Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

"What I said is very reasonable, otherwise Zhang Ma will doubt my sincerity towards Brother Fu." After Yan An finished speaking, he made a gesture of holding his heart like Xishi.

Zhao Mingzhao chuckled twice, but kept smiling. "That's none of my business."

"Don't you want to repay the favor and settle the score?" Yan An turned his head, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zhao Mingzhao was silent for a while, then turned the steering wheel and said, "That's right..."

When going to the supermarket to buy things, Zhao Mingzhao took almost everything he saw. In just twenty minutes, two carts were filled with things.

Yan An suggested: "Why don't we settle the bill first and put it in the car."

The person pushing the cart in front stopped and turned.

"No, go back."

Yan An watched him push the cart away and followed closely, "Wait for me."

One person got on the bus carrying two large bags.

On the way back in the car, Yan An opened a dried mango and ate it, glancing at Zhao Mingzhao from time to time.

I always feel like he suddenly becomes unhappy.

Did he think she didn't want to continue spending money, so she said that and was unhappy that he was interrupted in his shopping?

Yan An thought for a moment and said, "Next time, if there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you. Even a few shopping carts will do."

Zhao Mingzhao glanced at her, his peach blossom eyes raised, "So rich?"

Yan An, "Going to the supermarket is not like going to a luxury store, you don't have to be polite to me."

“Is dried mango delicious?”

"Delicious." Yan An nodded. "Want to try it?"

"Yeah." Zhao Mingzhao opened his mouth slightly.

Yan An handed the dried mango to his hand on the steering wheel.

Seeing Zhao Mingzhao looking at her indifferently, Yan An thought for a moment, changed for a bigger one, and put it in his hand.

Zhao Mingzhao, “…”

At noon in the kitchen, Zhao Mingzhao was chopping with the chopping board, making a deafening noise.

Yan An imagined a lot.

For example, did Zhao Mingzhao use the same force when he chopped off someone's head?

Blood splattered, and the victim died with his eyes wide open...

Cruel, really cruel.

But during the meal, the evaluation of Zhao Mingzhao's cruelty gradually disappeared and turned into a genius, what a gifted chef.

It’s not that she looks down on Fu Shen, if Zhao Mingzhao showed this unique skill in front of Jiang Xiaobai.

Fu Shen had to drop another level.

So we can't let him show this trick.

Yan An spoke slowly: "Such excellent and flexible hands, it is better not to use them for cooking in the future, you can use them for..."

"What is it used for?" Zhao Mingzhao raised his eyebrows.

Yan An: "It can be used for sculpture. Isn't sculpture also done with a knife?"

Zhao Mingzhao, “…”

After dinner, Yan An washed his face and was about to cheer himself up to continue peeling the eggs.

Zhao Mingzhao stood up from the sofa behind her and walked upstairs. "Change your clothes, let's go out for a while."

After changing into a silver-white sports suit, Yan An didn't ask Zhao Mingzhao where he was going. He would know when he arrived.

"Shooting range?" Yan An said, "You can't say that learning it is useless."

Zhao Mingzhao curled his lips and smiled, without commenting.

"When holding a gun with one hand, first use the base of your hand to press against the neck of the gun above the grip, and then use the three fingers below to hold the grip." Zhao Mingzhao said as he demonstrated to Yan An.

At this moment, the indifference on his face disappeared, leaving only a serious and solemn look as he held the gun, his eyes fixed on the bull's eye in front of him.

"Bang." The place was empty, and a gunshot rang out, hitting the bull's eye.

Yan An said: "It's really accurate."

Zhao Mingzhao, "...First, learn to hold the gun with both hands."

Yan An picked up the gun and moved her fingers around. Zhao Mingzhao couldn't bear to watch and put her fingers in the correct position.

"A two-handed grip is based on a one-handed grip."

Yan An started his training course of peeling eggs in the morning and learning shooting in the afternoon.

Usually only Yan An and Zhao Mingzhao are in this venue, but there are exceptions.

A week later in the afternoon, when Zhao Mingzhao went to buy coffee, two people came into the venue.

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

"Brother, are the guns in this place really real?"

"You'll know after you touch it. Ordinary people can't get in. I'll bring you here to see it for yourself today."

"Brother is so nice, I'm so happy today!"

When the door opened and they walked in, their eyes met Yan An's, who was holding a gun and about to shoot, and then Yan An looked away.

Li Jie walked in with the woman in his arms, and was immediately attracted by the woman in silver-white sportswear who was standing with a gun.

The lethal weapon and the weak face formed an impact that rushed straight into his heart, filling his mind with indescribable images.

The woman in his arms twisted her body and said in an unhappy voice: "Brother, didn't you say there was no one else here?"

Li Jie slightly restrained his lewd smile and whispered into the woman's ear: "I don't know who brought this lover here, we don't need to worry about her."

"Yeah." The woman responded happily.

Afterwards, her relaxed mood was lifted again because of the inattention of the people around her.

Men tend to get bored easily, not to mention that she is just a playmate who can't even be considered a girlfriend.

She was very unhappy in her heart, but she kept praising him and clapped her hands until her palms turned red.

Finally getting the chance, Li Jie went out to answer the phone.

Feng Ranran stirred up a big wave and walked towards Yan An with a twist of her waist.

Yan Anyou heard the sound of high heels getting closer and closer. After firing a shot, he lowered his raised arm and looked at the person who was coming.

A woman's voice of praise came from my ear, "Oh, you are so awesome, little sister."

"Thank you." Yan An looked at her, "...What's the matter?"

Feng Ranran waved her hand. "It's okay. My husband and I came here to play. Meeting by chance is fate. Miss, are you here with your boyfriend?"

"No, I came with my friend." Yan An replied.

Feng Ranran became even more nervous. "Oh, my husband smokes, drinks, and gambles. If he comes to see you later, don't talk to him. I'm afraid he'll have a manic attack and hit you."

Yan An nodded in understanding, "I won't say a single word to such a scary person, don't worry, beautiful lady."

Seeing that she was so well behaved, Feng Ranran didn't activate the bitch mode that was about to scare her, so he just held it back.

Not being able to perform well, she pinched the hair hanging by her ears and turned away.

If this girl is a green tea, she will show her true colors later.

After a while, Li Jie, who was on the phone, came back. Looking at Yan An's straight back, he gradually became fascinated.

He seemed to pass by Yan An inadvertently, and then the expensive watch on his wrist fell to the ground.

When he went forward to pick it up, he deliberately bumped into Yan An.

However, he didn't expect that the woman seemed to have eyes on her back. She dodged forward and not only dodged, but also pointed the gun at him.

Li Jie was shocked. Blank bullets can also be lethal at close range!

What is this??

But he couldn't lose face, so he forced himself to remain calm and straighten his dark and thin face.

"Why are you doing this, beautiful lady?"

Yan An waved his gun, signaling him to leave.

Li Jie nodded subconsciously.

Seeing her withdraw her hand, Li Jie breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident.

"Who brought you here? How dare you point a gun at me?"