked at the fourth assistant behind him, and smiled back, "It's not too late."

Wei Lang stepped forward at the right time, "Master, everything is ready, and the assessment can start at any time."

"En." Shang Yu ordered in a deep voice, then touched Li Qiao's cheek, "Go."

Li Qiao bent her lips and turned around, and soon stood in front of the shooting table.

There is a Beretta 92F on the table. Without the support of any scope, it needs to hit a moving target 20 meters away.

Li Qiao picked it up and put it in her hand, but the weight was still different from that of the Desert Eagle.

As the other nine members took their positions, there was a burst of whispering in the crowd: "Master Wei is a famous player with ten spears and one hundred rings, can Miss Li do it?"

"It's hard to say, look at Miss Li's posture of holding the gun, she looks very skilled."

Hearing these words, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and glanced, only to realize that Wei Lang had entered the stage in person, standing next to her.

6000