Chapter 1132 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1134

Or maybe the man didn't want to answer it...

Next to the vibrating phone, there were a few scattered lollipops.

Even through the packaging, it seemed that the faint smell of lychee could be smelled.

Indoor shooting range

The last shot was fired by Qiaoqiao, and it hit.

Qiaoqiao had two more shots than Xu Huanyan. In fact, with this shooting style, if one can hit one or two, he is a master.

But, I don't know whether Qiaoqiao and Xu Huanyan are in particularly good condition today, or the difficulty is lowered indoors.

Every shot they fired hit the target.

Qiaoqiao tore off the black cloth on his face and walked towards Xu Huanyan.

There was a flickering flame in his wet eyes.

That was the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent. It was rare to meet an opponent of equal level, and he was such a handsome man.

"You have some ability, do you still want to play?" Qiaoqiao tore off the cloth on Xu Huanyan's face and asked with a smile.

Xu Huanyan's cold and charming eyes looked at Qiaoqiao, without saying a word, just looking at him.

When Qiaoqiao was training her before, she told her that these trainings that you find boring now.

In the future, under special conditions, when you use them, you will find that they are so useful.

When she hit the target one by one just now, Xu Huanyan felt this feeling deeply.

This shock was the same as the feeling in F country when she ran to the high point with all her strength according to Qiaoqiao's teaching.

They were all so exciting, and she felt that her blood was boiling, her whole body was on fire, and her throat was burning.

But it was this feeling that made her feel that the K4ZD29 in her hand, which was specially used for the competition, had been integrated into her blood.

"No more playing!" Xu Huanyan looked at Qiaoqiao and said.

At this moment, her blood was boiling and burning, and she still wanted to continue competing with Qiaoqiao.

Even if it was just assembly, she wanted to compete.

But her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't stand it anymore.

When she saw Qiaoqiao just now, she could still control her emotions.

But after these few hits, she could clearly feel that she couldn't hold it anymore.

Qiaoqiao smiled and shrugged. Although she wanted to have more fun, she didn't force it.

"I'm hungry!" She didn't eat much at noon. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. She was really hungry.

"Who are you talking to?" Zhan Qing didn't move, but spoke in a hoarse voice.

The voice sounded a bit cold, but with a touch of flirting.

Qiaoqiao cursed in her heart. This man is here again.

No wonder there are so many women. They are so damn good at flirting. They flirt all the time.

"Uncle Jiu, I'm hungry..." Qiaoqiao grabbed Zhan Qing's arm and held his big hand with her small hand.

She scratched Zhan Qing's palm from time to time. This was an action Qiaoqiao often did before she lost her memory.

Qiaoqiao's call of Uncle Jiu and the action of scratching his palm filled Zhan Qing's heart again.

Every day for the past three years, Qiaoqiao's soft call of Uncle Jiu echoed in his mind.

And every little action she made to seduce him, repeated every day, endured, and waited.

"You look so hungry. I'm afraid the food in the cafeteria won't fill you up. Why don't you eat Uncle Jiu!"

Zhan Qing leaned forward slightly and whispered in Qiaoqiao's ear. .

Qiaoqiao thought she was already very good at flirting, but compared to Zhan Qing's flirting skills, she was far behind.

Qiaoqiao felt a little dazed when she thought of this. Was she good at flirting before?

Why did she have the consciousness of being good at flirting in her subconscious? Shouldn't she have forgotten everything?