Quick Wear: The little ancestor is here to explore the world again

However, Yan Moshu did not take Qingli with him immediately.

Instead, let her have a good rest at home for a while.

Feeling sorry for Qingli's previous experience, I took her out to relax.

Whether it was a Michelin-starred restaurant or a roadside food stand, he would accompany her wherever she wanted to go.

Qingli also felt happier after coming back.

Although it is fun outside, most of the food is hard to describe.

After all, if you want delicious food, you have to go to Longguo.

Yan Moshu discovered when he went to Kevin to rescue her that she seemed to be particularly interested in guns.

So I made preparations in advance.

...

On this day, Yan Moshu specially dealt with the things at hand in advance.

After returning, he mysteriously pulled Qingli into the car.

The car drove quickly towards the outskirts of the city.

Qingli looked at Yan Moshu curiously: "Where are you taking me?"

"Why didn't you bring the cub?"

Yes, as soon as Yan Moshu came back, he took Qingli away without saying a word.

Zhou Zhou was not included at all.

Of course, Yan Moshu had already discussed this with Xiao Zhouzhou the night before.

Tomorrow he will take his sister to a place she likes very much.

My sister encountered some unpleasant things when she went out to play by herself before.

My uncle wants to take my sister to relax.

However, children are not allowed to go to that place.

Zhou Zhou was also very sensible and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the dimples on Yan Moshu's cheeks were sunken and the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

Wanting to give Qingli a surprise, she didn't tell her directly: "Don't worry, you'll know when we get there."

Seeing that Yan Moshu refused to say anything, Qingli did not insist.

Never mind, we’ll know when the time comes.

He also leisurely turned his head to look at the scenery outside.

Qingli's delicate profile was reflected in the corners of Yan Moshu's eyes, and his heart was beating wildly.

...

The car soon stopped at a private shooting range.

Yan Moshu brought Qingli to the museum with ease.

"Yan, you are here, is this your guest?"

A man with short dark brown hair held Yan Moshu's hand tightly in mid-air, then bumped his shoulder against Yan Moshu's, with a teasing smile in his eyes.

This guy called him suddenly last week and asked him to bring over all the new types of stuff he had.

He said he wanted to entertain his friends.

He thought that this guy had met a new close friend outside and planned to get to know him better.

I didn't expect that she would be a very beautiful girl like a little angel.

It really surprised him.

However, based on his many years of experience, Yan must like this girl very much.

It's also very rare, even someone with an icy face rarely gets moved.

Yan Moshu curled the corners of his lips slightly towards the man, his tone relaxed, and it was obvious that he was very relaxed here.

"James, this is Qingli, our protagonist today. We must make sure she is satisfied."

He met the man when he was working in the arms business abroad.

At the same time, he is also a very powerful arms dealer.

The two of them didn’t know each other until they fought.

After getting to know each other, they both felt that each other's way of being and bottom line were very much to their liking.

That's how we became friends.

When James heard Yan Moshu greet him so solemnly, he couldn't help but look at the girl twice more.

This caused Yan Moshu to glare at him.

James shrugged in surrender, then smiled heartily at Qingli: "No problem, my distinguished lady, I will definitely satisfy you."

As soon as Qingli came in, she started looking around the place.

Looking at the various types of guns displayed throughout the museum, my eyes lit up.

Even the walls were filled with paintings, row after row.

There is a metallic luster everywhere.

In the very center of the museum, there are many artworks and collections.

Her whole body became excited.

I was also very surprised at Yan Moshu's attentiveness and sensitivity.

When did he know he liked these?

I don't think she ever told him.

At this time, there were only a few of them in the entire museum, and it was obvious that they had been cleared out by Yan Moshu.

It's not difficult to guess what's going on in his mind.

James waited for Qingli and Yan Moshu to change their clothes and took them to a professional shooting range.

It is equipped with top-level shooting equipment and advanced shooting systems.

Both the accuracy of the gun and the comfort of shooting have reached top standards.

Of course, the sound insulation is also very good, and the entire area is surrounded by soundproofing materials to ensure that no noise from shooting can be transmitted.

Yan Moshu, wearing a black shooting suit, came to the shooting table first and assembled the gun parts on the table neatly.

The fingers are slender and long, with distinct joints and faintly protruding blue veins, full of strength.

It is like a carefully carved work of art, with clear contours, smooth and powerful lines, which is a complete blessing for hand control.

The assembly movements are so graceful and pleasing to the eye.

Qingli couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Yan Moshu put on noise-canceling headphones and glasses, slowly raised the gun, lowered his head slightly, a few strands of hair fell down, closed one eye slightly, and aimed at the bull's eye in the distance.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger.

With a "bang", the gun body produced a strong recoil, and the bullet instantly broke through the air and hit the bull's eye accurately.

When the smoke cleared, the bullet holes on the target were clearly visible.

"Hit the bull's eye!" Wilson shouted excitedly.

Yan Moshu slowly raised the corners of his lips, obviously in a good mood.

He invited Qingli, whose eyes were sparkling, "Try it?"

Qingli had been eager to try it out, and stepped forward immediately upon hearing this.

Yan Moshu took her to another new shooting table and planned to teach her how to assemble a gun first.

Before he started to introduce the names and functions of the parts, he saw Qingli had already figured it out by herself and quickly assembled it with a "click".

Wilson was very surprised: "Yan, has Qing played this before?"

Yan Moshu was also very surprised, but he was very sure that Qingli had never touched a gun before.

He shook his head at James: "No."

When he went to rescue her that day, he observed from a distance through a telescope on the plane that she just used the gun to knock the man unconscious and did not shoot at all.

But the situation at this moment made him a little uncertain.

Still, he asked Qingli: "Qingli, have you learned this somewhere else before?"

Qingli looked at him puzzledly: "No."

"Today is my first time officially playing." Of course, the previous time didn't count, as she didn't actually touch the gun.

Yan Moshu was even more puzzled: "But, if you just came into contact with it today, how did you know how to assemble it?"

Qingli was also confused by his question: "Ah? Didn't you do it all just now?"

Yan Moshu's pupils dilated slightly: "You can learn it just by reading it once?"

Qingli looked at him as if he was a fool: "Ah...what else?"

"Don't you know how to do it if you have hands?"